Take the Exit_Spices: a poetry-verse mystery_The Phantom of Willow Creek_TWILIGHT
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Take the Exit
Take the next exit. I need a piss and a sandwich. Yeah. Ok. Hold on cuz the next exit isn’t for thirty miles. You’re shittin me right? I would never shit you Sully. Pull over. I can just take a piss on the side of the road. This is a turnpike. You can’t just pull over to piss on a turnpike Sully. Use the right lane. I’ll go fast. That’s an emergency only lane. Jenny, pull the car over now or I will piss on the floor. If I get arrested, I’m pinning it on you. You won’t get arrested Jenny. But if you get a ticket, I’ll pay it. Now stop the damn car. Hurry up. You owe me. Shut it. Better? Much....
Spices: a poetry-verse mystery
John Kazzer.My foe, my enemy, my worst-friend ever in the history of why, Samantha-Jae, why why why why why why why why. Sick. I feel sick when I see himIt's got to be himIt's got to be.What happened:Ellen's Sweet Treatscame up with a new recipe.Then theplace was robbed.Two hours ago:I went to the scene of the crime (theback kitchen)and found thatafter a careful searchonly one thing was missing.It was a red-orange powder, accordingto Ellen.A spice that she didn'ttell me the name of; thesecret ingredientOnly one person would havetaken from Ellen, from Joseph,from their weirdo daughter, Chocolat...
The Phantom of Willow Creek
The wind whistles through the streets of Willow Creek. The moon shines high above the small town and all is quiet as the residents sleep. However, not everything is as it seems. Once a peaceful, little town, Willow Creek has turned into a town plagued by terror. You see, a few weeks ago, people started getting mysteriously sick. Every few days a person would begin to show symptoms and would be admitted to the hospital. The doctors still can’t figure out what is making people sick and they have to hurry because the viwww.onedoor.ccctims are dying quickly. Each victim claims that a mysterious stranger had bum...
TWILIGHT
by DOUGLAS PENICKPart 1 Winter ice and slippers. Instability on the black driveway. Well, there’s a reason they call them slippers. Slippery bed slippers. She should be slipping into bed. Or, determined as she was, she should have put on the boots. Even with having to sit down and bend and the shortness of breath and the undignified tugging at slippery boot tops in the freezing hallway. Why did coldness make indignity worse? Well, it did. It does.Oh, she’d thought, she’d just run out for a second and get… what was it? She’d forgotten and who cares now…from the car. It would just take a secon...