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Star Wars: Dark Side CallingChapter 1
Jedi Master Quinlan Vos called in desperation and agony, the metal rings that were connected by energy binders around his wrist feeling ever tighter. One of the Separatist Super battle droids that was carting Quinlan off heard his cries and kicked him in the back mercilessly. Quinlan gave a groan of agony.
Aayla he weakly croaked again in vain, knowing his former apprentice, Jedi Master Aaylaa Secura, a twi lek of Ryloth, was too far away to hear his voice.
This time he called with the Force, with more strength than when he called with his mere voice.
Yet there was
Doctor Who: MerlinChapter 1
So, where would you like to go now?
Rose Tyler stares at the Doctor, not believing what she was hearing.
Sorry, did I hear you right? Did you just say so where do you want to go now? After going to the end of the world, the 18th century, battling Were-Wolves, Sycorax and Daleks, you finally decide to ask me where I want to go?
The Doctor whips out his trusty sonic screwdriver and begins tracing the edge of a panel in the floor. Rose incredulously at the Time-Lord, but he pays no attention, either in concentration or to build suspense.
So what am I supposed to choose? A
Star Wars: The Lost LightsaberAsanté Vos ran terrifyingly through the forest from the monstrous explosion, attempting to get to her star yacht, the Green Star, before the bounty hunters caught her up and threw their thermal detonators at her again. She ducked under yet another immense tree limb, which was covered with spiny bark. As Asanté brushed past the branch, her long, black, braided hair caught on the spines and ripped her hair. She contained a scream of pain, only to be slipped out when blaster fire ripped past her shoulder, sounding like small birds whistling past at unnatural speeds.
She had come to this planet, Twinmoon VII, to recover a lightsaber,
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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