Operation: Skilene
Author’s Note: I started on these a while ago, and have decided to finally প্রকাশ them. Most of these shorts were inspired দ্বারা a game on ফ্যানপপ called “What would Skipper say (WWSS) Game” on pages 40-43. Thank আপনি to 27Kowalski (on Fanpop), also known as SierraTangoEcho on deviantArt, for helping me with ideas and scenarios. Credit goes to her for the few drawings. I hope আপনি enjoy পাঠ করা them as much as I enjoyed লেখা them. They are in no particular order, other than the sequence they were written. Please review!
PS, for those following my “Operation: Challenge,” I have not প্রদত্ত up on that. I have just had a lot on my plate lately. I hope to continue it soon, but I make no promises. These shorts do NOT have any rules like that set.
“Guitar Lesson”
November 2, 2013
Marlene gently strummed various chords on her Spanish guitar. It was such a beautiful instrument, and her পছন্দ দ্বারা far. It seemed that her very হৃদয় and soul lived off the essence of the instrument — almost as if she would crumble into dust without it. As if each chord she played, her হৃদয় echoed. The Spanish গিটার was perfect for any mood. It comforted her when she was sad, calmed her when angry, and relaxed her any other time.
“Hello, Marlene,” Skipper called as he entered her cave.
Marlene set her গিটার against the দেওয়াল পরবর্তি to her. “Hey, Skipper. What are আপনি doing here?” she asked, rising to her feet.
“Well, you’ve been a little quiet today and I just wanted to make sure everything was all right,” Skipper explained.
“Oh, I’m fine. I’ve just been trying to teach myself a song on my Spanish guitar, but I’m not the best at playing দ্বারা ear,” Marlene replied.
Skipper came to a stop at her side. “You know, I know a little Spanish guitar,” he told her with a smile. “I could teach আপনি a song.”
Marlene looked at him in disbelief. “Get out,” she ব্যক্ত with a smile.
“I’m serious! I spent eight years hiding in the jungles of Mexico, dollface. I had to pass the time somehow,” Skipper told her with a laugh.
Marlene cocked an eyebrow. “But Skipper, আপনি don’t even have fingers,” she observed.
Skipper crossed his flippers. “Are আপনি asking me to prove it?” he asked with a smile.
“Can you?” Marlene challenged.
“Hand over that guitar, sister,” Skipper accepted. Marlene grabbed her গিটার and handed it to him. Skipper held it across his chest and looked up in thought. “Let’s see . . .” Then he nodded as he made a decision. “I believe this one is one of your favorites.”
After gently strumming a few chords to tune the guitar, he started to play Enrique Guitaro’s first hit single, Starlight Serenade. Marlene watched in amazement as his digitless flippers glided over the strings with such impossible grace that she was almost sure she was hallucinating. It was beautiful. Skipper was actually just as good as her in playing, if not better.
“Believe me now?” he asked with a smile as he continued to play.
“I’ll admit, Skipper, you’re pretty amazing,” Marlene answered in astonishment. “So, আপনি could really teach me that song? It really is one of my favorites,” she asked somewhat bashfully.
Skipper pressed his flipper to the strings to stop their vibration and smiled. “Sure, why not?”
He handed the গিটার back to Marlene and she held it at the ready, waiting for Skipper’s instructions. “It’s in the key of G-major. So —”
“Every F is sharp,” Marlene finished for him with a smile. “For someone who spends his time leading a unit, I wouldn’t think you’d care to learn much about music.”
Skipper smiled. “Can’t play গিটার very well without knowing a little about what you’re playing, dollface,” he replied.
Marlene laughed. “Touché, touché,” she said. “So, what do I play first?”
Skipper thought for a moment. “Well, how about আপনি just follow my lead?” he suggested, standing himself behind her.
