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Why Did You Eat the Chocolate?

Why did you eat the chocolate That had a label saying “Do Not Eat?!” It wasn’t filled with jam or caramel But magic mongoose meat! I know the chocolate’s sweet taste Sent you over the moon, But that chocolate is only safe For fairies and gnomes to consume. Do you have any idea What magic mongoose meat can do? Of course you don’t, silly head So I’ll go ahead and tell you. Within the next few minutes You’ll be feeling pretty happy But then you’ll be angry And suddenly you’ll feel sappy. Once the mood swings are over Your skin will turn blue Like that girl in Willy Wonka Only yours will be a darker hue! Then you’ll sprout wings And you’ll be able to fly But if you fly for over a minute You’ll fall from the air and die! If you live, you’ll start to smell Like the sweetest vanilla perfume Only to later smell like hot garbage Which will attract loads of raccoons! Once the stench dissipates You’ll sing so well, many will swoon But soon you’ll get a sore throat That makes you sound like a babo...
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A Dark Secret

Zack didn’t want to go out on a freezing snowy night like this, but the note he received that morning was clear: “Give me $2000, or your darkest secret will be revealed. Meet me at Sallow Bridge, at 11:00 pm. Alone.”

He shivered. Who was this person? How did they know about his secret?

When he made it to the bridge, he waited, looking down at the black icy river below. 

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

He turned around. A figure came walking towards him from the darkness.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

A tall man in a black cloak wearing a grey scarf around his face walked up to him. He had pale skin, and black hair sticking out of his brown winter cap. The rest of his features Zack couldn’t make out, especially not with it being so dark out and the lamppost being so dim. 

“Do you have the money?” the man asked.

“Yes, but who are you?”

“You remember me, don’t you John?” he asked snarkily. 

“My name’s Zack. Now, how did you get my draft?”

The man stared at him blankly. “...What?”

“My draft. The one about a knight who time travels through space and time with the help of a banana. That’s what you’re blackmailing me with, right? How did you get it? I thought I lost it.”

“Don’t play stupid, John. You know I’ve managed to find out about your phony dollar bills.”

Zack became irritated. “My name is Zack. Zack Callaway. And I don’t make stupid counterfeit bills. Am I being pranked?”

The man leaned in closer to him, then jumped back. “You’re not John!”

“I know. I just said so.”

“But that can’t be! I left the note at his address.”

“Wait, are you talking about John Ross?”

“Yes!”

“He moved three weeks ago. I just moved in.”

“Dang it!” 

Zack’s face became hot. “You dragged me out here into this blasted weather for nothing?!”

The man lowered his head in embarrassment. “Sorry,” he muttered. He turned tail and ran off, crunching through the snow as he went.

“I’m calling the cops!” Zack shouted. 

But there was no response. There was only the howling of the wind as the snowflakes danced down to the earth.

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