"Zeep doo zoop! I'm going down! ZEEP DOO ZOOP!"
CRASH!!
I wake up to see strange beings looking at me. Wait a second... oh no... this is bad, very bad! I'm looking into the faces of barbaric, alien eating... Hamoons! (Humans) And if there are Hamoons here then I must have crash landed on... on... Aoorth! (Earth)
"Gabba doopied! Leave me alone!" A tiny Hamoon is poking me, all the other Hamoons are laughing. There is a flash of light coming from one of the Hamoons hands. There is a strange, capsule like thing in its hand. I recognize it from a class I took in staying safe if you ever find yourself on Aoorth, it is a tarch! The most painful of all torture devices! It is said to make your eyes BLEED!! I am so caught up in my worry I barely notice a tiny Hamoon putting me back into my wrecked ship, the tiny Hamoon smiles before closing the door. I am shocked to find my ship is working again, the Hamoons must have fixed it, maybe they're not that bad. As my ship leaves Aoorth the Hamoons wave and smile. I mimick the gesture back to them.
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Short Stories
RandomBasically this is where I am going to publish a ton of my short stories :)
