Spamton Novels & Stories

It still smelled a little Smokey in the house so I opened the window in the kitchen then I decided to fix myself a sandwich, grab my tablet and check on my emails. I see my sister's response to my email " OMG! What happened? Tell us when you come to the fair tonight don't forget. " I completely forgot I promised I would take them to the fair that started tonight, due to the fact that I overslept . When I looked at the time I thought it said 6:00 now I was completely wrong it's 9:00 at night and the carnival will be over by now. I moaned at myself at the realization and rubbed my hands over my face and shook my head. Because now I have to play the sick card, which is to make it up an excuse f

I had no choice but to do this job so I just did my daily routine and did as was told and cookd what Brian loved. I walked with a tray in my hands of a chicken salad I had made with a glass of lemonade since it was kinda hot outside today and I knew Brian must be a bit warm in his room. So I wanted to make him something cool and refreshing to drink and eat. I took a deep breath in before knocking and then coming in but no guards or nursers were with me this time. I guess they all got tired of this bull shit as I was. I came in to find Brian sitting on his bed smiling at me.

Mary said politely “What will you be preparing for dinner?” Spencer said while staring at the letters “I will be making smoked salmon, cream cheese, and red onion. “Okay. You may leave.” “Yes sir.” Mary walked quietly out of the room While Spencer was tryna go through the mail, his phone beeped and it was a message from one of his workers. “Boss, the supplies ain’t complete.” Immediately Spencer read the message, and an angry expression was written all over his face. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were narrowed with intense glare. He immediately picked up his phone and called Dave.

"If you can wait I'll make you breakfast in a little bit." "Sure." He headed back into his room and slumping down in front of his lap top, brought up his e-mails. Craig saw he had three new ones, two from friends, but a third one he didn't recognize. A yahoo address with the handle "afriend" He was ready to check the box to mark it as spam, when he saw the subject of the e-mail. "Is this your mom?" Probably a p**n site, but out of curiosity, Craig clicked it. He expected to see some dirty line accompanied by a picture of a p**n star and a link. Instead the e-mail was simply a message and one that was so odd, he, read it through twice.

“At least someone around here has manners.” Stabbing a broccoli with her fork, she pointed towards Grayson greasy meal. “What the fuck is that?” “This is quadrupled stacked bacon, fried egg, melted cheese, and sausage sandwich with toasted bread.” He gently patted the top of his sandwich with a grin. “A work of art. A gift from the gods.” “You should add some spinach on that.”

It wasn't much of a pep talk, but it was all I could muster. I spent the next thirty minutes cleaning myself up as best I could. My hoodie was unsalvageable, still soaked and stained. I squeezed the water out leaving it to dry, and pulled on Kade's hoodie instead. It was unbelievably big even with his lean build, hanging far past my hips, the sleeves covering my hands entirely. But it was warm and clean. My phone buzzed in my pocket, an ancient thing, miraculously held together with a cracked screen protector and prayers. It was a text from Margaret, the head cook.

Hearing him say he was terrified too was somehow the most grounding thing that had happened all week. "I'm going to fuck this up," I said. "Probably," Eli said. "We'll both fuck it up probably multiple times. That's how relationships work." "I don't know how relationships work," I said. "I've never actually been in one. Not a real one." "Then we'll learn together," Eli said. The meeting happened. The campaign was approved. Westbrook was excited. The launch was locked for Monday. And at 3:47 PM, when everyone except Eli and me had left the conference room, I realized the two-week agreement had technically expired.

Steve joked, which was immediately reciprocated by Fiona. *** Fiona snorted. Her bead stared at a man she was of course familiar with. He's Sam Smith, the future CEO of S Group and her college friend. Jack certainly knew Sam because the man used to visit his house a lot. "Dad just wants the best for you," Jack said. The woman named Fiona Aubrey snored softly. The same remarks that parents always say to their children. Jack didn't even understand Fiona, but the man now assumed that he knew everything.

Thea let the conversation flow over her as she ate the burger-two of them-and fries. Hungry and more at ease, she didn't talk much, but she did listen avidly. After the Twilight Zone remark, they discussed for several minutes the shows of the past they missed most. A closet Bewitched fan, Marc sheepishly admitted he'd crushed on Samantha large when younger, whereas Darren, with a grin, said it was Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island with her pigtails. As for Trent, he ate in silence, but his gaze seemed to fixate on her, although when she dared meet it, he looked away. Before long, a tickling sensation would let her know he watched again.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."