Spamton Novels & Stories

Zack has a big blue box in his hand. Everyone breaks out into a madness of whispers, mainly wondering what they're doing with me. "So I heard from a little birdy, that today is your birthday. So I skipped the class before lunch and I ran to a store. But I didn't know what you're into, so I had to call Larson. But he gave a giant list of things. So I was still confused. So I called Brown, luckily he gave me easy to follow instructions. So here you go, if you don't like it you can always return it, I left the slip. If you wanna know which store I bought it from, it was–" Zacks rambling has gone on for too long and I already feel happier.

"Alright. That wouldn't be so bad, I guess." Everyone sets up, and Tobe divides out some food. She opens a can of Vienna sausages, a can of spam, and a can of spaghettio's. We use plastic spoons and just dig into the cans, not caring that our spaghettio's gets on our spam, or that everything tastes very bad after days of amazing prepackaged meals.

“Have you even tried it?” “Yes” I said. “How can you even eat it when you open the can and it comes out with that nasty layer of slime on it?” He looked at me, wide-eyed with shock. “That’s the best part!” he declared loudly. I shook my head as he peeled the lid open on the can. He set his bread on the blanket and began shaking the can of Spam upside down. It made a repulsive, squishy sound as it slid out of the can and splatted onto the bread.

Harvey shot back. "Oh, the loser's angry." The short-haired woman let out a dry smile. "I don't need to get angry with a person who's going to die soon," Harvey said calmly. "A reminder. Inside that salmon are hundreds of Zombie Bug eggs. You can't see it with your naked eye. If you eat it, in just half a month, the Zombie Bugs will multiply in your body and clean your brain. You'll become a real walking corpse."

"Why would you.. " he asked but I wasn't listening anymore. I snatched his phone from Aunt Gracy but was met with password I wanted to hand it over to him to press his password but he beat me to it by telling me "The password is kejogmet" "okay" I said pressing the password and it unlocked though in my mind, I was surprised. I can remember overhearing NataliesN conversation with Jeanette and Eleanor when Natalie complained Kendall wont tell her his phone's password.

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

I picked up my laptop from the left side of my bed, looking through my email for the tenth time today, I sighed heavily when I didn't see anything new, just old messages. I groaned loudly, getting up from bed and heading to my small sized kitchen. I was about to toast some sandwiches before a thought came through my mind. "My Spam messages." I screamed, running back to the room as if I was being chased. I grabbed my laptop tightly as I went through my messages cautiously and voila! I saw what I was expecting, my letter of employment was staring right at me. I grinned widely. "Yes!" I screamed, tightening my hands and fist bumping the air. I jumped up on my bed like a little girl, my exciteme

He never said so, but she was his favorite. “Genty,” Aaron said as he dug a small potato out of the ground and tossed it into a basket, “have you ever wondered where potatoes come from?” “They come from America,” Genty replied, with a smile. “Oh,” Aaron said with a shrug. “I thought they came from God.” Genty laughed gently and ruffled his hair. “That, too. They come from God, by way of America, silly boy.” Still not exactly sure how both could be true, Aaron moved to the next potato and wiped his brow on the back of his dirt-covered hand. “Genty, do you ever listen to Ma and Granddad talking, when they think we are still asleep?”

that had tried to swallow me whole. ​The bar was a cavern of neon blues and deep ambers, the kind of place where the music was loud enough to drown out unwanted thoughts. Mateo had lived up to his word; we were in the VIP section, a sleek black-and-gold booth that overlooked the dance floor. Bottles of premium gin and tonic water sat on the table, shimmering under the strobe lights. ​"To Hannah!" Sarah shouted over the beat, raising her glass. She and Vince had practically sprinted out of the building when they heard the news. "The only person in the history of Cromwell Legacy to look the King in the eye and say, 'I'm out!'"

But it’ll be good adding that to their weapons. “Well the first unfortunate guy just had soda injected into him. When soda makes contact with water it foams up. Just like dropping a mint into soda”. The little bottle had mint properties and when it was injected into the body and made contact with the water in the lungs and foamed up until he couldn’t breathe and eventually died.