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Old friends new adventures chapter 9When Dib woke up the next morning Zim and Amber were still gone. Gem was still sprawled out on the couch. He looked at May next to him. The two had fell asleep together, curled up on the floor.
May stirred a bit before waking up. After murmmering something, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Dib. "Oh, hi." she giggled softly as she rubbed her eyes.
Dib smiled. "Did I wake ya?" he asked, sitting up. Mason was floating around aimlessly, humming something softly.
May smiled. "Nah..." she looked up at Mason. "Hi, Mason. Whatcha doin'?"
Mason looked over. "humming thomething my momma would thing to me thometimes."
"Aww..." sighed May. "How sweet." she smiled.
Mason smiled. "I really mith her..."
May frowned. "I'm sure you do..." she said sympathetacly.
Dib frowned, turning when the door opened. Zim scooted in, shutting the door quietly behind him. "Is Zim interrupting something?" he asked timidly. It was weird to see Zim so...mellow...but Dib shook his head. "No, you're good."
Old friends new adventures chapter 8The group got the Irken restrained within minutes. Soon after the Irken came to. "You can't easily knock out an Irken so-" she fell off the couch when she squirmed around. Robot arms came down from the ceiling and threw her back on the couch. Amber held her frying pan, while Zim hid behind her. "Answer these questions truthfully and I won't use this!" Amber threatened. "Now, why are you here?" The Irken glared. "She looks like Tak..." Zim whispered. "What? No! Tak doesn't have antenna like that!" Dib whispered back. Amber rolled her eyes. The Irken glared at Dib and Amber, intimidated by their tallness. Finally she snapped. "I'm here because you broke a very important criminal out! My name is Gem and I'm ordered to bring Zim, and you all, back to Irk as prisoners!" Zim poked his head out from behind Amber's leg. "Why would you want to go back? You're defective too. The tallests would just lock you back up." Gem's antenna drooped. "I was hoping if I complete this task...they would allow
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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