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Invader Zim: Double Trouble (Chapter 7)Warning this chapter is kinda awkward and messed up. . . lol anyone can read!
Annaley was steaming by the time it was midnight, "How dare she tie me to a chair! I was just trying to help that ungrateful!" She growled.
She was tied to a chair in Stormy's room; this is what happened when she crossed Stormy's very thin line. She sighed, knowing that screaming at nothing would do. . . Well nothing.
Annaley positioned her hands, and took her cell phone out, she texted Dib, "Need help, plz! In Stormy room, stuck need help!"
She leaned her head back, "Please be awake! Please be awake!" She preyed.
Then she heard her phone go off, it sang the 'Nyan Cat' theme song, "Thank the heavens!" She praised.
She looked down at her phone and smiled, it read, "Be there in a bit."
Annaley's smile grew, "At least I can trust someone."
Meanwhile in Zim's base.
Stormy sat on the purple sofa, Zim was in be
Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 7)Author's note: Hey people I love that yew guys are so into this!!! i am happy to announce that in this chapter there is a song! yay music!!! anyway here is the link, play while you read or read then play yay!!! This song is only for the first part of this chapter, when you reach the part about the moon, you can exit the song. . . here's the link: http://www.4shared.com/mp3/xFxrcxQA/04_Youre_Dead_Wrong.htm
In biology Gaz sat flustered, and completely unwilling to continue, when Zim sat beside of her.
"Gaz-beast, can I the almighty ZIM, sit next to you?" He asked.
Gaz looked at him and shrugged, "Whatever."
Zim smiled, but his mind was in other places. He was wondering why he loved being so close to her. He couldn't help but sit next to her, and he felt so happy when he did. Zim felt a sort of longing when she was not near him. He did not understand why, but he did not question it.
The teacher walked in, "Hello class, I am Mr.
Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 1)Zim sat on the purple sofa that sat in the living room. His head was against the back of the sofa, and his eyes were closed. He then began to hum a strange tune.
GIR, who sat beside of him, was laughing and carrying on about The Angry Monkey show, and the other usual things he carry's on about.
Suddenly the room was silent, other than the purr of the TV. GIR stopped his bickering, and turned to Zim. There was a deep frown on his face, which was unusual for the tiny robot.
Finally GIR spoke, "Mastah? Why are yew so sad?" He asked.
Zim opened his eyes, and sat up, "It's nothing GIR. Just continue watching that disgusting show, and leave me ZIM, at peace." He then closed his eyes and rested once more.
GIR knew that he was not telling the truth, but he also knew he did not want to bother his master while he seemed sad, so Gir returned to his watching of the TV.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the security alarm went of, "WARNING, INTRUDER ALERT! UNATHERIZED PERSONEL IN YARD!" It rang.
Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 2)GIR ran a riot in the living room; he was dancing and rolling on the floor, like a mad man. He was giggling devilishly to himself, and he even managed to make the computer laugh once or twice.
GIR then stood and silenced, because he heard his master yelling and screaming in the other room. It always made GIR sad to hear his master be like that.
GIR then ran to the front door, he was going to leave to go to one of his favorite clubs, but before he went out the door, something caught his eye.
The note that Zim, carelessly discarded, it was lying on the floor beside the trashcan. GIR smiled, and went over to pick up the note, because he was even curious to what the note said.
Gir then yelled, "I'ma gonna read this up!"
Then he picked up the note, and scurried to the sofa. He sat down excitedly, and laughed for reasons unknown.
He opened the note and started to read, his smile growing wider as the words progressed.
"Mastah needs to read this! It's so cute, aw Gazzy." He squirmed. He could
Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 8)WARNING: This has alot of violence! this is intended for Pg13 audiences and older! Can't say i didn't warn you!
Dib waited angrily outside of the hi-skool. He passed back and forth, waiting for his sister and for Zim.
Time ticked by, and he felt like crying. Why would Zim steal his only safe heaven? How would he? Why would he? Dib begged his brain for the answers that seemed so obvious.
Finally, it was three and the teens and young adults began to run out of the building.
Dib rang his knuckles, he meant business. Then to his dismay, he saw Zim, walking closely beside of Gaz. Gaz was actually smiling and laughing at something Zim had said. That was the final straw, Dib ran up to them.
"Hey Zim!" Dib yelled, making Zim look up. Suddenly pain went though Zim's squeedlyspooch and he knelt on the ground. Dib had just struck him
Zim stood and struck Dib in the face, knocking off his glasses. Dib growled, and went to hit Zim back, but Gaz grabbed his arm, "W
Invader Zim ZADR: Slave To My Tallest (Chapter 1)
Zim sat on the floor, like he had done for many days. Almost a month had went by, and yet he had never gotten over the new revelation.
