The Noise Pizza Tower Novels & Stories

It took me a while to find a restaurant that delivers anywhere in the wind-land . I quickly dialed their number “Hello, this is an all-round pizza palace how may I help you” “I will like to order a medium size spicy chicken pizza with mushrooms as toppings” “Okay sir, please kindly share your location to this number and we will be at your doorstep in twenty to thirty minutes” I did as he said before I pressed play and continued watching the movie. Immediately I pressed play, the music box started playing “What’s wrong with a bizarre music box, I thought it was broken,” I said to myself

Nah, I am kidding my dear friends because today I can see a white pigeon in the clear blue sky basking in the warmth of the sun and as I walk along the sideway waiting for my best friend to come down, the smell of the tastiest pizza in the whole of New York from Delta Pizza wafts near my nose awakening all my senses. Just to those who are wondering about my address and putting on your shoes to locate Delta pizza, be at rest because I am still far away from your reach. I have seen and acknowledged a few of your requests to know where I live but if I reveal it then the joy of the suspense will cease to exist. Anyways the clock on the tower had struck 8, forty seven minutes ago and the sound of

said Yoshi. “Okay Yosh” I got and looked at my group, “well wish me luck guys” I said “you will my guardian” said Yoshi then with no time I got on my hoverboard and rode off to the Pizzeria to complete an unfinished challenge. Meanwhile back at the Pizzeria it was quiet and silent. The lights still on due to the generator still running 24/7 since it’s opening from 1985, boxes and boxes of pizzas of different toppings are still fresh and warm to this day not soggy, mouldy and spoilt, the cameras are all online except for the kitchen camera, people come to talk, entertain and many more but today it was quiet because of the war that ravaged the area but the pizzeria was unscathed from the scars

“Was expecting a little more fight there.” “Sorry?” Trent says, the jacket bunched in his hands. “No need to apologize.” Big Jim smirks at Carrie. “Trent, you’re going to go downstairs. Have yourself a pizza. I recommend the new one we’re serving, with the fried calamari and the extra cheese. What do we call that?” “The Gut Bomb,” Carrie says.

His two audience on the table nodded their heads. He still denied it, “I haven't.” He made himself busy slicing the food on his plate and when he saw the pizza margherita, who started to remove all of the toppings on it and ate only the crust. He was now not paying attention to his curious audience and he pretended that they were invisible in his eyes. “Maybe we're just hearing things maybe we're just having hearing problem, right?” Eli was paying more attention on the other guy the moment she started stating those words.

Nicole agreed. "But, come on, it's just pizza…" "Just pizza?" Jake clutched his chest and fell to the ground dramatically. "Noah, tell her." "I've never been either," Noah admitted, laughing a little. "TWO of them!" Nicole threw her hands up. "Okay, that's it. We're fixing this right now. Come on." She linked her arm through mine, practically dragging me down the sidewalk. ---------- Marco's Pizza was tucked into a corner spot on Main Street, sandwiched right between a dry cleaner and a bookstore. I was surprised I’d never spotted it before.

Jackie frowned and Bobby caught it, his brows snapping together. “You alright Jackie?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked up to the cashier and she could feel the burn from the other woman into her back. “Welcome to Pizza Palace, what can I get for you guys tonight?” Jackie smiled at the upbeat teenager. “We’ll like two large pizzas, one just cheese and one with ham. And two orders of wings please.” “Big gathering?’ the cashier asked and before Jackie could reply, Bobby jumped in.

Cain called from across the kitchen, where he was sweeping up glass. “I’ll order something,” Darien said, not taking his eyes off me. “Pizza sound good?” I laughed despite myself. “You have pizza here?" “Of course we do. We have a few restaurants underground. So.” Darien leaned against the counter. “Pizza?" “Extra cheese,” I heard myself say. His grin was blinding. “Extra cheese it is.” And as Cain whooped and went back to sweeping, as Darien pulled out his phone to place the order, as I stood in the wreckage of the kitchen I’d destroyed, I felt something shift inside me.

He erupted one more time into me, filling me up. "Shit," growled Carter. "That's so good. Damn, it's your turn, Dad." "Yes, it is," Mr. Miller said, rubbing something wet on his cock. Lube? Why lube? Then the doorbell rang. The pizza was here. * * * Kristen pauses in her writing. "This story needs something else than pizza," she whispered. "Ooh, yes, yes, that's it." * * * Niku Sakurajima

We look around and find a booth in the back to sit at. "Would you like some wine?" Pierson asks me. "No, water is fine," I answer remembering my blabber mouth the night of Noah's party. I definitely don't want a repeat of that. The waiter writes it down and Pierson goes ahead and orders us a large pepperoni pizza. "This place is amazing. The best pizza in town," he says excitedly. "I'll take your word for it." His eyes roam my face taking in every detail. I shift in my seat nervously.