

The Janitor's ClosetThere it was. A full basket of garbage crying Take me OUT! It was more of a chant really. Take me out, take me out, take me out! And Charlie Vandermarsh heeded its request. It was full. You know that full feeling you get when you gorge your self at thanksgiving, or just when you buy too much pizza on Friday night? Well, for a garbage can, its much worse. It kills. And a new lining feels like fresh bed sheets. Take me OUT! Zoe was at home when the trash was being taken out. She hadThe Janitor's Closet


Kootikooti*** (The stage completely dark apart from two desks at opposite ends of the stage, both softly lit with desk lamps. Mr. Dwain Shetler sits at the right side desk on the phone. The phone on the left side desk rings loudly, cutting the silence like a butter knife. Tix Tox runs on stage to grab the ringing phone.)Kootikooti
Tix: Tix Tox here. Plumbing your house, plunging your toilets, and piping your showers. What Tix cant fix is free to thee! How can I help you today?
Dwain: Yes, no plumbing today Im afraid. This is Dwain Shetler of t


Joey and the Peekets Chapter 1Joey sat slumped over his desk, feet hanging in the under basket, and his pencil composing what might be the greatest story of all time.Joey and the Peekets Chapter 1
He was done with his history essay and had about and hour left of class just to sit quietly writing because his teacher hadnt expected the students to finish so soon. But this was the time creative juices flowed best for Joey. His wildest fantasies would come alive on paper in the dead silent space of wasted time.
He put his notebook away after writing a couple of lines and looked up at the clock to watch the broken second hand bounce back and forth from
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"As if anyone could ever get bored of me"
-Jasper Hagen, Noir
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I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be the star in somebody else's sky but why can't it be mine?
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PiTu!
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Time is making fools of us again...
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Time is making fools of us again...
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PiTu!
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Time is making fools of us again...
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