The Adventures of Ivan the Midget. Part 23: The Penguin Gathering

Ivan waved goodbye to his newfound Mongolian friends. But now that they had successfully fought off the vicious sand sharks of the Gobi Desert, it was time for Ivan to continue his adventures. He created his magic portal and set off to wherever it would take him.

The scenery of the Gobi vanished and in its place was a barren landscape covered in ice. The light was dim. The first thing Ivan noticed, though, was the biting cold. It was almost too much for Ivan's little body. He stumbled across the harsh landscape until he heard signs of life. It was a chirping sound. Ivan knew the only thing this could mean. Penguins! Ivan was a prepared man, and he pulled out a tuxedo out of his rucksack. He knew well that penguins will only accept someone as one of their own if they are dressed in a tuxedo. Ivan wobbled his way towards the sound. As he made his way closer he saw a massive group of penguins huddled together for warmth. He made a skilled penguin call, and the penguins soon brought him into the huddle as one of their own.

As Ivan huddled near the penguins, relishing the sweet warmth they gave, he spotted a penguin looking at him with distress. The penguin rolled over an egg and made a sound. It seemed that the egg was now Ivan's. He put it between his two legs with a gentleness that very few men have achieved. It seemed that he'd spend his time with the penguins as he waited for the egg to hatch.

Months passed. Friendships were made. Finally, the egg developed some cracks. The air was filled with the most delightful chirp. The chirp was from the most adorable creature that Ivan had seen. He soon was surrounded by eggs belonging to the penguins as they hatched. Ivan knew well what he had to do now. He pulled a fish out of his rucksack and lovingly fed it to his baby penguin. The penguin took it and ate it ravishingly. Ivan's little heart was bursting with love for his little penguin. But then he realized that his stay with the penguins was near over. He gave a look to the neighboring penguins. They knew by that look that he had to leave. Ivan solemnly took the tiny wing of his new baby penguin companion and made his way into a portal that he had created. What adventures would await them in this next portal. Only time will tell.

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Davey Morrison, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, and William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden. This week's theme: 'Penguins'.

You Got to Do it

Eli stared intently at the computer screen. On that screen was the task that had consumed his life for the past year. The task was a game called About a Ball. It was a simple game made by Eli's good friend, John. The game was difficult, but only Eli had gone through a whole year of intensive playing without ever winning it. But know he knew he would win it. He was in the final stretch.

He had been practicing this last part for days, but he would always die at some point. But not today. He jumped out of the intensity of the situation at every difficult maneuver, and with a deftness of his hand, he accomplished every maneuver flawlessly. It was a wonder that it had only been a year ago that he had learned to use the arrow keys that he had now mastered. Eli moved the red ball that was the protagonist into the gate that would finish the game. The words "You Win!" came up on the screen. An beautiful sight after see so many "You Lose"'s written in a similar manner

Eli raised his hands into the air and shouted with delight "I won!" He ran around the counter for ten minutes. Everyone in the room congratulated him warmly and joined in the revelry. It truly was a great day.
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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Davey Morrison, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'The Greatest Day Ever'.

First Supper

An optimist sat down to supper. "This supper is the first supper of the rest of my life!" A lighting bolt promptly struck him and killed him. A great voice shouted from the heavens "Make that you last supper!" God hates optimists

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'A Last Supper'.

More Hot Laundromat Sex

A man and a woman were both loading their clothes into adjacent dryers. The man came across a bra into his loading pile. He made a motion towards the woman. "Um, excuse me," he said. "I believe that you're bra got mixed up with my clothes."

The woman gave an awkward smile, "Oh, I'm so sorry she said. It must have dropped into your clothes" She grabbed the bra and shifted away from the man. The man shifted in the same direction. "You know what this means don't you?" He said.

"No." She tried to make more distance between the two. The man made sure that wouldn't happen "It means that we must have sex in one of these fine dryers" He patted his hand against a dryer.

"I've never heard of such a rule."

"Of course you've never heard of it. Its unspoken social law. But it still exists, and now we must film our social duty." The man said. The woman looked around for someone to defend her. Everyone surrounding them solemnly nodded. The woman sighed and said, "Very well." She stripped herself of her clothes and curled up in the dryer. The man followed close behind. It was a quite a large dryer. The whole laundromat crowded around to see the hot laundromat sex in action.

The woman at the counter gazed sadly at the scene asked herself why she kept letting this man in.

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Laundromat'.

Fan fiction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is an excerpt from a fan fiction by spacychick114

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"Do you know why, I left Marianne, Elinor?" Willoughby asked tenderly

"Of course I do! It is because you're a cad! You only cared for your enjoyment and personal gain!" Elinor said as she readied her hand to slap Willoughby across the face

"No my sweet, It was for you." Willoughby lovingly leaned down to kiss Elinor. Elinor held her breath. She was trying with all her might not to swoon, despite the alluring presence of Willoughby. But as Willoughby's lustrous lips gently touched hers, she couldn't help it. She swooned.

Willoughby smiled, and caught her in his robust arms. He looked into her eyes as they slowly started to open. Elinor saw the fuzzy figure of Willoughby standing before her, as he helped her regain her balance.

"Let us lie together" he said to her lovingly

Elinor took a deep breath, taking in all the lovely aromas surrounding Willoughby. She smiled and breathed out, "Yes, let us"
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I'm sure that was disturbing for all of us
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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Eleanor'.

Metamorphosis

Gregor loved lions. In fact, his number one dream was to turn into a lion, which was closely followed by his number two dream which was to meet Jeffy from Family Circus immediately after turning into a lion. Fortunately for Gregor dreams can come true. He woke up one day to find himself a lion. Overcome with joy, Gregor leaped from his bed and ran in face to face with Jeffy, who was playing with toys on the floor. I could elaborate further, but theres no need. The future course of events are the same as Metamorphosis by Kafka, except for this particular version has been revised to be about how dreams can come true, like all good literature. Jeffy is also there to add constant lols.

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Metamorphosis'.

A Poem

Larry has no money
Larry has no friends

Larry's lack of friends isn't because he has no money
Larry's lack of money isn't because he has no friends

Larry's brother Harry has no money
Larry's brother Harry has one thousand friends

Larry's brother Harry has one thousand friends because he's a good guy
Larry has no friends because he's a horrible guy

Poor Larry
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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Poverty'.