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Brandon Wai
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
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Brandon Wai
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
Linus,
So, I'm just going to cut to the chase. This is something that a guy at work told me about, and I guess it's been an urban legend throughout Shadowbrook Canyon for decades. I obviously think it's all bullshit, but I know you get a kick out of this stuff. It all has to do with the picture of the phone booth that I attached to the email.
Apparently, that Red Phone Booth is haunted.
Bac...
On June 20, 1994, I killed someone. Bear in mind that it wasn't on purpose, and you as the reader can handle that as you wish. I'll never forget that night, I don't think I ever will. There are nights when I lay awake and hope to get amnesia, hoping that it will purge my mind of the event that forever changed my life.
I was twenty years old, and on my way to my friend Joel's house for a night of...
"Look, I didn't ask to be picked. None of us did."
In my head, my voice sounded loud. I'd made it a point to puff out my chest and tighten my fists, speaking to my team like a fearless superhero. Regardless, my sentence of valliance fell on deaf ears and horrified facial expressions. Bobby Hooper was the palest kid I'd ever met, and somehow he looked paler, eyes wide like a feral forest creature....
"I awoke not with a bang, not a whimper, but a long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face."
Detective Ambrose's eyes refused to leave his notepad as his right hand darted from left to right. He's a fast writer for a middle-aged man, and I can't help but question his penmanship because from where I'm sitting everything looks like scribbles, chicken scratch as some would say.
...
Olivia was the one who wanted a cat for their apartment. She and James had been dating for three years, living together for two, and getting a pet seemed like the next logical step…at least in her eyes. James never considered himself much of a cat person, he'd never considered himself much of a pet person period. Olivia had been asking about a cat for a few months, but she'd been planting the seed...
"I shouldn't have eaten so much paste when I was a kid." Said Hughy on the verge of tears.
Glenn shrugged. "Yeah, but who would have thought that the thing you ate the most as a kid would turn into your superpower when you grew up? Do you think I like being able to shoot spaghetti sauce from my fingertips? My power is pretty useless too."
Hughy rolled his eyes, "Okay. Fine. Yours is stupid too. ...
“So,” i said with a deep breath. “I’m a zombie.”
Hank gave a nod, eyes not leaving the rising sun. “Yep. How does it feel?”
I shrugged. “I mean. I’m not sure. Not sure how long it’ll take for something like this to sink in.”
Hank laughed and slung his ravished right arm around my shoulder. “It takes some time. Took me a while. Not sure how long. You tend to lose track of time when your dead.”
...
"Is she hot?" Damien asked.
Tony's eyes narrowed, he felt like hurling his phone across his bedroom and out the window, that wasn't the response he was hoping for. "Really?" He sneered. "That's your damn response to what I've just told you?"
Tony could hear Damien's shrug through the phone. "Well, what else do you want me to say? I already told you to call the police."
Tony closed his eyes and ...
Harold Heffner's post about The Shadowbrook Woman next to Shadowbrook Elementary went live at 7:15 am. He was on his way to Shadowbrook High when he made the post. The post would gather five thousand likes by the time first-period math ended, Harold spent most of the class staring at his phone screen in awe as the likes flooded in. He took the long way to his English, which was across the schoolya...
“Do not go home tonight.”
The incoming text message came off as odd to Cam for several reasons. For starters he didn’t recognize the phone number. He knew the area code, 626, that meant it was somewhat local. It also came in the form of a green bubble. Android, Cam didn’t know many Android users.
Cam’s thumbs hovered over his iPhone keyboard, debating if he should respond to the stranger. He bi...