Hey Meathead,
Yah, I’m talkin’ to you. I’m from Omaha. I had a warehouse that I used to smuggle drugs and guns. The warehouse was full and I was planning on making a final big sell before I could retire and live a simple life. It was all set in a few days when one of my workers ratted me out. The cops surrounded my place and I was cornered. I thought about putting up a fight but there was only one of me and more cops than I cared to count. I was about turn myself in when a warning alert blasted from the radio that a tornado was coming. The plan was then to wait out the storm and see if there was an opening to escape. I had my warehouse well-fortified and when I looked through the peephole I saw it was flying off the ground. Hours passed until I landed here in Oz. I stepped out of my warehouse carrying my peacemaker, when a cop car landed a few yards from me. The cop dangled from his vehicle before seeing me. Looking at me he said, ‘Oh, Humbug!’ before reaching… Wait a moment… You want to know more, then buy this stupid book written by two wack jobs who should be wearing long jackets. There’s witches, scarecrows, a cowardly lion, an.. oh yeah… two British fellas who seem to know way too much. Now scram! I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ else.
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Adventure“I may die, but I am taking you with me,” the munchkin said with blood churning from his mouth.
“What is your name” the Gnome King replied.
“It’s Ahab.”
“Well Ahab, I enjoyed killing your bother very much,” the Gnome King smiled, as he turned his sword inside Ahabs stomach. There was blood oozing down both sides of the gnome’s mouth.
“And I likewise am enjoying your demise,” Ahab responded with a revengeful machete turn in the gnome’s stomach.
“Well I could put them both out their misery,” the witch thought, “but that would make me miss the joy of watching them die a long and slow, painful death. Perhaps I should just shoot them in the feet.”
The witch raised her beloved silver plated tommy gun, aiming it at the little men’s feet, when she noticed a shadow pass over her. She turned her head and looked up at the same time. A house foundation iron reinforcement sticking out from the bottom of the house went into the witch’s eye socket, through her brain, and punched the back of her skull. Her feet flung off the ground for a split-second before the house landed crushing her from the bellybutton up. Even in her death, she still gripped her beloved tommy gun, which lay at her hip.
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Author review: It is always a joy working with Giovanni! |
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Author review: Paulo was great to work with. He showed an eagerness to provide high quality. |
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