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Friend's stories part three I think?
1. Jonathan Jolley whipped on his shades, adjusted his crotch, and jumped from the plane. As the wind whipped past his rocketing body, he could only smile, considering it another job well done. Above him, the airplane exploded, showering the sky with burning debris and an orange glow. He pulled the cord on his backpack, which jettisoned a parachute ( Read more... ) -
Butts
Captain Butt whirled around, calling out "Private Butt! Where are you?" There was no answer. Without Private Butt, Captain Butt could not see the attacking Nega-Butts, for only the missing detective had the ability to communicate with the dead. "Perhaps I could tell you where he is, my friend...or should I say, my foe!" said a voice, and it was Le ( Read more... ) -
Just two STORIES!
Story 1 ( Read more... ) -
I got up from bed and turned my computer on at 2:30 in the morning to write this.
“Why? Why does he have an orange on his forehead?” thought the robber frantically, completely stunned and frozen in his tracks. He had broken in to the household only moments before, and now he was in the bedroom, where, in front of him, still as the dead (save for this breathing, of course) lay an elderly gent with his hands clasped neatly on his ( Read more... ) -
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Alfred Stork clutched his chest, hacked a few raspy breaths, and collapsed to his death ( Read more... ) -
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The Stunning Conclusion to the Great American Journeypiece
The Knuckler stared in disbelief at the hole in the dock where the robot, Kevin, had crumbled through, and back up at his ghostly nemisis, who had a similar confused and shocked expression, which quickly twisted into a sneering murmer of delight ( Read more... ) -
Part Four of the Great American Odyssey
The Knuckler paced back and forth, his furrowed brow shifting occasionally as he glanced about ( Read more... ) -
My Great American Dream Part 3
Zombies were slow and dumb and very generic, and Mr. Mustachete had never really liked the idea of using them as minions, but they were very price effecient (25% off if you bought a dozen), and he had no idea where his once faithful goons had skittered off to after his death, so he had buckled and bought a couple dozen ( Read more... )