He flushed his flippers with her arms and positioned her left paw to the starting chord and guided her other paw against the strings, and the notes resounded beautifully. Skipper looked sideways to Marlene over her shoulder and she looked back to him. Their eyes locked and Marlene smiled coyly and turned her attention back to the গিটার in her arms. Skipper smiled and repositioned her fingers for the পরবর্তি chord and strummed again with her right paw.
Moving a little আরো quickly and smoothly, he moved her paw up and down, back and forth along the fingerboard of the neck as Marlene found his rhythm and strummed without assistance. Without any form of communication aside from the tempo of the Serenade, they became one with each other, and the Spanish guitar. Although it seemed to take forever to reach, the ending of the song came and the song concluded. After a moment of silence as the last few notes hung in the air, Skipper smiled and nudged her shoulders.
“I guess we do make a good team,” he said.
Marlene smiled and locked eyes with him again. “Could আপনি — প্রদর্শনী me again? I think —”
Skipper cut her off with a warm smile. “I don’t need a reason, Marlene. I’ll প্রদর্শনী আপনি as many times as you’d like.”
Drawing দ্বারা link
Author’s Note: I started on these a while ago, and have decided to finally প্রকাশ them. Most of these shorts were inspired দ্বারা a game on ফ্যানপপ called “What would Skipper say (WWSS) Game” on pages 40-43. Thank আপনি to 27Kowalski (on Fanpop), also known as SierraTangoEcho on deviantArt, for helping me with ideas and scenarios. Credit goes to her for the few drawings. I hope আপনি enjoy পাঠ করা them as much as I enjoyed লেখা them. They are in no particular order, other than the sequence they were written. Please review!
PS, for those following my “Operation: Challenge,” I have not প্রদত্ত up on that. I have just had a lot on my plate lately. I hope to continue it soon, but I make no promises. These shorts do NOT have any rules like that set.
“Guitar Lesson”
November 2, 2013
Marlene gently strummed various chords on her Spanish guitar. It was such a beautiful instrument, and her পছন্দ দ্বারা far. It seemed that her very হৃদয় and soul lived off the essence of the instrument — almost as if she would crumble into dust without it. As if each chord she played, her হৃদয় echoed. The Spanish গিটার was perfect for any mood. It comforted her when she was sad, calmed her when angry, and relaxed her any other time.
“Hello, Marlene,” Skipper called as he entered her cave.
Marlene set her গিটার against the দেওয়াল পরবর্তি to her. “Hey, Skipper. What are আপনি doing here?” she asked, rising to her feet.
“Well, you’ve been a little quiet today and I just wanted to make sure everything was all right,” Skipper explained.
“Oh, I’m fine. I’ve just been trying to teach myself a song on my Spanish guitar, but I’m not the best at playing দ্বারা ear,” Marlene replied.
Skipper came to a stop at her side. “You know, I know a little Spanish guitar,” he told her with a smile. “I could teach আপনি a song.”
Marlene looked at him in disbelief. “Get out,” she ব্যক্ত with a smile.
“I’m serious! I spent eight years hiding in the jungles of Mexico, dollface. I had to pass the time somehow,” Skipper told her with a laugh.
Marlene cocked an eyebrow. “But Skipper, আপনি don’t even have fingers,” she observed.
Skipper crossed his flippers. “Are আপনি asking me to prove it?” he asked with a smile.
“Can you?” Marlene challenged.
“Hand over that guitar, sister,” Skipper accepted. Marlene grabbed her গিটার and handed it to him. Skipper held it across his chest and looked up in thought. “Let’s see . . .” Then he nodded as he made a decision. “I believe this one is one of your favorites.”
After gently strumming a few chords to tune the guitar, he started to play Enrique Guitaro’s first hit single, Starlight Serenade. Marlene watched in amazement as his digitless flippers glided over the strings with such impossible grace that she was almost sure she was hallucinating. It was beautiful. Skipper was actually just as good as her in playing, if not better.
“Believe me now?” he asked with a smile as he continued to play.
