Hello, everybody. This is a Fake Crowley production, and I'm actually quite proud of this chapter.
So...yeah. Worship me.
Stuff I own=Zip.
Stuff James Patterson Owns=OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!111oneeleventyone
ANGEL: Or, "Patty can't come up with original titles."
BOOK ONE: And…
DAY ONE: SATURDAY, OCTOBER 30TH, 2010, 0015 HOURS…Continue
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“So? What’s the case?” asked the Father, who was in the driver’s seat. As he drove, we sat in our seats uncomfortably. While we’d grown accustomed to having to sit in The Hearse for long periods of time, but ten hours was, quite frankly, ridiculous.
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“Halloween night, huh?” Luke Cypher was in his usual position—slouching in his favorite arm chair, some sort of heavy metal blasting in his ears from his MP3 player. In front of him was a mug of iced tea, with enough sugar and, of all things, milk in it to…Continue
It all began the day I died.
“Oh, fu-“ was my last utterance before I kicked to bucket. Or, rather, hit the ground. You see, I didn’t get a normal death. I didn’t get murdered protecting children and puppies from a goddam clone of Hitler, I didn’t die on my death bed at the age of eighty…
WHEN MILD MANNERED EDWARD CULLEN WAS BITTEN BY A RADIOACTIVE PIXIE ELF, HE OVERNIGHT DEVELOPED SUPER PIXIE POWERS! FROM THEN ON, HE WAS KNOWN AS SPARKLEMAN! PROTECTOR OF THE INNOCENT! DEFENDER OF TRUTH! HERO OF JUSTICE!
(To the theme of the old spiderman…