"The One About the Quiggle" by jack_skelling10 The soft knock might as well have been a sledge hammer banging on the door, so much did it disturb my concentration. Frowning, I put down the jar of peanut butter I had been eating out of and went to open the door. Standing on the worn out "Welcome to Pavilion Inn" mat was a bespectacled yellow Kacheek, looking a bit twitchy and nervous. "Ah, hello there..."
From Sushi to Chaos Byron frowned. He had labeled each of his products with a sticker that stated the price. He examined the container in the customer's hands and spotted that the bright yellow sticker was there, precisely in the middle of the clear container cap.
A Game of Nostalgia As you open the creaky gate, you may be surprised by the neat rows of headstones, quite at odds with the generally run down, dishevelled appearance of the rest of the Haunted Woods.