Disclaimer: I do not own The Maze Runner. I don't even own a hardback copy of the book. Or a paperback. I've never checked it out of the library. I've never seen it in a store. Or on a shelf. Or anywhere. Ever. Not once. LolexceptmyKindle :3 Anywombat, I think we are all in agreement that we have all fallen in love with the genius that is Newt. Sexy, sexy, Newt.
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Solar Twits
Maze Runner Trilogy Snippet One-Shot Thingy
By: Your face
Dedicated: To your face
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Newt hates loonies. Nut jobs. Psychopaths.
That's what all those WICKED people were. Cracker-jacks. Chicky chongas. Wallaballahs.
He had much time to ponder his devious thoughts as the Gladers trekked across the endless desert, wrapped up in bed sheets that hardly protected them from that solar twit up in the sky that was trying to melt their faces off with its intense and heated glare.
"Stupid sun," he muttered through cracked and dried lips, the words falling flat in the open space, dying on his parched tongue. "Stupid dirt. Stupid Cranks. Stupid bloody Minho and his stupid bloody leadership. Stupid Thomas and his stupid psycho girlfriend."
In essence, Newt had come to the conclusion that his life royally sucked. Of course, he had always thought that, but now, well, this was just pushing it. First he had been dumped in the Glade with a bunch of amnesiac morons, and by the time he had gotten things perfect and organized and somewhat normal, Thomas showed up and ruined everything with that crazy Theresa chick that pretty much blew the whole place up with all those Grievers. Those things were ugly as butt, smelled as nasty as butt, and the inside of them was probably equally butt-like in every manner, but nooooooooo, they had to fight the dang things with a bunch of shovels and sticks and when worse came to worse, their bare hands.
Still, based on recent experience, Newt decided he'd much sooner marry a stinkin' Griever than get his face eaten off by those raving Cranks. At least the Griever would've swallowed him in one bite, but he figured the cannibals couldn't fit his head in their mouths, so, yeah, he was doomed.
So now the question was, is the ground moving? Is that water? Am I dead?
"Shut up," he mumbled irritably, risking a quick and angry glare in the sun's direction. His eyeballs instantly felt like they had been fried, but he'd never be beaten that easily, "Shut up, ya giant floating ball of gas! You don't know me!"
"Who are you talking to?"
Newt looked sharply to his left to spot that squirmy new kid, Aris, giving him a weird look.
"None of your business, ya shank!" he snapped irritably. "So get out of my face!"
"Alright, alright, keep your pants on, ya shuck!"
"It's shank, ya stupid…shank!" Newt croaked irritably as Aris increased his speed to catch up with Thomas. "Get it right!"
"What's up with him?" he could just barely hear Thomas ask.
"Beats me! The guy's a total loon!"
"I'm not crazy!" Newt shouted. "I'm not crazy!" he repeated heatedly, before turning and shaking his fist at the sun. "JUST SHUT UP!"
Maybe he was a little crazy.
Maybe.
But he was still the hottest Glader there, so it didn't bother him all that much.
At least it didn't bother me. At all.
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