Mixmaster has once again thrown random species together and created yet another annoying hybrid. And now the residents have to solve it while keeping the compound a secret from a visiting friend of Rosalita's and their cousin. And they nearly lose a few of their own in the process. (written in my freshman year of high school 6 years ago, rewritten once, kinda sucks as first works often due, therefore /may/ be rewritten at some point in the future) *DISCLAIMER* I do not own or claim to own Tremors or its characters. No profit is made from this writing.

Where Perfection is Egypt, Larry has odd mornings, Rosalita has acquired the power of transportation, and Larry learns that Judaism is good for some confusions. In other words, I got bored while writing around Christmas one year. *DISCLAIMER* I make no claim to own Tremors and its characters. They are the property of S.S. Wilson and Universal Studios. No profit is made from this writing.

or The One Where Burt Really Does Shoot First and Ask Questions Later. Creatures are dangerous, but so is exhaustion. *DISCLAIMER* I make no claim to own Tremors and its characters. They are the property of S.S. Wilson and Universal Studios. No profit is made from this writing.

At least I wrote something, it's been awhile. *DISCLAIMER* I make no claim to own Tremors or its characters. They are the property of S.S. Wilson and Universal Studios. No profit is made from this writing.

The worms are dead, the con man's dead, the African adventure is over, and now it's time to go back home to his hide-a-way desert, his eccentric friends, and...the partner he left behind. Oh, and Travis is coming too! Surely that won't be a problem...right? *DISCLAIMER* I make no claim to own Tremors or its characters. They are the property of Universal Studios. No profit is made from this writing. *I have to make a cover an I dun wanna rn, so i'll do it later*