The twins woke early. It had been a dark, stormy night - even some of the big ones were scared. They sat up and stretched in unison before clambering out of their smooth wooden high-walled bed. They had previously found a way to push down the bars, making the jump on the other side much less challenging and not so hard on the derriere. They took the stairs one at a time, clinging on to the handrails on either side. The twins entered the living room, fumbling around in the dark for the matches to light the torches they had fashioned out of thick wood and coal. Once this was done, they crawled into the feuer place and entered the security key. They sped down in the stone elevator, towards HQ. They were the MI7’s latest recruits – very useful for surveillance. They were genetically engineered Young Ones and could understand and speak full English, but were instructed to only speak properly when reporting back to base – they were strictly forbidden from revealing their verbal abilities to the Big Ones. Their physical abilities were not as good though. Granted, they were ten times better than the average young one, but nothing compared to the abilities of the average GEYO (Genetically-Engineered-Young-One). That training was their Weiter assignment…
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The twins woke early. It had been a dark stormy night – they would have been scared out of their wits but they were Big Ones. They had both had the same dream that night; a strange one. They had been Young Ones again (or in other word, babies)…
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The twins woke early. It had been a dark stormy night – they would have been scared out of their wits but they were Big Ones. They had both had the same dream that night; a strange one. They had been Young Ones again (or in other word, babies)…
Again I own absolutely nothing, and I do hope Du smile laugh and get inspired because those are just wonderful feelings and it's the purpose of all of this.
Enjoy!
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store Weiter door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say schaf, schafe Vampire Rock on them. Yeah, I Liebe the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with schaf, schafe that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into schaf, schafe Vampire that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coca-Cola left from an Jahr Vor shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or Du shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?