Surviving my Scholarship

Purpose

              I know... I know..... it has been forever... where have I been??? What has taken so long??? I will admit it... Violet has been extremely difficult to write with. 

           Violet grumbles from afar... you are difficult to write with..... where is my agent... I want my frickin latte..... 

                Sadly I have been trying to hurdle the writer's block that was facing me..... so hopefully Violet won't be so difficult to write in the future and perhaps they can actually get over their own secret agendas and I don't know meet back up?

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     Grog is hopeless. I sigh out in frustration as I get nowhere with the little furry thing refusing to think of anything but Phoenix. After running my fingers through my disoriented hair for the millionth time, I click my Comm closed before heading out of the room and towards the kitchen. The least I could do was get something to fill the emptiness in my stomach.

Following my nose, I turn towards the hallway with the other "tenants." I quicken my step when the first door slides open and the woman from earlier steps out in what looks like a sheet. I try not to look too closely while my body is already exciting with the prospect of such a voluptuous woman standing with nothing on so close to my bed.

"Avachiti," she wisps out before turning and gliding down the hallway.

"Avakiti," I butcher as I watch her close the door to the latrine. The creepy whisper of giggles makes my blood run cold and chills to run down my spine. I'm not familiar with her kind or her language. It isn't surprising with all the various species out there, but that isn't stopping me from the prospect of exploring every inch of her in my bedroom.

I turn the corner with less grace than before thinking of how I would ravish such a delicate creature and crash into an open door. My poor nose! An actual red chipping metal door inside a spaceship! The door creaks shut with my face force and a squeaky voice inside curses out before heading towards the doorway. I hear a weak bang and some more interesting language before I lean forward and examine the thing. How do you open it?

There is a small crank and I twist it only to have the cursing on the other side cease and I smirk at my accomplishment. That was relatively easy. The door groans as the person behind it starts to open and I shift back just missing the corner of the door as it flies past me. The hollow bang of it hitting the wall echoes down the hallway.

A small screech cries from the latrine and then silence. I glance over as if able to see through the wall before a clearing of a throat brings me back to the doorway.

"Ahhhhh," I yell out very manly like as I step back into a defensive stance. There standing in the doorway is what looks like a Troll doll from Earth. His hair makes up more than half of the door and his nose takes up what's left. It stands there tool in hand glaring at me from behind big thick glasses that rubber band to the back of his head. I take a deep breath calming myself before bowing down in the universal sign of apology hands cupped slightly in the front of me. Immense pain follows my little exhibition. The Troll hits me in the side of my thigh. It is the only thing he can reach with his height. He points his tool at me accusingly.

"Meatball," he spats in a higher pitch voice than expected. "You intended to entrap me in my own room?! What foolishness is this?"

"What," I rub my thigh trying to alleviate the pain. "I meant no harm, I ran into the door and it closed on me."