ado hay all you peoples who care!! I am now in high school, and boy how it gives me so
many twisted ideas! I will in the end fix this and my other stories errors. What ever for
now. So flame me !!!!!!!
Its a Beautiful Day...
Dib sat in his desk and contemplated his life. For about a year now he had been
growing more and more twisted on the inside. He was gaining a hatred of all humankind.
It had started with the dreams. Then the childhood memories, he thought he had
suppressed. Then Zim's memories. Always with the kids. The hurt. When he was young
they had tormented him. They called him insane. Ignored the truth even when he served it
to them on a silver platter. Alienated him. Even Zim was alone back on his own planet
also alienated. Alienated.. such a funny word to Dib. He who had lived his life exposing
aliens, was alienated as a child. "The words of adults are hurtful but kids are truly cruel"
floated at the back of his head. even now they still alienated him. His major achievements
were mostly 18 years ago, and seemed to pale in comparison to many others. He had been
losing respect over the years. When he did not hunt down and destroy Zim after his
escape.... They had all began to doubt him. So he had begun to remember, and began to
hate them. None of them had ever known his pain. As a very young child, before Zim,
He had thought to himself "Their lives are so happy. If they had to live one day of my
life, they would wish to die."
He stared at an old faded photo on his desk. It was of his father, himself age 3 and
a baby Gaz held by his mother. His mother. He had never known his mother. she was just
a song in the dark, a sweet smell of lilacs, and feeling of love. He did not know if she had
died, left, or been taken. His dad never spoke her name, and would not tell Dib what had
happened. Dib would not even have a photo of her, but when his father had died in a
since related accident, he had left Dib the photo. As a toddler Dib had believed that aliens
had taken her. He was too small to under stand death, and he knew she would never have
left them all willingly. So he began to look for them.
Dib began to wonder, if she had really even loved him at all. He slowly began to
think of all the bad memories and sat unmoving, slowly in his mind slipping into a whirl
pool of hate despair, pain, and depression. He took off his glasses, and looked around the
room. Some times he felt that there was too much detail in the word. Too much sharp
images. Some times he welcomed his true blurred vision. He then placed his glasses back
on his face. He looked at a jungle knife that lay on his desk. He had gained it from south
Americans when he was hunting for alien clues by the Aztec ruins. It glinted so
wonderfully. He slowly began to reach for it.
Then like a flash light turned on in the night, The phone rang. Dib sat unmoving,
hand still out, and let his answering machine get it.
"Hello, you have reached the office of Dib professional paranormal investigator.
please leave a message after the beep. *beeep* the prerecorded message done, Dib sat and
listened to hear who was calling.
*Dib? hello? Its me Gaz just calling to see if you have been killed by a ware wolf,
big foot in the garage, or phantoms, or what ever. Oh and you owe me 20 bucks! so pay
me back or feel my wrath!!" Gaz voice paused as some thing shattered in the background
and a high pitched squealing was heard. "No! put that down Gir! *crash* Noooooo! not
my new computer!!" GIIIIIR!!! the answering machine clicked off.
Dib smiled knowing just how much of a pain Gir could be. He then looked at his
hand a few inches from the knife and let it drop to his side. He said out loud
"what heck am I doing?!!" he got up out of his chair, and grabbed his trench coat, he
slipped it on, and sprinted out his door. He ran out of the building and jumped in his car.
He turned it on and started to drive. He mumbled out loud "Must get out of here! I got to
figure out a non violent way to clear my head!"
He drove for hours not caring about where he was going. Only finally snapping
into full awareness as he reached the fields that lay at the far, far edge of the city. Dib
parked his car at the side of the road, and stepped out into the field. It was sunset, and Dib
could not help but stare at the sky letting the colors wash over him. Reds, yellows, pinks,
purples, and fiery oranges. Dib sat and leaned against his car. He stared at sky until the
painting faded into a star filled sky. He then stared at the stars. The sky seemed to burst
with them. He never really got a good look at them in the city. too many light sources. He
focused on one point of glittering light. It seemed to be getting bigger. Dib stared as It
grew bigger and bigger. He numb with shock. Then his brain said "maybe we should
move." His arms went " nah," but his legs said "heck yea! He got up and ran into the
field, He dived down, just as the giant object hit his car.
Hmmm suspenseful noo? Muahahahahahahaaaa I am evil. Any one
who has read it most likely knows what wrecked Dib's vehicle.... So review
pleeeeeeease!! Oh by the way yes that was me.......
many twisted ideas! I will in the end fix this and my other stories errors. What ever for
now. So flame me !!!!!!!
