I've accepted the 365 day writing challenge before and have failed before the end of the first week. By putting it online I have something else to hold me accountable to complete the challenge rather than just me.


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Oct 13, 2014
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Chapter 3

She led us through countless neighborhoods and down several back streets and other than her telling me which street to take we never talked to each other. After the first 10 minutes I had turned the radio on to dull the silence. It seemed to help make the whole saturation feel a bit more normal for me. That is until the radio died just before the snow did just under 5 minutes ago. Now we were sitting in complete silence and it was killing me.

“So what’s your name?” I finally asked. It seemed like a safe enough question.

“Why?” she answered with a flat and uninterested tone.

“Why not?” I asked with shrug, still trying to keep it light. “I’d like to put a name with the face. I can’t keep calling you The Brunette in my head.” I took my eyes off the road to look at her to try and read her face only to see a sly smirk on it.

“You shouldn’t call me that at all.” She said and in one quick motion she pulled off her hair and casually tossed it onto the dash. In place of the shoulder length brown hair was now fine blond hair styled in a short pixie cut.

“It was a wig?” I blurted out with more shock then was really necessary.

“Yup.” She said as she ruffled her hair the best she could with its length. “It’s worth a pretty penny if you actually pay for it, too.”

“You stole it?” I asked, trying to sound casual about it. Of course it just came out accusingly.

“No, I earned it.” She answered defensively. “And what’s with the interrogation?”

“I’m just trying to make conversation.” I said calmly. “The silence is driving me insane. Haven’t you ever played 20 questions before?”

“This isn’t 20 questions.” She said angrily. “This is The Question Game and you’re not even playing it right. We’re supposed to take turns asking questions and so far you’ve asked 5 to my 2. That means I get to ask you 3 questions and remember, you have to answer them with complete honestly or you lose.”

“You expect me to believe you’ve been answering my questions honestly?” I asked with a bit of a scoff.

“I said it’s my turn.” She snapped. “Where’d you steal the car from?” I shot her a quizzical look for as long as I dared before putting my attention back to the road. “Don’t try and deny it. Unless those really were your emergency tampons in the back of the glove box.” I decided to play by her rules. It wasn’t like she was going to turn me in and if this means I get my questions answered then what was the harm.

“Over in the town where I grew up.” I answered after short pause.

“Are you still a virgin? Take this next left.” She asked next.

“No.” I mumbled as I turned my blinker on.

“Would you prefer I not intrude on your sex life?” She asked with a smirk in her voice.

“Yes.” I answered glad it was my turn again.

“The answer to your 6th question is “No” by the way.” She said.

“What?”

“When you asked if I expected you to believe that I’ve been answering your questions honestly, that was your 6th question. And asking “What” makes that 7 so I get another 2.” I gripped the wheel tighter. “When was the last time you got laid?” I opened my mouth but closed it right away to think about what to say. This time making sure it wasn’t a question.

“You said you wouldn’t ask about my sex life.” I finally said through gritted teeth.

You said you preferred I didn’t ask about your sex life. That doesn’t mean I can’t ask or that I won’t. Keep going straight until you hit a gravel road and take that.” I clenched my jaw.

“I don’t remember.” I kept my eyes glued to the road. I could feel her staring at me, trying to tell if I’m lying or not.

“So…it’s been a while then?” She asked with a patronizing tone.

“Yes, what’s your name?” I shot back quickly.

“I don’t know. What’s your name?”

“And here I thought we were going to be honest with each other.” I said. Again, making sure it wasn’t a question.

“I am being honest.” She said with a fake hurt tone. “I never met my mother and my dad called me all sorts of different names when I was growing up. He used a different name for each John he sold me to. So I don’t actually know which name is my real one. Of course if you insist on using a name for me then Bridgette will do just fine.” I let what she said sink in for a moment before I said anything.

“Hunter.” I said with a flat tone. “Your father pimped you out?”

“Yes. What are you running form?”

“My family. What are you hiding from?”

“The same. How old are you?”

