Spud Novels & Stories

Concrete seeds: I give up. Wood powder: I'm not 😂😂. Different sows : it's not all fun of you. Mushroom candidate: I am mushroom, I am silent. Sensor saw: 😤😤 Concrete Kernels: @Sensors Saws. Ehem 😉😉 Sensor saw: son of a bitch! Shit!! 😤😤😤 Loose Powder: I chopped my mouth. Sensor saws: kiss me. Wood Powder: 🌚🌚🔫🔫🔫.

The sun shone so brightly for the winter season. Superstitiously, you could say it bit people's flesh. Most people were even discouraged to go out of their houses to jog but those who could not afford to miss their daily routine or we could say, those that were used to it, got out of their homes to jog a little... Kavinsky jogged for some while before jogging back home since it was too sunny and he could not take it any longer. He was dirty from all his sweat. He met his mom watching TV in the sitting room and he went to peck her on the cheek.

Nodding Groban gently rubbed my cheek with his hand, “You are a vampire, werewolf hybrid, a cross breed between two different supernatural species. Humans have been misled by those elite in power of the vampire covens to eradicate the hybrid species because the hybrid species are more dangerous than just a vampire or werewolf species alone,” frowning slightly I looked down as I thought it over, “But, I’m not physically dangerous. I mean besides being told I am a virus,” Groban rolled his eyes as he scoffed, “And do you actually believe that?” Thinking it over for just a moment I nodded once. Groban’s eyes narrowed slightly as his eyebrows furrowed,

Dennis rested his back against the table as he began. "The origin of Item 13 goes back to a man named Ernest Ruskin..." Ernest Ruskin was a chemical engineer who lived in Moscow during the time of the Soviet Union. He was closely in association with the government at that time and worked as lead scientist on a number of projects for them, including one codenamed Prevoskhda. The project was aimed at creating a weapon that would have the capability to cause irreparable damage to the enemy at just one strike and thus, gift the Soviet Union swift victory in battle.

But what's the fun in playing nice if it means you don't get a kick out of it. "Sugar, you're two hours late."

(I don't know what they look like). -Here- she says handing me one, I take a sip noticing that it is sweet but it has vodka in it and I don't know what the sweetness is. I drink the rest in one gulp because it is very good. I order another one and the truth is that it is blue. I drink it just like the previous one.

I started walking the trail looking around, but I didn't see anyone Zzzz Zzzzzz I jumped a bit the vibrate from my phone scaring me Roxy🦋: are you okay?? Me: yeah I don't see anyone though My phone vibrated again I looked at it thinking it was Roxy but instead it was the unknown number Unknown: come by the big oak tree

Ichabod pleaded. Rasheedat walked to the shelf and took a little bottle of something red. “This is monocane. Doctors use it in small doses as a pain killer but you need it to reduce the power of that beast in you.” “Oh my God!” Ichabod’s face brightened up. “You really think this will work?” Rasheedat shrugged. “ I have been working on this for years and you will be the first to try it. Just a drop on your tongue should do the trick. Let me know if it works.”

Fried chicken and beer is not a good combination for pukes. I threw all my clothes on the laundry basket inside the bathroom and took a bath in just a speed, but of course making sure that I don't smell like puke. After getting dressed, I gulped down the Sprite in one go and put the oranges inside my bag and the sticky note on my wallet. Whoever that person is, I'm sure that he or she is living in the same dorm and floor as me. And all I have to do is to know every person who lives in the same floor and look for someone with the same penmanship.

Smiling at the memory, she took one of Ian’s t-shirt and wore it, then wrapped her hair up in messy bun before quietly walking out of the room. Kimberly walked into the kitchen and sat on an island stool, thinking of what to make for lunch. She knew she needed to think fast because Ian wasn’t an heavy sleeper, so he’d soon be up. After some minutes of thinking and going through a cookery book, she decided to make shrimp and vegetable skillet. Before she begins to make the meal, she needed to quench her thirst, so she helped herself to a glass of juice. As Kimberly cooked, she realized she couldn’t find the jar of spice. She searched for it in the kitchen units and drawers, but still couldn’t