The Wrapping Paper Store_It's only the first draft_The Rebel and The Disc Jockey_Jonathan's
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The Wrapping Paper Store
“This is the twentieth time we’ve heard All I Want For Christmas Is You,” I say to Alicia. “No, Faith, this is the billionth time we’ve heard it.” She rolls her eyes, grinning. Alicia is my favorite person to work with at The Wrapping Paper Store. I’m not kidding, that’s the store's actual name. It’s so long, it barely fits on the green sign above the front door. At TWPS we sell, surprise, wrapping paper. For any occasion, birthdays, baby showers, and weddings, but our busiest time is the holidays. Today is November 1st and it might as well be Black Friday in my town, Grandville. In other plac...
It's only the first draft
There really is no way to prepare for the sudden fear that goes right down your spine when a flash of lightning illuminates an area in the night with a ghostly white light and the area it briefly lights up is a graveyard. You become acutely aware that you’re surrounded by headstones and beneath them are bodies of those long gone. You also become aware (and terrified) that six feet isn’t actually that deep. Now, the chances of those not-that-deeply-buried bodies actually being able to get out their coffins and climb out of the packed dirt aren’t good. But because you can’t convince youwww.onedoor.ccrself...
The Rebel and The Disc Jockey
The principle marches into her office where Vivi is forced to remain seated after being sent for dismembering a classmate with a shovel for terrorizing a foreign exchange student with a dissected frog."So," the principle starts, pacing back and forth next to Vivi, "why do you think you're in here?""because you love me? shit I-D-K!" Vivi responds sarcastically after an unnecessarily long, deep sigh.The principle slams her fist down on her desk in a sudden fit of rage over Vivi's behavior."No, smartass! You're being expelled and arrested for harming that poor boy, smartass! What on Earth would p...
Jonathan's Daddy
The heart monitor and other monitors for vitals beeped and chirped on. It had sounded like that in this grand room for two months, and if you sat in there long enough, the sounds were enough to drive a person crazy. “It reminds me of the damn bridge on the U.S.S Enterprise!” Jonathan thought. Watching those old episodes of Star Trek as a kid, he’d often wondered how Captain Kirk and company didn’t go insane from the constant bombardment of sounds from the electronic equipment around them.“What’s the damage report, Scotty?” Jonathan sardonically asked to the room.“Your father is in a dire condi...