“Going on 17 next month, you?”

“Just hit 31 a month ago. What’s your favorite sexual position?” I gritted my teeth.

“Anything that puts me on top. You’re really 31? You look closer to my age.”

“Never underestimate cheap makeup in the hands of a great artist.” She said with a grin. “Why do you look like you’re in your mid twenties?”

“Never underestimate a confident attitude and good posture.” I shot her a sly smile which she quickly returned.

“Turn down the first dead end and it’s the house at the end of the street.” I nodded and took this time to pay closer attention at where we were.

I had memorized every turn we made and the name of the streets we’ve been on since we left the dinner. The neighborhoods went from closely packed suburbs to hard-to-find cabins that are few and far between. The road we were on at the moment had nothing on the sides but pine trees wrapped in their own personal blankets of snow. I had been so focused on remembering the directions I hadn’t noticed how isolated I was letting her make us.

“How do you know where we are going if you’ve had your eyes closed for most of the ride?” I asked when I remembered it was my turn.

“I was blindfolded and in a trunk almost every time I ever came here.” She said. I waited for more of an explanation or at least for her to ask her question but she stayed silent. Instead she grabbed her wig off the dash and started putting it back on.

“How did you know it was a dead end if you were blind folded?” I asked to fill the void.

“I came back a few times on my own to make sure I could find it. Plus I peeked from under my blindfold once or twice when he was leading me in.” She answered me as she checked in the visor mirror that the wig as on straight and all her blond hair was covered. I decided not to give her any more than two more turns and didn’t ask why she was putting it back on. We ended up riding in silence for the next few minutes or so until the cabin came into view.

It was small and easily would have been missed if it wasn’t literally at the end of the road. A big worn out yellow “Dead End” sign was nailed to the tree that was directly in the middle of the road where my headlights fell. A few yards behind that you could just make out the outline of the cabin in what little of the headlights could reach it. There were no lights on and a quick glance at my watch told me why. It was 5:52 am. We had been driving for more than 5 hours. I guess with all the adrenaline I hadn’t noticed.

“Don’t be surprised if he greats you with a shot gun.” She said as she got out of the car. I quickly put the car in park, leaving it running, and fallowed her out.

“I thought you said he was expecting you?” I called after her in a stage whisper.

“No I didn’t.” She stage whispered back, more to just mock me than anything else. “I didn’t say it was a friend’s house or that it was going to be safe or any other kind of bullshit you want to delude yourself with. All I said was that I knew where we were and then told you where to go from there. That’s it.”

This is the first time in a long time that I had no idea what I was about to walk into. It made me uneasy to say the least. I looked over at Bridgett and considered leaving her. Just getting back into the car and driving off before she knew I wasn’t behind her anymore. I could wait until she was at the door and leave her to whatever fate that lay behind it and not feel bad about it. As I finished this thought she turned to me and put her scarf around my neck.

“What are you doing?” I asked as she started to unbutton her jacket.

“Just because he’s not my friend doesn’t mean I can’t be friendly.” She answered as she undid the buttons of her purple dress shirt low enough that I could make out the color of her bra. It was pink. She gave me a teasing wink before walking the rest of the way to the cabin. I followed.

She banged hard on the door before striking a pose in front of it. It took me a second to realize she was trying to block me form view. Being almost a whole head taller than her made it a difficult task but it wasn’t something I could dwell on as the door flew open. An older, balding man stood there with a hand gun to Bridgette’s head. I could see the look on his face change as he recognized her but he still didn’t lower his gun.

“Hey Greg, long time no see.” She said in a sultry voice. They stared at each other for a full minute, neither one of them saying a thing. I wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss her or kill her.

“Are we just going to stand here and stare at each other, or are you going to tell me what you’re doing on my porch at six a.m.?” He said in a gruff voice.

“I’m here to see you silly.” She said, adding a teasing tone to her voice.

“How did you get here, Penelope?” Greg asked without a hint of pleasantry in his voice.

