Tales of Terror: Who WANTS to Live Forever? by SaintHeartwing, literature
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Tales of Terror: Who WANTS to Live Forever?
“You were alive during the great plague of 2020, weren’t you?” “...yes. Yes, I was.” Skoodge was in the middle of scrubbing down the beds, the big, fat Irken looking slightly over his shoulder before he returned to his work. Like all Irkens, Skoodge had green, slightly scaly skin, black antannae, a sort of insectoid body. He kept his clawed hands in black gloves and he wore a maroon-ish shirt with pink sleeves and shoulder clothes to match, with black boots. But ZIM… Zim was lucky, lucky, lucky. Thanks to his amazing work with the Infinite Energy Absorption Blob, he’d been able to get a comfy job as an Elite. He had the finest armor, shiny and bright, purple in color and gleaming in the light of the room. When he put his sadistically clever mind to it, Zim could be brilliant…but he’d been coasting on his success for over two decades now. HE’D been off-planet, not on Irk during the great plague that had devastated so much of the world. And he’d almost sounded…sad about not
Tales of Terror: The Realistic Haunted House by SaintHeartwing, literature
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Tales of Terror: The Realistic Haunted House
“You always say this stuff will be scary but it never is.” Gaz shook her head back and forth. The purple-haired, amber/gold-eyed young girl grunted as she looked at the “haunted house” on display. It looked unsettling enough…empty, decayed, rotting left and right. Chunks of it were slightly hanging off the three-story home, windows were cracked, and it seemed to breathe as the wind wafted through the air. She was standing alongside Dib, her brother, who’s black, scythe-like hair was swept back from the wind as Halloween’s moon bathed down over them. It was a unique night…the moon was a big, fat HARVEST moon, bright and beautiful, illuminating the two as they walked towards the front door. They couldn’t help but notice a great deal of skeletons had been used for decoration, held up in creepy poses, either rising from their graves in the front yard, a few by the front door, deliberately holding it open, and a couple were actually holding up signs that read “DON’T GO IN THERE”. It
The 12 Horrors of Christmas: The Convention by SaintHeartwing, literature
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The 12 Horrors of Christmas: The Convention
It’s a powerfully windy late Autumn night that comes upon them all, each of them arriving from the four corners of the world. It cuts like a knife, sharp and searing and cold, and they arrived, scurrying and skittering into the hotel, from a thousand places and from nowhere at all. Some have t-shirts. Some have suits. Some have rucksacks and briefcases others have nothing but little plastic bags in their pockets. Did the bitter fall wind bring them here? Perhaps. Perhaps. They greet each other after eyeing one another warily, striking up…cautious conversations. Some are already quite well acquainted, in fact. They form instant bonds, making their way to the lobby to check into the hotel, or they’re waiting for the restaurant to open. “I’ve been travelling for…what? Five days? The journey was a real killer, I can tell you that.” “I HATE these little hick town. Ugh. Wouldn’t be caught dead here, if not for the convention.” “I could murder for a good steak right now, y’know what I
Twelve Horrors of Christmas: Gaz in the Forest by SaintHeartwing, literature
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Twelve Horrors of Christmas: Gaz in the Forest
Day One. So…um…hi. This is Gaz. I’m making this audio log for all of you. Skoodge says it’s a good idea. I’ve been out here in the woods, looking for a crashed meteorite. Skoodge has been really, really nice about coming out with me. I mean, he didn’t have to. I know that Zim’s always making him go out on chores and stuff. He must get run ragged. The meteorite’s supposed to have this really special mineral. But I really wanna get it because it’ll be a great present for Dad. Yeah, yeah, I know. People don’t expect me to have a softer side but…this is the anniversary of Dad and my mom, Peg’s, marriage. He gets real down around this time. And sometimes I’ll find the music box my mom had lying around the house. I know Dib’s been listening to it. I KNOW Dad’s been listening to it. And I also know that whenever they open it up, they keep listening to the thing on repeat, and they don’t stop until their eyes can’t produce tears anymore. It takes a lot for me to resist opening the