So in his mild grief, he sat there unmoving.
He now refused the basic needs of life. He refused to eat, feeling that he should never endeavor in such a luxury. He refused to sleep, feeling that if he did, he would only be plagued by nightmares. He even refused to leave his base, for he felt he had no need to go on with his human lifestyle.
So there he sat, in almost a hibernation type trance.
Just then he heard the front door creak open, but he did not bother to see who it was. He immediately thought it was GIR, whom he had sent away, right after his depression began. He felt the luxury of having a companion, was to high for him.
He felt betrayed, felt like a fool. A fool who believed a disgusting defective like him, could ever be an Irken Elite.
How he longed for the feeling that he knew what to do, always. How he longed to call someone he trusted
Invader Zim ZADR: Chains and Bite Marks (Ch. 3)I awoke the next morning, body feeling numb from the previous night. . . I sat up slowly, to find myself on the floor where I had blanked out in blissful exhaustion.
I looked around, to find Zim a few feet away, laying on the floor, asleep. I figured his body must’ve blinked out to. . .
I crawled over to him, anger from the previous day completely gone. I examined him, in his dozing state, and what I observed made me sick to my stomach.
Zim’s wrists were badly bruised, most likely because of how recklessly I grabbed them, how tight I held them into place. He was shivering possibly because he had slept on the cold floor all night long. . .
I carefully lifted his head, careful to not wake him, and placed it on my lap. Why had I done that? I’m no better than him, actually compared, mine was worse. . .
I sighed, “Zim? Wake up. . .”
Zim’s eyes opened slowly, then he sat up, pain filled expression on his slender face, “D-Dib?” He seemed to have
Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 3)Zim sat on the floor; his purple bulbs of eyes looked sad and were down cased. It's been weeks since he had set a single foot in the transmissions room, and he could not believe the state he left it in.
The transmissions screen, in which he used to talk to the tallest on, was broken, and dirty with dust and some sort of mashed potatoes.
The floor was now covered in batter, flour, and other things GIR carried around with him. Zim stood, no longer too much in shock to walk around.
He placed his three fingered hand on the screen and a lone tear began to run down his cheek. He stayed like that for a moment before tearing away his hand. The memories in his mind assaulted him with guilt sadness and regret. He could not believe what he had gone though, for just a petty lie.
"Zim needs no one." He said to himself, "Zim will show them. ZIM will show them that he isn't inferior, isn't insane!" He screamed.
He then kicked a wall and sat back down on the ground, rocking back and forth s
100 THEME CHALLENGE 1. Seeking Solace (ZaDF-R)He's up to something The scythe-haired boy crept through the tangled mess of wires strung acrossed the ceiling of a certian malicious green boy's house. And I'm going to find out what that something is. He tightened his grip on one of the wires when he started climbing above the couch were the alien's android was sitting, playing with his stuffed octopus. But GIR seemed too indulged in his TV show to notice any intruders.
That's what Dib was telling himself as he crept along the cluttered ceiling atleast.
He let out a small yelp as one of the astray wires sparked a blue jolt of electricity and singed his skin. The robot below looked up at him with a smile on his face. "HI MARY!" he squealed in delight, waving his arm wildly, with as much force as to almost knocking himself off the couch. Dib blinked his wide eyes a couple times before realizing that Zim might've been close by. He pressed his finger to his lips, trying to hint to the robot. Surpringly enough it worked. GIR
ZaDr short story: Sunset(If you would like, please listen to this song as you read: http://www.youtube.com/user/okanokumo?v=ko3pohMZLl8 It helps set the peaceful atmosphere I was attempting to portray in the text.)
If the birds soaring though in the tangerine sky looked directly below them, they would find me resting on the edge of a cliff with my feet dangling off the edge. They'd sing my lover and I a melody which neither of us understand, but enjoy none the less. Waves crash below us, but I promised to keep him safe. Nothing bad would happen as long as we were together. The summer breeze kisses my face while the last remaining rays of sunlight reach out to me, casting a soothing, golden glow. "Promise you won't let it hurt me?" The person sitting next to me asks, peering down at the ocean below with fear written across is face. My partner is very different from I, yet in an oddly captivating and beautiful way. His erratic behavior always keeps me on my toes, but maybe that's what I like about us. Everyday
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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