“Taylor brought me.” Bridgette said as she gestured to me. “I missed you. You can’t blame me for that, can you?” I could only see the back of her head form where I was standing but I could still tell she was throwing every flirty look she could at him. None of which he saw himself because he had been staring at me since she pointed me out.

“Where’s your father?” He asked her while he kept his eyes on me.

“He got tied up with some things.” Bridgette said as she moved to further block me form his view. “It’s awfully cold out here. Won’t you let me in and warm me up?” He took his eyes off me then and looked her up and down, taking longer at her chest each time. He let the gun drop down to his side and stepped aside to let us in.

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Chapter 2

It was almost an hour of nonstop driving before I finally loosened my grip on the steering wheel and started to relax. I glanced at the brunette sitting in the passenger seat. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her head was rested against the head rest with her eyes closed. She had been like that since we were out of the parking lot. As far as I could tell she had fallen asleep before I made my first turn. It wouldn’t be a problem except I have no idea where I am and now would be a good time to have some kind of a destination in mind. So I clicked on the hazard lights, despite the lack of cars, and pulled off to the side of the road.

“What are you doing?” I jumped at the sudden noise. I looked over to see the brunette looking at me with suspicion and distrust. It reminded me of my father.

“I’m pulling over.” I said flatly as I shook the unexpected thought of my father out of my head.

“I can see that.” She retorted. “Why?” I put the car in park and turned in my seat to look at her.

“Who are you?” I asked her.

“That’s irrelevant, why did you pull us over?” She shot back.

“Who are you to question anything I do?” I asked in a raised voice. “From where I’m sitting I’m the one with all the power here. I can turn this car around and hand you off to the police at any moment. I’m just the innocent by standard who you threatened into helping to aid in your escape.  They’ll let me go and lock you up. So I’m only going to ask you one more time. Who are you?”

She stared at me for a moment, reading my face. I knew she was looking to see if I gave any indication it was an empty threat. She was trying to find the faintest hint of anything that would make her believe that I was lying. I knew she wouldn’t because I had every intention of doing exactly what I said if I didn’t get some answers. So I waited for her to realize it wasn’t an empty threat and to see that she was beat. That I was in charge now and she has to listen to me now. It threw me off when a smirk spread across her face.

“What makes you think the police want anything to do with me?” She asked condescendingly, her voice even and calm.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re the one who killed those people at the dinner.” I said in my still to load voice. She scoffed in response.

“I honestly thought you were smarter than that.” She said with a patronizing tone. I glared at her a moment as I thought about what she said. I had missed something and missing something could mean death. At least that’s what my father always told me. I turned back around in my seat and stared out the windshield. I replayed everything I saw at the dinner from the second I stepped inside to the moment I pulled out of the parking lot. I made sure I recalled every single detail no matter how small or useless.

“The truck was gone.” I declared after a moment, more to myself then to her.

“And what does that mean?” She said in a tone that I’ve only heard used by teachers when they try and coax an answer out of you instead of just giving it to you. I decided to humor her hoping she would answer my questions after.

“It should have been there.” I said as I turned to face her again. “If the cook was in the freezer with the other waitress like I thought then his truck would have still been in the parking lot. But it was gone when we left. The only people around were the staff and us and I was watching you the whole time so you couldn’t have had time to move it. I only know for sure that one of the waitresses and at least one other person is dead. Because the freezer door was closed I couldn’t see who it was.

“You were only out of my sight for a minute at most. You didn’t have time to slit three people’s throats, hide two in the freezer and move the truck. The only one who could have had time was the cook. He was out of my sight the whole time and could have been doing anything without me knowing it. He must have killed the one in the freezer, the blonde waitress with must have walked in on him. He killed her before she could get out of the kitchen and must have taken off in his truck before we could see what he looked like. He probably wanted to pin it on one of or both of us.”

“Look at that.” The girl said when I had finished. “You didn’t even need a hint or anything.” I shot her a quick glare.

“Why don’t you explain the blood on your hands?” I demanded.

