The VW minibus barreled along the highway north of Flagstaff, Arizona, just east of the Grand Canyon. They had been on the road for about 4 hours and the hungry, thirsty passengers were starting to squabble. Charlie, the driver, shouted out when he caught sight of a sign for a pit stop near the Hopi Indian reservation along route 160. The weary passengers eagerly agreed to the stop. “Let’s be quick though, guys,” said Charlie. “We need to hit the road again as soon as possible.” He pulled into the parking lot of the small truck stop with a squeal of brakes. The three passengers got out into the scorching July sun and hurried toward the entrance of the small cafĂ©. “What the hell’s a Navajo taco?” giggled Janie. “I don’t know and I don’t care,” replied Charlie. “I’m fucking starving!”
First rule of Horrorthon is: watch horror movies. Second rule of Horrorthon is: write about it. Warn us. Tempt us. The one who watches the most movies in 31 days wins. There is no prize.
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And they were all shot with arrows and were totally dead.
The End.
I'm not mocking you because nobody's written anything... but I honestly don't have time to write anything else.
Deadline extension? Maybe this should be a two-week thing?
I'm for the deadline extension as well. No time this week at all.
teehee. mock away, hossmartin.
i'm happy to extend deadline- what works for y'all? this friday, midnight your time, or next monday, midnight your time?
Friday would be good for me!
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