Spamton Novels & Stories

She was still dancing softly, humming under her breath. She hadn't changed the passwords so I got easy access. I scrolled through the text messages, my heart sinking when I realized they were from my boss. Mr. Sinclair: I trust you've seen my wired transfer. There's more where that came from. Mr. Sinclair: I've decided to change venues for our meeting. I'll send the directions when you're ready for me. Mr. Sinclair: Wear that red lingerie I bought for you yesterday. I'm sure you received the package.

She didn't know why they were in California but she guessed that they came for either business or something more important. She imputed her password and went to the chat section and then she opened and with her hands shaking, she looked at the photos that had been sent to her. It was a nightmare to see the man and woman that had damaged her and Philip. She slipped into the sofa with her heart beating and hands shaking furiously. It was real, they were really in California and they were looking happy and good-looking while she was left with the shattered pieces of her past. Tears ran down her eyes as she looked at them. Then as she scrolled down, she saw that the man had sent her their names

"I don't know how you eat raw salmon straight," Leo scrunched up his noes as he watched Annie eat. She shrugged, "I'm not a picky eater. I thought you said you like sushi." "I do!" He retorted. "But raw salmon, alone, not in sushi or anything... that's a no." Annie chuckled softly, "It's not that bad." "Or maybe you're just not a picky eater," he grinned. Annie's lips twirled up in a grin, "Or that."

Spraining an ankle was a painful accident Aqua did not want a repeat of. Today, she would open a spam can and fry some eggs to make a spam sandwich. It was a simple but delicious recipe, and Aqua ordered some mayonnaise that she was dying to try. Jericho explained that spam was a universal ingredient that could replace meat without much seasoning. It was eaten with noodles and rice, used as toppings or eaten with toast. Either way, it was a simple option loved by many beginner cooks.

He'd thought of everything it seemed, but as she looked at one thing after another, she found that she had no taste for anything there. For the first time in too long to think, she had something more than Ramen noodles to choose from, and she couldn't drum up the interest. Settling for a reheated cup of coffee, she went to look at her new phone just in the off chance the ringer was off - no such luck.

Wu said. **** Aaliyah had later told us that they was no secret formula, and she no Mr. Krabs from SpongeBob- -we can all afford to make tasty jollof rice, but what really mattered are the people that surrounded us, the love that we shared. Love was the secret ingredient, and she had just about enough to give. We all did. Because even if we weren't sure about any thing in this whole world, or whether we fight and have more petty, petty arguments

I get in the shower relaxing my muscles and lowering the little headache I have since I didn't drink too much yesterday so I don't have such a hangover. I leave my room with comfortable clothes and go to the kitchen where I have an orange juice with toast and Nutella and a banana. Once I finish I go back to my room where I take my cell phone and see two messages from two different chats, the first one is from Lilian saying that she had arrived home and to rest and that she had a great time with me. I open the second chat which is from uncle Bob and I have to reread the message a couple of times, shit, why me? I snort in annoyance and prepare everything I need.

It was necessary to soothe their hearts. While they communed in that mood, something transpired. There sounded a strange noise from an unknown source. A human voice screamed like a man who was near the edge of death, as though he was clubbed with a weapon. He shrieked again and stopped. The men jerked away from the ground in fright. Had they not scanned the area, and unanimously concluded that no one apart from them was present there? Another trouble yet unseen loomed around them, as what affected a brother, affected the rest. As they paced forward, following the direction of where the sound came, Jonah appraised his brothers’ faces, one after the other, and seeing that his friend, the brown

“Okay, I told you something embarrassing about me. Now you have to tell me something about you.” “Okay, okay.” I laughed. “I never tell anyone my favorite sandwich because people think it’s really weird. But I have a guilty pleasure for peanut butter, bacon, and banana sandwiches.” “Seriously?” Luke stared at me wide-eyed. “I know, it’s really weird.” I put my hands on my face in mock embarrassment. “No, it’s just crazy because it’s my favorite sandwich too. I’ve never met anyone else that eats them.” I laughed. “Wow, that’s a crazy coincidence. I don’t even remember how I came up with it, but I’ve been eating it for years.”

The breakfast consists of eggs, bacon, pancakes, bread with cheese and ham, a large plate stands in the middle of the table filled with fruits and vegetables. The men around the table chat about things they have done and some plans for the future. I listen but keep my eyes plastered to my plate even when I feel Mr. Falaguerra’s eyes on me. When Mr. Falaguerra is done, he rises and says. “When you are done I want you in my office.” Then he leaves the room together with the three men that he came with. My eyes follow him.