“Ah, the smell of cafeteria mashed potatoes,” Shane said as he inhaled deeply. He texted me the night before that he planned on wearing his karate uniform “2 mk a statmnt.” I’m glad he changed his mind. He showed up in a ratty T-shirt and a stinky old pair of jeans instead. It made my black pants...
A chandelier fell on top of the chessboard, flinging Howie the werewolf and Jimmy the Moth Man back onto the dusty carpet. The fire blew out in the fireplace. A great roar thundered down the hallway. “What is it?” asked Gordo...