“Fair enough,” She said with the smirk still glued to her face. “You were too busy trying to act like you weren’t watching me to notice the quite scuffle in the kitchen. I went to check it out as the cook was running out the back door. The blond was still alive so I went to check her injures. That’s how I got her blood on my hands.” She told her story like she was just recounting her trip to the supermarket. No emotion except the annoyance of having to explain herself.

“She died in your arms?” I asked.

“No.” She answered. “I was only able to see the cut on her throat after I moved the collar of her uniform, hence the blood, and I knew she wasn’t going to last long no matter what I did so there was no point in trying to help or to stick abound. That’s when I left to talk to you.”

“You left her to die.” I said, trying to make my tone drip with as much distain. She finally uncrossed her arms and turned to face me.

“Don’t act all high and mighty with me, boy.” She said in one of the most menacing tones I’ve ever heard. It sent a chill down my spine. “You can pretend all you want but you and I both know what you are. You’re the same as me and I know you would have done exactly the same thing in my place. Now, WHY ARE WE PULLED OVER?” She spat her question at me emphasizing every word. I let it sit between us for as long as I dared just to piss her off.

“I don’t know where we are.” I finally answered. “I was going to look at the map while I was letting the car warm up in the parking lot when I was leaving the dinner. Obviously that didn’t happen so I have to check the map now before I end up any more lost than I already am.”

“Oh. Is that all?” She said calmly, as though she hadn’t just put the fear of god into me. She opened the glove box and started pulling everything out and just discarding them on the floor at her feet with the plastic bag still sitting there. Random papers I didn’t even know were in there, gas station receipts, extra gloves, that tool that bakes open the window if you crash, and everything else I could manage to stuff in there was all in a pile on the floor in less than 3 second.

“STOP!” I yelled at her. I opened the middle compartment between us. It wasn’t big enough for as much as the glove box, it could only hold one vary worn out car charger and the map which I pulled out. “I’d rather you didn’t step on all of my stuff.” I said. She lifted her legs up and put her feet on the dash leaving everything on the floor. She didn’t even bother to close the glove box.

“Better?” She asked sarcastically. I ignored her and started to unfold the map. I found the section I had been looking at that got me to the dinner rather quickly. I traced the route I took form the last road I remember seeing until I found the dinner, surprisingly marked on the map. Before I could find the route I took to get me here the map was ripped out of my hands. I turned to yell at the brunette but my voice got stuck in my throat when I actually got a look at her.

She was sitting cross-legged now, a lighter in her left hand and the creased map in the other. She waited until she knew she had my full attention before she put the flame to the edge of the map. I made a grab for it but I was shoved back against the door with her foot. I tried to throw her foot off me but it just made her push her foot harder into my chest. I was surprised by just how strong such a small girl could be. I stopped struggling when I saw how much of the map was already in flames.

“What are you doing?” I yelled at her.

“I know where we are.” She said matter-of-factly as she moved the map so the flames wouldn’t touch her hands. “And as long as you don’t have a map I’ll be the only one who knows where we are. Which means you’ll need me, if you need me than you can’t ditch me or try and turn me into the cops.” With her free hand she opened the door behind her and tossed the map, now completely engulfed in flames into the snow.

“Are you insane?” I asked as I tried to get out from under her foot again. I was starting to feel the melted snow from the bottom of her shoe soaking into my shirt. She kept her foot pressed hard against my chest as she closed the door behind her with a smirk.

“Yes I am. Thank you for noticing.” She answered with a chipper tone. She finally let me throw her foot off me and I watched her put them down on the pile of stuff from my glove box that was still on the floor. “You’ll want to make a right at the next road. I’ll let you know where to go from there.” With that she crossed her arms, rested her head on the head rest, and closed her eyes again.

I stared at her as my brain went into over drive trying to figure out any other option. That was the only map I had and as long as the cook could pin his murders on a six foot white male with blond hair and blue eyes I couldn’t risk just walk into the next gas station and pick up a new one. That means as long as I had to hide from the police for a crime I didn’t even committee I had to keep her around to navigate. There was no way I could get rid of her just yet and she knew it.

