The court room was so..so hostile. The whole place echoed around me. I could feel the tension as the judge spoke. His words pounded like a mallet on my chest threatening to kill me right then and there. My fate lay in the balance. Crowds in bleachers behind were all fixed on one thing and one thing only. Me. I could feel their eyes on my back. The judge was saying, "Alexander Fahlcon, is hereby prosecuted for the following charge: Murder against his country, and his superior officer," I swallowed a lump in my throat, a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. The judge went on, "For zei crime zei criminal will hereby be put to justice through death. I lurched back as though I'd been struck. My eyes grew wide. I'd been so close to death before I could almost feel it's freezing cold grasp clutching my throat. Now I was about to face it again, and this time there seemed to be no escape. The judge adjourned the court and after that, everything became a blur. I recall seeing a glimpse of Hans and crying out to him, only to be dragged away. I spent that night on the cold, wet cot inside a prison cell. All my life I'd never thought I'd see the inside of one of those things, but now I knew what it was like. I felt as though I had not yet lost the battle, but all the same I had lost the war.
a tribute to pinguïn of Madagascar
please commentaar it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pinguïn of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
kom bij together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I love them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pinguïn of Madagascar
u will never be forgotten
please commentaar it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pinguïn of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
kom bij together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I love them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pinguïn of Madagascar
u will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope u enjoy it! Oh, and if u were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home pagina could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt of a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The uithangbord belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home pagina could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt of a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The uithangbord belonged to the Central Park Zoo!