Its a Beautiful Day...
Dib sat in his desk and contemplated his life. For about a year now he had been
growing more and more twisted on the inside. He was gaining a hatred of all humankind.
It had started with the dreams. Then the childhood memories, he thought he had
suppressed. Then Zim's memories. Always with the kids. The hurt. When he was young
they had tormented him. They called him insane. Ignored the truth even when he served it
to them on a silver platter. Alienated him. Even Zim was alone back on his own planet
also alienated. Alienated.. such a funny word to Dib. He who had lived his life exposing
aliens, was alienated as a child. "The words of adults are hurtful but kids are truly cruel"
floated at the back of his head. even now they still alienated him. His major achievements
were mostly 18 years ago, and seemed to pale in comparison to many others. He had been
losing respect over the years. When he did not hunt down and destroy Zim after his
escape.... They had all began to doubt him. So he had begun to remember, and began to
hate them. None of them had ever known his pain. As a very young child, before Zim,
He had thought to himself "Their lives are so happy. If they had to live one day of my
life, they would wish to die."
He stared at an old faded photo on his desk. It was of his father, himself age 3 and
a baby Gaz held by his mother. His mother. He had never known his mother. she was just
a song in the dark, a sweet smell of lilacs, and feeling of love. He did not know if she had
died, left, or been taken. His dad never spoke her name, and would not tell Dib what had
happened. Dib would not even have a photo of her, but when his father had died in a
since related accident, he had left Dib the photo. As a toddler Dib had believed that aliens
had taken her. He was too small to under stand death, and he knew she would never have
left them all willingly. So he began to look for them.
Dib began to wonder, if she had really even loved him at all. He slowly began to
think of all the bad memories and sat unmoving, slowly in his mind slipping into a whirl
pool of hate despair, pain, and depression. He took off his glasses, and looked around the
room. Some times he felt that there was too much detail in the word. Too much sharp
images. Some times he welcomed his true blurred vision. He then placed his glasses back
on his face. He looked at a jungle knife that lay on his desk. He had gained it from south
Americans when he was hunting for alien clues by the Aztec ruins. It glinted so
wonderfully. He slowly began to reach for it.
Then like a flash light turned on in the night, The phone rang. Dib sat unmoving,
hand still out, and let his answering machine get it.
"Hello, you have reached the office of Dib professional paranormal investigator.
please leave a message after the beep. *beeep* the prerecorded message done, Dib sat and
listened to hear who was calling.
*Dib? hello? Its me Gaz just calling to see if you have been killed by a ware wolf,
big foot in the garage, or phantoms, or what ever. Oh and you owe me 20 bucks! so pay
me back or feel my wrath!!" Gaz voice paused as some thing shattered in the background
and a high pitched squealing was heard. "No! put that down Gir! *crash* Noooooo! not
my new computer!!" GIIIIIR!!! the answering machine clicked off.
Dib smiled knowing just how much of a pain Gir could be. He then looked at his
hand a few inches from the knife and let it drop to his side. He said out loud
"what heck am I doing?!!" he got up out of his chair, and grabbed his trench coat, he
slipped it on, and sprinted out his door. He ran out of the building and jumped in his car.
He turned it on and started to drive. He mumbled out loud "Must get out of here! I got to
figure out a non violent way to clear my head!"
He drove for hours not caring about where he was going. Only finally snapping
into full awareness as he reached the fields that lay at the far, far edge of the city. Dib
parked his car at the side of the road, and stepped out into the field. It was sunset, and Dib
could not help but stare at the sky letting the colors wash over him. Reds, yellows, pinks,
purples, and fiery oranges. Dib sat and leaned against his car. He stared at sky until the
painting faded into a star filled sky. He then stared at the stars. The sky seemed to burst
with them. He never really got a good look at them in the city. too many light sources. He
focused on one point of glittering light. It seemed to be getting bigger. Dib stared as It
grew bigger and bigger. He numb with shock. Then his brain said "maybe we should
move." His arms went " nah," but his legs said "heck yea! He got up and ran into the
field, He dived down, just as the giant object hit his car.
Hmmm suspenseful noo? Muahahahahahahaaaa I am evil. Any one
who has read it most likely knows what wrecked Dib's vehicle.... So review
pleeeeeeease!! Oh by the way yes that was me.......