I turned off my hazard lights and pulled back onto the road with this feeling I couldn’t shake. It was a feeling of unease that twisted my stomach into a knot and made a feeling of dread settle over me. And deep down under that I felt excited. I don’t know why.

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I walked into the dinner and stopped in the door way to shake the snow off my coat. It was wool and even the snow was only lightly falling from the sky it still clung to it too tight. I took that time to look around. The dinner was small and had a counter running from end to end. There were booths filling up all the space on the walls so that you couldn’t see where the wall ended and the floor began. The rest of the room was taken up by small tables that had two chairs at each despite only looking big enough for a single plate. It was cleaner than I expected for a road side dinner that was open 24/7 and clearly only got business from the auto repair shop that was next door.

 If I was including myself, there were only four people there that I could see and only one of them was another costumer. Judging by the shoulder length hair it was a girl, which was all I could see with their back to me. She was all the way at the other end of the diner at a table facing a window that would be easier to look out of if she were to sit at the empty booth right in front of her. The two waitresses were sitting at the counter gossiping.  The one with the blond hair stopped talking long enough to tell me I could sit where ever. I nodded at her and scanned the dinner again for the ideal place to sit. I choose a booth a couple away from the other costumer and slid all the way in to the window seat that faced the door.

It wasn’t until I had warmed up enough to warrant taking my coat off and laying it next to me that the waitress with the blond hair put a menu in front of me and asked if I would like some coffee, gesturing to the pot she held in her hand. I nodded and thanked her as she poured it into the cup that had been patently waiting on the table before she went back to sit with the waitress with the hair that was to red. They picked up where they left off in the hushed whispers they were talking in when I had come in. Only this time I got the distinct feeling they were talking about me.

I opened the menu absent mindedly as I glanced at the parking lot outside. My car was right outside the window I was sitting next to. The early morning darkness couldn’t hide the bright white paint but helped hid it’s imperfections. You almost couldn’t tell it was an old beater on its last leg. With no real heater, the windshield wipers only work when they want to work, and the crank windows stick more often than not and are almost impossible to roll down in cold weather like today you would think I would have gotten a new one buy now. But it was free and got surprisingly decent gas mileage.

I scanned the rest of the parking lot and spotted the only other two cars right next to each other at the far end of it. One was a small two door car littered with little stuffed animals in the back window. One of the waitresses I’m sure and with as chummy as they were it was a safe bet that they were car pooling. The other was a beat up pickup truck with an old and fading bumper sticker with the words long warn off on the tailgate next to a new one that read “Kiss the Cook” in bold red letters. That one would be the chefs, obviously. That just leaves the brunette at the table. How did she get here?

I looked over my shoulder at her to see that her back was still to me. She had a scarf hanging on the back of her chair but she still had on her denim jacket. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and an old pair of converse sneakers that were on their last leg. She couldn’t have walked here wearing that. The diner was at least 3 miles away from any kind of houses and most of those were run down or abandoned. With it snowing alone she couldn’t have made it here and not be frozen solid from that long a walk. Add the temperature and she would have died out there.

I put it out of my mind as the waitress with the bad dye job asked if I was ready to order. I asked for a hamburger with no onions and everything else. The waitress gave me a flirty smile as she complemented me on my order before taking the menu and going to place the order. I took a sip of my coffee as I glance over my shoulder at the girl again. Figuring her out seemed like a good distraction from everything since figuring out who in the dinner belonged to the cars outside ended up being too easy. I would have done it with anyone who was sitting in that dinner. It was just my bad luck it happened to be her this night.

I was on my second cup of coffee and halfway done with my burger and I still hadn’t gotten anywhere with it. I couldn’t see what she was eating, at least not without openly staring at her. (I’m subtle when I play this game and this time was no different.) I could see the waitresses refill her water as well as bring her some more sugar packets. As far as I could tell she wasn’t anything more than just another costumer to them though. So she didn’t get a ride with them and they would have been friendlier with her if she came with the cook.

