You've walked past this sign for years. One day, it seems to be calling you inside -- and the adventure begins. Tell the story.


You've walked past this sign for years. One day, it seems to be calling you inside -- and the adventure begins. Tell the story.



I walked by that sign a bizzilion times,  The red neon glowing and sizzle - a perfect representation of the tasty noodles and sauce that I know are entrenched within that tiny restaurant nestled between the Hallmark store and the best used book store on this side of the Milky Way.  The place had a magnetism to it, an allure. It caught your eye and your interest, but the attraction was never strong enough to pull you inside,  I prefer Luigi's on Main but it was a bit pricey, the kids loved the atmosphere of Noodle Planet with its pedestrian fair and there's  the nagging voice of economy calling to just make it at home that way you can have it exactly the way you want it.  But that sign, the path of fate that took me to the brink but never across the threshold.  

On Tuesday, I was heading to the book store.  I was determined to find an old field guide.  My curiosity has been growing over that last few weeks to answer what types of rocks had I found on the beach during our last trip.  A shiny and smooth black egg was nestled into my pocket waiting to be revealed.  I figured one more stop, one more books couldn't  overwhelm my collection too much.  I struggled to find a parking space, it was a busy time in the hour between the end of the work day and the hour in which we all really just want to be home.  The day had been exhausting and I needed distraction, that is what led me to think I needed to solve the mystery of the black shiny rock.  My head hung low and I let out a deep sigh as I saw the "Closed" sign on the bookshop door. Really.  I sighed again,  I felt defeated, frustrated at my lost trip and started to head back to my car,  That is when I dropped my keys right in front of that glowing red sign sign, the sidewalk, the keys, the remnants of the last night's snow shimmered red from the glow cast by that sign.  I came to this place to satisfied curiosity, but was thwarted by the closed sign but curiosity demands attentions. I shrugged, stuffed my keys into pocket next to that rock that brought me here and pull open the door and allowed my curiosity to lead me into Spaghetti.




Spaghetti, I all the sudden had a craving for spaghetti. It's just awesome!


I pass by this spaghetti place every day it's perfect!! I can use the money I got from painting the mailbox.


I walk in,  It is a nice place. I get the biggest bowl of spaghetti. I take a bite. It is very weird.


I rush into the kitchen with my giant bowl of long pasta and chuck it straight at the chef. Boom!


One meatball was hanging out of his nostril. He was a large bald man, but with the angel hair on him, he looked actually like an angel.


“Sorry, it is just, just beautiful. I might cry.”


He looks like a knock-off version on Jeniffer Lopez.


I was kicked out immediately.


There's a lesson folks. Don’t be mean to big guys about looking like Jennifer Lopez.

goat meatballs

there once was a goat the goat was named fellow, fellow loved to leav his forest home and visit the bright bussy human town. here in the town fellow would visit the big sky scrappers and the city parks. one day when young fellow was walking down his favorite sidewalk he noticed a new restraunt had opened up, it was cald "pasta" in the restraunt he could smell delishess food and hot drinks, oh how the goat whanted to go in, but he'd tryed to go in shops befor and thay kicked him out, but he whent in anyway! it turns out it was a animal friendly shop! and they had goat meatballs(grass)and from that day foard sometimes if you go to that abandand town you can hear the silent "maas"of the goat named fellow.      


So there is this really weird store that i walk pass every day walking to school. It's called spaghetti.And it looks like theres no one in there its honestly really kind of one day i decided to walk in and something really weird happend. i fell through a hole right when i walked in.Kind of like "Alice and Wonderland" but instead in a spaghetti store.I walked out of the door after falling and ended up in a place filled with spaghetti. Weird... i know right.

Spaghetti confetti

I have been walking past this restraunt for years not once have I walked in. Every time I walk past this I never went inside except today I forgot my food to go to work and missed breakfast. So I had to go in and eat they're spaghetti and I hate spaghetti. I walk in the restrunat and I already hate it because all the other food is gone leaving me with only spaghetti and water. Once I get my table and order my food I realized that no one else was there it's usaly packed with people but for some reason not today. After a while of waiting for my food and not coming I get up and walk to the register no one was there in the kitchen, or by the register. I then realize that a window is broken and the lights had gone out. I then realize the broken window is the size of my body to fit. Main charcter


