Spamton Novels & Stories

All pure vegetarian dishes have the cool name, make the ear-hole happy but Dean doesn’t know exactly what it is. First, dragons fly through fire. It's actually stir-fried water morning glory with garlic. Goby braise with turmeric, which is a piece of tofu mixed with some other ingredients, rolled with seaweed, fried and finally braised. It’s also amazing. Spring rolls are made from gray abalone mushrooms. Five-color salad. Especially the deep-fried vegetarian roast pork. Looks like real pork. At mealtime, the children run over to look at the food, mouth-watering "so delicious" before they run to wash their faces, hands, and feet.

Bozo found a stone from the fallen building and relaxed his weight. He tucked his sword under his armpit and with his free hands took out his snuff-box from his pouch. He taped the coverlid and scooped a large portion into his nostrils with his index finger. The electrifying rush that went from his brain to all parts of his body made him shiver as he groaned with pleasure. The people of Umunta have become his favorite. They were skilled in grinding the tobacco smoothly and the lack of adulteration made him fond of their product. Unlike his previous sellers who often mix the tobacco with colorants and other useless leaves, this was the best anyone could ever ask for.

one of “I... I was delighted in the bathroom; can you believe that tampons are fifteen cents per unit? Quite a bargain, I already stocked for at least three months.” I think achieved my two tasks, the first: that Jonny would be disgusted and the second: that Eli read my message between the lines. And from the loud laugh my friend let out, I knew she got it. “Well, I don´t know if for three months.” said moving toward the exit of the most wonderful bar I had the good fortune to visit “But at least for this night you are covered.”

I sat down on the blanket as he sat down across from me. He pulled some bread out of the backpack, along with a couple apples and oranges. And then he pulled out a can of Spam. “What is that?” I asked as I crinkled my nose in disgust. He looked at me with a goofy look of excitement. He held the can up as though he was modeling it. “Spam!” he announced excitedly in a higher voice. I giggled at his silliness. “That is disgusting.” He dropped his jaw dramatically at me as he lowered the can. “It’s delicious!”

It was locked with a small, heavy-duty padlock. She went back inside, grabbed a hammer and a sturdy chisel from her utility drawer, and set to work. It took several agonizing minutes of heavy, stressful pounding, but the old, cheap lock finally gave way with a splintering screech. Anna lifted the heavy lid. Inside, the contents were meticulously preserved, sealed in large Ziplock bags. A bundle of letters addressed from T.B. to H.M. The first one was dated two months before Hannah’s death and the tone was cold, aggressive, and clearly threatening.

After a quick stop at the restroom, she returned to the U-Haul with a bag full of junk food and two coffees, her mocha and a black coffee for Kyle. She grinned, holding the bag up in front of her brother. “This is how you buy snacks, Kyle.” Kyle spotted the barbecue chips through the sack and shook his head. “You are going to regret eating those for breakfast one of these days.” Gemma popped one into her mouth. “Now is not one of those times.” She took a sip of her coffee and ate another chip. Kyle laughed, making a face. “Now that’s disgusting—even for you.” The rest of the ride, they argued over music and snacks—especially when Gemma discovered Kyle had eaten the last of the powdered dough

Just a mechanical path between the street and my apartment. It was there, slipped under my door. Thick paper, cream-colored, which seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. My name written by hand in an old-fashioned script, almost calligraphic, with thick and thin strokes they don't make anymore. No stamp, no return address. Just my first name, traced with an application that made each letter unsettling. Elsa.

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.

“ Katty, tell them I can go first, “ Faye said with puppy dog eyes. Her teary eyes almost convinced me, but if I wanted to be a Luna I had to be fair. “ Maya, Mabel, handle this, “ I commanded whilst finishing the eggs. “ Since when were you in charge? “ Maya complained Oh my lord, I didn’t have time for this. “ My father, the alpha of this pack, did. Do what I say, “ I hiss I reach for the spatula to flip the bacon, but accidentally reach my hand into the grease. The heat of the grease seeped into my hand and spread what felt like fire up my arm. “ Shit! “ I growl running to the sink holding my hand. “ Not very good at it I see, Miss. Katherine, “ Maya says mockingly. “ Sorry, “ I say to th

a stranger ask politely whining her mouth, one could clearly state she's chewing some gum. "Reading is partying for me" Amber flip the pages of the textbook. "Are you Amber Smith? This package is for you" the Liberian gives her a box containing something invisible with the Colonie Center Mall logo on it.