I took another bite of my burger and washed it down with the last gulp of my coffee before casually looking back over my shoulder at her. This time she was looking over her shoulder at me. I gave her a friendly smile and nod before turning my attention to the decorations on the walls. It looked like I just happened to glance at her on my way to looking past her. I’ve done it countless times before without fail and was so automatic to me I didn’t even notice I was doing it until it was already done and was looking at the pictures on the wall above the counter.

I turned slightly, so I could see the girl out of the corner of my eye. She had pivoted to stare at me. I found her completely unnerving. I’d never been the one to be watched before. I did my best to ignore her and finished my burger without looking up again. When I finished the burger I tried to steal another glance. She wasn’t there. I turned back around to look at the door, thinking she got passed me somehow. She wasn’t at the door and I didn’t see her out the window as I twisted in my seat to look out it. When I turned back around she was sitting across from me so comfortably it was like she was sitting with me the whole time.

She had her back resting against the back of the booth and her hands under the table. She had a heart shaped face and flawless skin. Not a blemish or pimple in sight. Her eyes where a bright green that contrasted with her dark brown hair. She looked about my age, maybe a few years older. She could be considered beautiful by anyone’s standards. But something about the way she looked me dead in the eye without any hesitation or awkwardness put me on edge.

“Why are you watching me?” she asked. I shifted in my seat to buy time and took a quick glance around the dinner to see no one else in sight.

“I wasn’t watching you.” I said when my eyes fell back on her.

“You were trying to look like you weren’t but you were watching me.” I didn’t say anything right away. She just continued to stare at me as she waited for me to answer her.

“I’m sorry if I gave you that impression.” I said with an apologetic smile. I shot another glance around the dinner.

“They won’t be interrupting us.” She said sharply. Her words cut through the air between us and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. She leaned forward as she put her hands on the table, fingers laced together and stained with fresh blood. “I’m not going to ask again.” She finished.

My eyes shot from her hands to the door to the kitchen. It was a swinging door that had been closed since I walked in. There was a small round window at eye level of the door but I couldn’t see anything threw it from where I sat. The window with the heating lamps where they put the food to send out to their respective tables was in the middle of the wall behind the counter. Also at an angle where all I could make out was the cycling of the kitchen. I could only guess at what horrors could be hiding back there. I push the thoughts out of my mind. I had to if I wanted to walk out of here.

“You intrigued me.” I said as I locked eyes with hers. We stared at each other for almost a full minute, neither one of us blinking or backing down, before she let a small smirk cross her face.

“Fare enough.” She said before getting up from the table and disappearing into the bathroom on the other side of the now abandoned counter without another word. I bolted up the second the door was closed and burst through the kitchen door. I stopped mid stride when I saw the blood. It was pooled on the floor around the blond haired waitresses, crumpled on the floor in unnatural positions. Her hand stretched out towards the door that held help just on the other side.

 My shock quickly passed. I walked over to the body, careful to step around the blood. I got close enough to bend over and take a look at her. She was on her side and I could see she had a long and deep cut across her throat. It must have been where all the blood had come from. As I glanced around I saw another pool of blood coming from underneath what I assume was the freezers door just a few paces away. Hiding the cook and the waitress with the bad dye job, I’m sure.

“Are you ready to go?” I spun around to see the brunette girl in the door way whipping off the door with her scarf.

“Go?” I echoed back to her.

“Yes, go. As in leave this location.” She said as she propped the door open with the door stop as she wrapped the scarf around her neck. “Preferable before the police arrive. I just tripped the alarm. It’s outdated but still works apparently.” She turned on her heels and walked back out of the kitchen. I took one last look at the blond girl before I fallowed her, heading straight for my booth.

I grabbed my jacket and turned to the table so see everything on it was gone. The entire table was empty of everything I had touched while I was here. Coffee mug, plate, napkin dispenser, and even the sat the pepper shaker I rearranged to keep my hands busy while waiting for my burger. All of it was missing.