12 Horrors of Christmas: The Castle by SaintHeartwing, literature
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12 Horrors of Christmas: The Castle
It had been the second week of Dib and Gaz's trip up in Europe, a month-long Christmas excursion with their father, Professor Matthew Membrane, all in the name of expanding their minds! And they'd happened to meet a delightfully charming sort from Nebraska who was also visiting Europe and had joined them on their tour of the many beautiful castles…one Mr. Elias Brumley, a green-sweater-wearing man who was a HUGE fan of castle-hopping. "It's my third time here!" He said cheerily to Dib as he shook their hands, all of them relaxing in the carriage that was driving them off to their new destination as a lovely zephyr blew through the air. The CLICK-CLOK-CLIK-CLOK of horses hooves echoed through the air as Mr. Brumley explained how much he adored visiting Europe's many castles, and how this time, he'd get to see a brand new one. A new experience to share with them! Gaz at first didn't like him. She did, however, find his accent funny. She kept secretly making Midwestern American jokes
Invader Zim: The Pod People Invasion by SaintHeartwing, literature
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Invader Zim: The Pod People Invasion
"So…tell me again WHY my poor son is here?"
Professor Membrane was rather astounded that his son had been unceremoniously tossed into a straight jacket, gagged, and put in the school counselor's room. The black, scythe-haired scientist looked furious, despite nobody being able to see his eyes behind those large goggles he wore, and the fact his big white labcoat covered up his lower mouth. But his black-gloved fingers were clenching tightly onto his arm, his body practically vibrating with fury and rage as he glowered at the police who were in the whitish/grey room with him, the office of the school counselor, Mr. Thildari. The blind ma
Tales of Terror: Dib and the Blair Witch by SaintHeartwing, literature
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Tales of Terror: Dib and the Blair Witch
The forest is an encompassing abyss. It stretches out for miles and miles, and the further in you go, the less you hear and the less you see besides the dark recesses around you. Eventually, no birds will chirp. No squirrels will call out. There will be no rustling of leaves of small creatures hiding from your gallumphing feet. There is nothing but you.
Until you hear the tree branch snap and now you're not alone.
That was the story I had heard over and over again. There was...something...out in the expanse. Living out in the dark depths of the woods. And I was determined to find it.
The skies were a quilt of dark grey, little sunlight pok
The Karma Circle: Gaz and the Ghost by SaintHeartwing, literature
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The Karma Circle: Gaz and the Ghost
Iggins had took off running for his life to the "Battery Tower" building, the one place he knew he'd be able to get batteries. It was over fifty stories high and had battery-shaped elevators on all sides. Running inside, he headed into the futuristic-looking building and up to a clerk, who was sitting behind a booth shaped like…you guessed it…a battery. She was a dark-haired, pink-sunglasses wearing woman who looked quite bored.
"WHERE ARE THE BATTERIES?!" Iggins begged. "DOUBLE A?!"
"Batteries? 50th floor." She said, jabbing her thumb at an elevator.
Iggins ran into the battery-shaped elevator and struck the button for the fiftie
The Karma Circle: Chances on Top of Chances by SaintHeartwing, literature
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The Karma Circle: Chances on Top of Chances
The purple-haired girl grunted, rolling her eyes and glancing away from the other patients in the hospital wing, looking around at the pastel-colored walls, the overly pristine floors, the ugly flowery patient curtains around her bed as she grunted a bit. Gazlene Membrane was, regrettably, sick with a VERY awful stomach bug, and her father had rushed her to the hospital in a surprising bit of overreactive overprotectiveness. Dib suspected it was a result of her eating so much at Bloaty's.
"These cheese 'round the clock is gettin' ya blocked." He'd reasoned. She'd whacked him over the head with her pillow again and again, making him quickly ex