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Discovery by Azael17, literature
Literature
Discovery
It was so dark down here. Mori and his friends had found caves before; gleefully exploring the little crags in the earth that swallowed up the light. Wet and dark, full of strange insects and flying things. None had ever been as large or still as this. Now they clung to his robe like children as the walls of rock stretched high above, the flame of the single torch and candle barely illuminating the ceilings. Passages stretched on into the darkness, threatening to consume them all.
This expedition was the longest and most desperate. It had been many days since they arrived, or at least, they thought it had been. It was impossible to tell in t
VI: Conspiracy by Azael17, literature
Literature
VI: Conspiracy
So far, Zim had turned out the pockets of six pairs of jeans, and shaken out three socks and four shirts. He had nothing to show for it except for a gum wrapper and a dead mouse that had just fallen out of the shoe he was holding. Cringing with disgust, Zim nudged the mouse as far away from himself as he could with the boot it had fallen out of, thankful that it hadn't tumbled into his lap, then put the shoe off to the side with its mate and the pile of clothes he had folded next to him.
Crawling into the closet to drag out a cardboard box revealed dust, a marble, and a tiny plastic building block, which Zim found with his knee. Digging thro
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V: Umbrella by Azael17, literature
Literature
V: Umbrella
The street was, for lack of a better word, as normal as any other in the neighborhood. Well maintained sidewalks led past almost-manicured lawns of dead grass to houses whose owners could afford to keep the paint from peeling. Not for the first time, Zim noticed that Dib lived on the nicer side of town. The kind of place where people who had lots of money, but didn't care to flaunt it lived. The houses were modest and always clean. Neighborhood committees made sure everyone mowed their lawns and no one painted their front door purple. Pricey cars were kept in garages.
A distant flash of lightning dimly lit the clouds above, closely followed
IV: Rain by Azael17, literature
Literature
IV: Rain
Zim peered into his Cheese Doodle bag and found that it was empty. With a small noise of contempt, he flung it away and didn't watch as it drifted slowly to the floor, crinkling in protest.
Flashback over, he shifted in his chair, trying to work the stiffness out of his legs. After several minutes of listening to the buzz of a dying light and staring at the monitors without actually seeing what was on them, he flung the blankets away and dove for the file that was lying on the console in front of him.
He hesitated for a moment, staring, then tore open and glared at the contents as though his anger would change what was inside. What was insi