He would've done the job Wednesday night. Had it not been for the smells. He suddenly craved a provolone, arugula pizza. That was his favorite. Marc had ordered it the one night they had stayed at a big city. They had been passing by Kansas City. Marc said, let's go...

"What's wrong with you, man?" Aaron muffled. Globs of pizza barely fitting in his mouth. "It's like you're moody... or some shit?"

"Nothing."

"I mean. I guess you were always kind of moody. So this isn't new. But fuck. This is some next level shit. Look at me. I just got fired....

Jared was by nature a nervous guy. He triple checked that the door was locked at night, and when he left during the day he made sure the oven was off. Even though he barely used the oven, the microwave he used frequently nuking  pizza and other derivatives daily. After...

He found  Georgio's on the way to where he thought Max's was. He didn't want to get pulled over by the cops. So drove into the parking lot. He could hit the diner for breakfast the following day.

Right now he needed some meat, cheese, and bread to soak up the...

His days moved slow since the explosion. Still avoided the desert. He avoided running into people he knew. Avoided getting to know someone too well. Being a ghost had been his preference. A fact unobvious to him until he fell into enjoying someone's company.

He caught himself waiting by the...

As a child Peter preferred the pizza parlor. Pizza was his favorite food. He didn't even like eating the pasta at his dad's place until he was in middle school. When his family went there for dinner he'd always order the stromboli. It was the closest thing to pizza. When...

Peter's grandfather was an entrepreneur. More specifically he sold pizza . Peter was named after his grandpa. They called him the Peter Pizza. The business' name was Pizza City. It sold Chicago and New York styled pizza available in the middle of nowhere. If you lived in that small town...

The forest rustled as the sun set. This was when you were screwed if you weren't already almost back. People living  modern lives never knew this. On the odd  camping trip they might feel it. Mother  nature 's signal that night is upon you. But such lessons were easily forgotten...

My mom used to take me  downtown every  Saturday , a forty minute drive, so that I could volunteer with her at a  soup kitchen . She told me it was good for building my character, but she also knew that my dad needed a break at least one day...