Spamton Novels & Stories

Lil Joe hadn't yet recovered from the effect of the water and the countless remnants of salt that picked away the tiny bits of his open flesh, tearing him up into tiny bits, life and energy slowly slipping out from his lips as he tried telling himself to normalcy. “Light him up!” I gave the command, dramatically snapping my fingers in the air. It didn't take a second more until I heard the sound of the colts of electricity, flowing from its underground channels, leaving its footprints as it raced down to it's Final Bus Stop, “The Confessor”. “Three!” “Two!”

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Then at the cupboard. Then back at the packet. Luna voluntarily ate this. Not once. Not twice. She had an entire fucking shelf dedicated to it. I opened the cupboard. Ramen. Ramen. More ramen. Different flavours. Chicken. Beef. Spicy chicken. Extra spicy chicken. Something called nuclear fire chicken. I picked that one up. Nuclear. Fire. Chicken. Who the fuck approved that name? I turned the packet around. The instructions had a warning symbol. I stared at it.

I take the water he offered and chug it down. “I am Aiden” he introduces himself “I am an orderly here, I will bring you meals and meds basically.” He says passing me the plate. I want to tell him to fuck off and where he can shove his food but my stomach does a lurch to tell me its been ages since we last ate and whatever is under the cover smells good. Removing the cover it’s roast beef and vegetables. My stomach makes another noise at me to tell me that we are not passing this up. I wonder if it’s poisoned and then realise they just injected me with pure wolfsbane in front of me. Why would they need to hide poison in my food?

The cabin must be located close to the border of this pack’s territory, not like I’d know anything about it but I felt like it was a pretty decent assumption. “Hey Noah?” He looks at me from the side of his eye and waits for me to continue, “I really want steak, I’ve been sleeping for 3 days, I’m starving and I want steak, so is there any way that could happen?” I pasted on a sweet smile, and blinked my eyelashes up at him. He looks away smiling, “Steak huh?” He lifts his eye brow and looks back at me. “I think I can make that happen,” he says and winks at me. Star is already drooling. I guess she’s excited for that as much as I am. “Wait, can you taste what I eat?” I ask her. “In a sense,”

“On second thought . . . I just love food.” “Which is which?” James asked nodding at all the different meats. “Country ham, sausage links, bacon, turkey bacon, turkey links, and some kind of weird soy stuff,” Tres said pointing each one out to him. He glanced with disgust at the soy patties before selecting a few sausage links and slices of bacon. James was about to pick up a bottle of orange juice to complete his breakfast when Tres stopped him. “Wait, wait, wait. You like smoothies right?”

“What the fuck was that?” Luther left his office and stepped into the backyard to get some fresh air but his eyes caught the familiar envelope as his jaw clenched hard. He wanted to ignore it but also he didn't want Noelle to find it. So he strode towards it and picked it up. There was written ‘The Pregnancy Report’ in bold letters. “It doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Winnifred,” he whispered to himself and threw the report on the ground. When the envelope hit the ground the paper spilled out from it. He was about to make his way back to the mansion but paused when he read Noelle’s name on the top of the paper.

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