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Ben 10: Undercover part 1 of 3
Ben 10 Omniverse: Undercover
Morning in Bellwood
The door from a bank exploded. From inside came out two aliens; one was somewhat human looking green alien, in elegant white fashionable suit with matching hat, like gangsters in old movies used to wore. He carried a strangle glowing orb, size of the basket ball. Second alien had a purple skin. He was really fat, but also three times bigger than his companion. Dumb look on his face leaved no doubt, who's in charge.
"Next time be more careful with explosives, Grunt" said a green alien admiring his orb "I don't want my new toy to have scratches."
Suddenly a green high-tech motorcycle blocked them a further way. It was Tenn-Speed, a vehicle belonging to Ben Tennyson.
"I'm in the good mood, so I'm giving you a choice." Ben prepared himself to transform "Do you prefer to be electrocuted, frozen or simply beat up?"
"Pff, I don't have time to deal with some simpleton. Grunt! Violence, please."
A giant alien charged a
S alliance part. 2
(This text is written like it was a chatroom)
one weak after the first chat
Florette: I hope he will connect fast, things are so messed up here
John: Florette? What are you doing like this aren't you back to normal?
Florette: no it take three day before the spell fail, did you notice what happening?
John: No sorry I was in my lab for the last week too much work
Florette: Ok I need to tell you that...
????: Oh Florette, why are you doing this? My last visit wasn't enough?
Florette: Crap!!! Sorry John need to go tell Ethan what happening!
John: wait Florette! What happening?
????: I'll be back in a sec, just showing Florette a little lesson to keep secret
John: hum... alright...
John: huh? Who are you?
Ethan: Frank friend... he told me to connect tonight... where is he?
John: oh he erm... I mean... yeah he is away
Ethan: ...he is in his disturbing succubus form, a
Pink Socks 1
The Pink Socks
Soccer. Running, punting, sliding, shouting, panting. Its the one true sport - my sport, bread and butter. God built me for it, lean and tall as a taunt cord. School fanned the flame with the seniors strutting around in their letter jackets and the athletic field trips all over Texas. Nothing else mattered when I imagined myself launching that split second goal through the finger tips of some shmuck, winning the game in a blaze of glory.
I went to a pretty small school in Danton, this rural satellite around Dallas where we didn't even have a varsity or a girl's soccer team. Of course I joined up anyways. Freshman year sure kicked my ego in the teeth! I went in flush from the tiny leagues thinking I would rule the school, and I soon learned that a good head-spike and some footwork don't a soccer hero make! We really got trashed in the league games, coming out third from the
Composition, a TG AR storySeptember 22, 2002
I sat on the park bench that day, hoping that meeting Jimmy in public would spare me my life. Not that the family hadn't pulled off broad daylight assassinations before, but it was something they preferred not to do.
Jimmy sat down on the bench a foot or two from me. He looked in the other direction like he was waiting for someone else, but the words he spoke were for me.
"Nice choice, Scotch." I wasn't Scottish, or Irish, but my reddish brown hair had gotten me the nickname. "You knew better than to run, and you knew to keep it public. That's a point in your favor."
"I'm being graded?"
Jimmy took out a cigarette, lit it, took a good solid pull on it and blew the smoke out away from me. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and looked down at the ground. "Yeah, kid. You did a lot of good things for the family. You brought us into this century with your computer skills."
That was an understatem
Metamorphosis (Chapter 1)
"Chase, it's time to get up!" I rolled over, not wanting to get out of bed. I was so comfortable…in fact, I had slept better tonight than I had slept in a long time. For so many nights now I had slept so uncomfortably…and I would only sleep for maybe 3 or 4 hours at a time. Part of the reason was because my bed was a bit too small for me. The twin size bed was fine when I was still 6 feet tall…but now I'm 6 feet and 5 inches and athletically built! My feet dangle off of the sides and I can never get comfortable. Then there are the nightmares and thoughts that fill my head. The thoughts of going to school…and the people that were there. It seems odd, right? I mean, why would someone like me be afraid of my peers at high school. The fact wasn't that I wasn't really afraid of them…they were afraid of me.
I'm not a bad person! I'm no bully! In fact, for the first part of freshman and sophomore year…I was beating down on the bullies
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