I walk by this sign everyday and it seems normal. But today, I have the sudden urge to follow it and see where it leads me to. After a while of thinking I decide to follow it and it points to a door covered in vines. I have to rip off all of them to get into it but eventually I'm able to open it up. But there is nothing on the other side, there's not even a ground to walk on. My mind keeps on telling me to jump, and I do... I wake up and see parmesan floating in the sky, as I look around, I see more parmesan floating in the sky. I look at the ground and it is covered in noodles. The trees are made from noodles and meatballs, and there is tomato sauce everywhere! I stand up and start down a pathway. In the distance, I see an outline of a building and as I get closer I realize the walls are made from noodles. When I get there I look up to see where the sun is and see a giant glowing meatball! All I see is noodles, meatballs and tomato sauce! Am i going crazy? I run to the building to see if the inside isn't made out of noodles and end up walking into a spaghetti factory. I see workers making spaghetti using spaghetti made tools. Is there anything besides spaghetti? Where do I leave this place? I walked through a door but didn't see one when I woke up. I need to get out of here. I run outside and here and alarm, a loud voice echoes through the sky saying, "acid parmesan is raining from the sky, get inside now!" I run back to the doors but they are locked! There is no other building in sight and there's only one pathway, and it's the one I came from. I find an umbrella next to the building and use it to cover myself from the acid parmesan. I start running back on the trail but the umbrella isn't holding up very well. The noodles are starting to rip apart. I get back to where I woke up and see a door on the hill. The umbrella has almost completely fallen apart and The parmesan is ripping the noodled floor apart! I only have the hill to run up now. As I start running up it, I step in a hole and trip over, the noodles are engulfing me, the more I try to escape, the more I get stuck, I take the uncooked noodles from the umbrella's pole and use it to cut the noodles so I can escape. I finally escape and get to the door and open it up. I fall back onto the ground. I made it out. I escaped the world of noodles.


Every day I pay no attention to what is supposed to be the strangest store in town,spaghetti. This store was named spaghetti,and as  I said before I never paid attention to this store.Every day I did the same routine, go to school past the strange restaraunt and back home past the strange restaurant. As I said this is the routine I did every day,but one day I didn't follow my routine. I walked to school past the restaurant but on the way home I didn't stick to my routine.I saw the spahgetti sign in the window and it was like it was pulling me in,I reckon I even stumbled.I went into the restaurant it was like no costumers had ever been there. It had the a musty feeling. As I was looking at more flaws I saw a bowl of spaghetti and knew I would never be the same...

Papyrus's Spagetti

As I smell the home-cooked pasta as I walked in the room the best thing I have smelled since I was a little kid. The waiter wearing a red scarf walked over to show me to my seat. funny how strange I met him before I remember because his name tag said 'Papyrus' this is the strangest day of my life "oh Isaugo long time no see!" he finally noticed it was me! "yeah Papyrus, and hows your brother doing?" he perked up and smiled at me "Sans is doing well thanks" I haven't had a conversaiton with anyone since last year so I kinda am awkward around a lot of people. And I realized Papyrus was rushing over to greet Sans. He saw me and jumped a little like you do during a jumpscare. I walk over to them "hey Sans!" I smile, he scratched the back of his head "y-yeah Isaugo" Papyrus, Sans and I sat down and has his homemade spaggeti.

                                                                                                          The End!

The Spaghetti Mystery

This was weird. I walked past the spaghetti shop I walked past every day with my friends down town, but I was by myself this time. When I was with my friends, we never went inside. I don't know why, because we all loved noodles. It was a bit run down, I guess. But not that bad. One day, I just walked inside. I don't know why I did, but I just did. It felt weird, for some reason, to walk into a spaghetti shop. But it also felt good. Really good. Like something heavy had just been lifted off of my shoulders. I went and sat down on one of the musty old tables. The waiter came around a few minutes later and told me that she loved the food here. She said it was so good, that that was why she started working here. I ordered the only thing they had on the 'menu', which was 'traditional spaghetti and meatballs'. It took literally a split second until they had it in front of me. Right when I was about to take a bite of the spaghetti, my phone buzzed. I looked down with the fork still in my hand, and read the text. It was from my mom, no suprise, and she was wondering where I was. I ate the bite of spaghetti I had on my fork. Right after I did, I wanted to come back here again. You might call it a spell, an old trick, whatever. But I know that it was not genuine, but meant to happen.