“Relax, this isn’t my first time.” The brunette said from the door. I turned to see her holding up a black trash bag. She gave it a small shake and I heard the distinct rattle of dishes. I gave one more look at the booth before I pulled my coat on and quickly walked out the door she was holding open. As I passed I saw she was using her scarf as a barrier between her hand and the door handle.

I ran to my car, careful not to slip on the snow that had built up while I was inside. I whipped my keys out of my pocket and got the right key in the door on the first try. I ripped open the door, jumped in and started the car. I paused reaching for the gear shift when the passenger door opened. The brunette girl calmly slid in and dropped her garbage bag on the floor at her feet.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“You don’t expect me to walk in this weather?” she shot back with a hint of disbelief. We stared each other down again. This time I didn’t let it last more than a moment before I turned away and backed out of the parking spot. I stopped when I realized I forgot my headlights. I turned them on and watched the light fall on the only other car in the lot, the car with the stuffed animals in the window that no longer had an owner.

I put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot. I didn’t have a destination in mind. I just wanted to put as much space as I could between myself and what was now a crime scene.

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Synopsis: A meteor crashes down in a desert near a state college. Two college professors decide to check it out for kicks-and-giggles but Agent Molder nearly jizzes in his pants when he finds single cell organisms living in the meteor. His load is officially blown when he finds out that they evolved millions of years in only an hour. When they go back for more samples they find that the government has taken over the sight. Naturally that’s when shit hits the fan as the government starts fucking shit up.
Review: This is one of the funnest movies I’ve seen that doesn’t lean too much on sexual humor to carry it through. It has a good plot, great acting, and a script that has lines you can see real people saying. I highly recommend this to one who needs a good laugh.

Synopsis: A meteor crashes down in a desert near a state college. Two college professors decide to check it out for kicks-and-giggles but Agent Molder nearly jizzes in his pants when he finds single cell organisms living in the meteor. His load is officially blown when he finds out that they evolved millions of years in only an hour. When they go back for more samples they find that the government has taken over the sight. Naturally that’s when shit hits the fan as the government starts fucking shit up.

Review: This is one of the funnest movies I’ve seen that doesn’t lean too much on sexual humor to carry it through. It has a good plot, great acting, and a script that has lines you can see real people saying. I highly recommend this to one who needs a good laugh.


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Aug 12, 2014
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Now that the year is up I’m going to start posting a story I’ve been working on on here one chapter a month. Between posting, mostly for my own amusement, I’ll be posting reviews of movies. The reviews will start today and will appear when ever I find time while the story will start Wednesday with chapter one.

I hope you all enjoy.


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Aug 4, 2014
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365. What were the highs and lows of this year?

I have no idea.

I haven’t really done anything with my year to have highs or lows. Plus I don’t have that great of a memory so I wouldn’t really remember them anyways. I also have a horrible sense of time so I have no idea if what comes to mind happened this year or two years ago. Sorry.

I am excited that I finished my challenge for the first time ever. I only missed one day (not including the post that didn’t get posted because of a tumblr glitch) but that’s a lot better than I’ve done in the past.


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Aug 3, 2014
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364. What has changed in the last year?

Not much.

I’m unemployed, again. My mom and sister have jobs now so I get the whole house to myself, again. I still haven’t been working on my novel enough. I’ve gotten a new hobby. I’ve started working out.

Nothing has changed enough this year to be noticeable to me.


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Aug 2, 2014
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363. What would pop* into someone’s head when they hear your name?

The phrase “She was the really quite twin, right?”

Or “That’s “so-and-so’s” sister.” Sometimes so-and-so is my sister an other times it would be my brother.

*When I read this question when first woke up this morning I miss read this word as poop and spent the rest of the morning trying to figure out what animal would be summoned by my name to poop into someone’s head before realizing that the question made no sense an reread it. I decided on a rabbit by the way.


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Aug 1, 2014
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362. How do you think people see you?

Small
Weak
Helpless
Lonely
Funny
Weird
Smart
Creative