Guy Fieri's Narrative Fiction

The body was found by men collecting peat to use as coal for fuel. The men were cutting only a metre below the ground when they unearthed the body.

He approached the door and looked inside. A single dim light illuminated a long passageway.

SLOWLY DESPARATLY SLOWLY THE REMAINS OF PASSAGE DEBRIS THAT ENCUMBERED THE LOWER PART OF THE DOORWAY WAS REMOVED WITH TREMBLING HANDS I MADE A TINY BREACH IN THE UPPER LEFT HAND CORNER AND THEN WIDENING THE HOLE A LITTLE I INSERTED THE CANDLE AND PEERED IN THE HOT AIR ESCAPING FROM THE CHAMBER CAUSED THE FLAME TO FLICKER BUT PRESENTLY DETAILS OF THE ROOM WITHIN EMERGED FROM THE MIST X CAN YOU SEE ANYTHING Q ?

Miguel told Boyle with pride, that he cooked a turkey. Boyle said “Wow, you did? Well, how did you prepared it?” Miguel told Boyle that he had done it the “Ghetto-style.” A few days after the phone call, Boyle gave Miguel a ride home after work. Boyle asked Miguel, “Can I ask you a question? How do you do it? I mean,

“The rifle cracked, Tim Johnson leaped, flopped over, and crumpled on the sidewalk in a brown and white heap. He didn't know what had

came across a set of stairs. The hallway was small and dark, but the light from the

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

The police were in his house searching for anything out of the ordinary. They didn't find anything but Mr. Smith was still afraid of a stench that the corpse might produce. ”First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs” (59).

“Still, you have to put his body in one bag and give it a number and then you have to put his arm in another bag with a different number.” He looks at our faces. “Don’t assume anything. They’ll figure it out back at home. They’ll test for DNA and all that jazz.”… “Let me tell you something- you don’t want to be the one who makes some poor family bury their soldier with someone else’s body part. Roger that?”

Exiting the room, he made his way down the short hallway to the kitchen. Cool air met his

“There’s been a mass murder at the Lincoln Memorial. His picture was taken about 3 hours before it happened, there seems to be something in his pocket that could’ve activated the bomb.

Dirt cascaded down from the walls, and as the tremors increased in length and strength, the hallway grew darker around me. This

But, from the head of the stairs, a glaring ray of sunshine slid through. A worn, black door stood ajar, making room for the blazing warmth to intrude.

On the 1300 block of Maple Valley Dr at the University of Texas, at 7:30 in the evening, we arrived at a scene of what seemed to be a very gruesome murder. The body was so mangled that it was unidentifiable. We found several items along with the victim, including a wallet, a necklace, and a pack of gum that ultimately helped us unravel the case.Here’s what we believed happened.

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in