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Not What it Seemed
"Finally!" Ben shouted, "It's Halloween!"
Ben loved Halloween (and who doesn't?). It was the time of year where he would get to show off his amazing, almost exact, costumes of many different people and creatures that he's done. He was most known for his Van Helsing costume, which almost got the police involved because of the trench coat. Regardless, he has a knack for costumes.
This year, he was going to go a little more 'child friendly' with costumes. He's decided to base his costume off of a cartoon called 'Ben 10'. He realized the irony and such behind both of their names, but he's been watching the show recently and found it rather entertaining and awesome. So, he went to work on perfecting his costume. It didn't take much, though; it was a simple shirt and jeans with an iconic wrist watch that only fans would know. He had a week before Halloween, but the chances of finding a watch by this time are quite slim, but he's will
Ben 10: Undercover part 1 of 3
Ben 10 Omniverse: Undercover
Morning in Bellwood
The door from a bank exploded. From inside came out two aliens; one was somewhat human looking green alien, in elegant white fashionable suit with matching hat, like gangsters in old movies used to wore. He carried a strangle glowing orb, size of the basket ball. Second alien had a purple skin. He was really fat, but also three times bigger than his companion. Dumb look on his face leaved no doubt, who's in charge.
"Next time be more careful with explosives, Grunt" said a green alien admiring his orb "I don't want my new toy to have scratches."
Suddenly a green high-tech motorcycle blocked them a further way. It was Tenn-Speed, a vehicle belonging to Ben Tennyson.
"I'm in the good mood, so I'm giving you a choice." Ben prepared himself to transform "Do you prefer to be electrocuted, frozen or simply beat up?"
"Pff, I don't have time to deal with some simpleton. Grunt! Violence, please."
A giant alien charged a
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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