The Penguins of Madagascar ~ I Feel Pretty

    The buzzer sounded.

    Penguins of many ages sprinted mbele through the obstacle course. Their adrenaline coursed through their veins and they weaved around each other, most of them belly-sliding. Snow was flung into the air behind each of them as they raced to the end. Freezing cold air whipped past their faces and nipped at their cheeks. Finally, the course opened into a clearing and the penguins went into their designated sections.

    Most were out of breath and their heads thumped with each pound of their heart. Subject 61...

Hi! I saw that link had done this recently. And I was inspired to try it out. :P

Crossroads
This was an autobiography I was doing for Skipper. It's a WIP. (I'm not gonna say 'may never finnish'. But I'm thinking it.)
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Ignore the actual titles. The viungo are right, the titles of the chapters are not.

Will do zaidi to this in the future. :3

When I came to I didn't recognise where the deuce I was. It was dark and chilly. That was pretty much all I could make out. Then I heard voices. They grew louder and louder until I could almost make out what they were saying. There was a male and a female somewhere nearby. As I listened I caught things like, "'Just found him on the road', and 'Would'a bled to death had it not been for', and, 'By george I think he's coming around'. That's when I opened my eyes and found two humans dressed in blue staring down at me. I found it kinda awkward but I didn't dare move. The lady eyed me then remarked,...

I was halfway to New York, walking along the side of the highway in a rainstorm feeling like a drowned panya when suddenly someone grabbed me and threw me in a cage. "A penguin?" The bug-eyed creep of a human asked, "You belong in a zoo boy.." I struggled to get free but it was no use. After while I gave up on escaping the cage. We made a few stops, one of which the guy noticed my gituar. He took it from me and alisema it would sell for a good price. We travelled onward for two zaidi days before we reached the Central Park Zoo. He pried me out of the cage kwa my scruff and carried me into the zoo...

We sailed for days before we reached the shores of Mexico. Over those days I got aquainted with the crew. The 'Boss' was affectionately known as 'Whopper'. The jerk that I tried my best to avoid as much as possible was Earl Brick. Then there was Josie the strange loon. I think she was the thin little line keeping me from going crazy on that ship to Mexico. Speaking of which, when I stepped off that floating tub and fought off a rotten case of sealegs me and Josie decided to check out the marketplace. Of course I had to pillage and plunder the place a little just to get a kipper..ok a lot of...

The war called me to fight not long after I married Hanna. My one focus was on the war, and the war alone. I promised Hanna before my departure that I would write her every day. I did. For a while..
Then I started uandishi a letter a week..
..a letter every few weeks..
..then I forgot almost entirely about her..
The war got feircer and the battles got rougher. I'd Lost track of Hans in my whirl-pool of life. As far as I was concerned he was a thing of the past. I was above my past for all I knew, and I wasn't looking back. Then one siku I recieved a letter from Hanna stating that she was carrying...

I saw Hans zaidi and zaidi after that. Eventually we became Marafiki and were doing the typical things teenage boys do when they hang out. ngumi, punch each other in the shoulder and come up with pranks. Some pranks we carried out, others remained on the drawing board in our minds. The one thing I never forgot though, was Hanna. She would, at times slip from my mind, but then my fast-paced life at the camp would mellow down when night fell and thoughts would keep me awake at night. Most of those thoughts were on Hanna, but sometimes my mind would wander through the woods behind our camp. My thoughts...

I suddenly realized what was happening. I couldn't follow Leeland home! I couldn't face home! I couldn't stand the thought of seeing my mother again. It wasn't because I hated her, I felt guilty, and I was running from that feeling.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Leeland turned around, confusion in his eyes. I panicked. What do I say? How do I get out of this one?
"Aren't wewe coming kid?" Leeland asked.
I took a step foreward, then hesitated, "I can't." I said. Best start from there to buy me some time to think up an explanation for the swali I knew was coming up. "Why not?" Leeland asked as...