“I’ll admit, Skipper, you’re pretty amazing,” Marlene answered in astonishment. “So, আপনি could really teach me that song? It really is one of my favorites,” she asked somewhat bashfully.
Skipper pressed his flipper to the strings to stop their vibration and smiled. “Sure, why not?”
He handed the গিটার back to Marlene and she held it at the ready, waiting for Skipper’s instructions. “It’s in the key of G-major. So —”
“Every F is sharp,” Marlene finished for him with a smile. “For someone who spends his time leading a unit, I wouldn’t think you’d care to learn much about music.”
Skipper smiled. “Can’t play গিটার very well without knowing a little about what you’re playing, dollface,” he replied.
Marlene laughed. “Touché, touché,” she said. “So, what do I play first?”
Skipper thought for a moment. “Well, how about আপনি just follow my lead?” he suggested, standing himself behind her.
He flushed his flippers with her arms and positioned her left paw to the starting chord and guided her other paw against the strings, and the notes resounded beautifully. Skipper looked sideways to Marlene over her shoulder and she looked back to him. Their eyes locked and Marlene smiled coyly and turned her attention back to the গিটার in her arms. Skipper smiled and repositioned her fingers for the পরবর্তি chord and strummed again with her right paw.
Moving a little আরো quickly and smoothly, he moved her paw up and down, back and forth along the fingerboard of the neck as Marlene found his rhythm and strummed without assistance. Without any form of communication aside from the tempo of the Serenade, they became one with each other, and the Spanish guitar. Although it seemed to take forever to reach, the ending of the song came and the song concluded. After a moment of silence as the last few notes hung in the air, Skipper smiled and nudged her shoulders.
“I guess we do make a good team,” he said.
Marlene smiled and locked eyes with him again. “Could আপনি — প্রদর্শনী me again? I think —”
Skipper cut her off with a warm smile. “I don’t need a reason, Marlene. I’ll প্রদর্শনী আপনি as many times as you’d like.”
Drawing দ্বারা link
নমস্কার this is my first fanfic so plz no hate! :)This fanfic is about a girl পেংগুইন that comes to the zoo and falls for Skipper.
My name is Kat, but I'm not a cat, I am a penguin, from Antarctica. I have one problem with my home: it's too cold. I knew one দিন I would escape that horrible snow land, and that দিন was yesterday, when that weird man came and put me in a crate, and for once in my life I felt comfortable and warm.
Today I am traveling to a new home, hopefully a warm one.
I don't know how long I was in that বাক্স but all I know now is that I'm here at my new home...a zoo? cool!
Am I alone in this পেংগুইন habitat? Just then I hear waddling coming from under the platform, okay good I'm not alone.
Skipper pokes his head through the hatch hole and spots Kat, then calls the the rest of the team. Is our new পেংগুইন here yet Skipper? Private asks. Yes Private, she's here.
Oh hi I'm Kat, I'm new here I ব্যক্ত cheerfully.
My name is Kat, but I'm not a cat, I am a penguin, from Antarctica. I have one problem with my home: it's too cold. I knew one দিন I would escape that horrible snow land, and that দিন was yesterday, when that weird man came and put me in a crate, and for once in my life I felt comfortable and warm.
Today I am traveling to a new home, hopefully a warm one.
I don't know how long I was in that বাক্স but all I know now is that I'm here at my new home...a zoo? cool!
Am I alone in this পেংগুইন habitat? Just then I hear waddling coming from under the platform, okay good I'm not alone.
Skipper pokes his head through the hatch hole and spots Kat, then calls the the rest of the team. Is our new পেংগুইন here yet Skipper? Private asks. Yes Private, she's here.
Oh hi I'm Kat, I'm new here I ব্যক্ত cheerfully.
"No" ব্যক্ত Skipper, "why would that help?" He crumpled the paper. "Wait!" He said.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
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I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write আরো later.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
......................................................................................................
I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write আরো later.
