Literature
Champloon contest entry
At roughly 4 o'clock a.m. His phone rang. Moaning, Bryan pulled himself out of bed slowly. Why the heck is anyone calling at this time of night? He pondered as he reached for his cellphone. Sighing, he slid his furry finger across the screen, and held it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Bryan, listen, you know how you said you owed me one?" There was a note of stress in Kiyoshi's voice.
"Can it be called in some other time, dude?" He asked, pivoting to sit on the edge of his bed and flicking the light on.
"No, because if you don't come help me, there probably won't be another time for the next few years. Just, follow the GPS trace I send you, and bring