POM yaoi

Author's Note: This has nothing to do with natal at all. Just finished it and decided to post it. Enjoy!

Lobsters were running into each other and spilling whatever they were holding onto the ground. My ears were ringing, because somebody had set off an explosion fifteen feet away from me. Fog seemed to cover my eyes, making it hard to see two feet in front of me.

I heard voices –penguin voices near me. My throat was dry, and I could only manage a little mais than a croak. “What are you doing here?” I yelled the best I could.

One of the penguins –a flat-headed one- turned and stared...

    Lorrie checked herself in the mirror. She didn’t have anything dressy to wear, so she just went with a light fleece camisa and jeans. She had no makeup or jewelry because she feared that if she brought around such items, she’d only end up losing them. After fixing her hair back, she turned to Kowalski, who was in his cage watching her.

    “How do I look?” she asked, as if Kowalski could give her an audible answer. Though she was answered with an incomprehensible chirp, she said, “Why, thank you. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Wish me...

> Turban... Gun... Dessert... for the first time, you must see 'Terrorist image' in your head. But no, It's Turkey Fidelis's order, who wore a bandana of Crescent moon... Turkey's Fidelis, the vast nations that already to launch a wave of conquest through the Africa, middle east and Persia... and are about to conquest whole Asia. But we were went here not to see any bloodshed or conquest, but to find the answer for the biggest perguntas in the 2nd Fidelis head. How his father lost his faith here, Why his father lost his faith, What's the relations between all the clue... everything getting...

    Lorrie Trace was a confident woman with skin the color of creamy leite chocolate. Her kind eyes saw the world in a perspective that most didn’t. She always tried to see the good in everyone and everything. Some might say she has a coração of gold. She attended Harvard universidade and received a doctorate in science and physics. Ever since, she’s been traveling the world, wanting to know mais about it and its wonders.

    As always, it was a freezing, below zero dia in Antarctica. Lorrie was wearing a heavy black casaco with a sweater underneath, thermal,...

Here some fanfictions who I have in planning:

1. Dorski Fanfiction
Already finished. But my Sister will translated it in english.
It contains even my theory for ,,Kowalski must never know'

2. Hoboken Oneshots
Contains sometimes Hanson. And also SavioxClemson. But mais Hanson.
Beginning at when Clemson arrived Hoboken.

3. Another Dorski Fanfiction
At the moment, no ideas

4. Skippers death
Feelings of Kowalski, Rico and Private.
For the three a hard time.

5. Kowalskis, Ricos and Privates death
For Skipper a hard time and at the end he get new members from the HQ.
(I mean... it was also with Manfredi and...

Chapter 4: A new friend

The seguinte day, Kowalski and Rico dropped Private and surprisingly Phoebe at the wicked private school. The two team members left before Madame La Croche came. "Come here!"she ordered angrily as she pinned their flippers hard. Then, she grabbed them in. Inside was like an old castle. There must be like forty orphans in. "Get to work!"La Croche demanded. She pinned and grabbed Private. "Private!"Phoebe exclaimed in terror. "Honey Bunch!"Private exclaimed. "Wait, give me a state headcount. Did he just say Honey Bunch just now?"she asked to the other girls. "Yes. And I'm guessin'...

The three of them were forced to walk with burlap sacks over their heads. They were constantly tripping over their feet. They were led into some sort of building, at their guess, abandoned. They were sat down and a rope was wrapped around them, tying them together.

"Where's the fourth? And Eve?"

"I don't know sir. Skipper was on the other side of the park. We sent Eve over to deal with him since she's are best fighter. We haven't seen her since." The Boss sighed and looked over to his colleague. "Didn't you say that he was the one we needed?" His colleague nodded. "Yes, he's the only one that's...

Me: Hello, Skipper. I’m Livi and I will be interviewing you today.

Skipper: How do you know my name? It is topo, início secret and classified! Are you spying on me?

Me: Yes, I’m spying on you. In fact everyone is.

Skipper: Chimey changa! Do I have my own T.V. show or something?

Me: Yes, you do. Why don’t we start the interview questions.

Skipper: Okay…

Me: First question, how old are you?

Skipper: Young enough to do this! *kicks me in the face*

Me: Ow! That hurt!

Skipper: It’s suppose to.

Me: Is my nose bleeding or-

Skipper: seguinte question.

Me: Okay, um, everybody wants to know, who are Manfridi and Johnson?...