Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 5His friend was having a hard time waking up. "Come on kid," the Lorax said nudging him a little. "Says here 'm supposed to put this under your tongue," he commentedPneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I got it," he said sleepily taking the small thermometer in his own hand and slipping it under his tongue. He knew it was bad when the red stripe steadily rose. He didn't have much energy left to look at it so he just closed his eyes.
"'s stopped what do we do with it now?"
He lifted his heavy eye lids and took it out and looked at it. His eyebrows rose a little. Had he really allowed this to get this bad? He set it down on his nightstand and looked back at his friend who was staring at him with a 'well what did it say?' look.
"It wasn't that bad," he bluffed.
"You're a terrible liar you know that bean pole." He stated.
"I'm not lying," he said sleepily.
He knew he was lying and he swore that was all over his face from the bright red flushing across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose to the glassy look in his eyes. He w
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 6The Lorax attempted to wake Once-ler awhile later, but nothing he tried worked. He then recalled this was the same guy who had his bed hit the door several times and didn't wake up. He tried shaking him a little but nothing worked.Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wake up kid," he said.
He didn't get any response. He took a closer look at the boy and noticed beads of sweat falling down his face. His hair was plastered to his pale and flushed faced. His mouth was open just enough to allow air in.
The Lorax gently laid a paw against Once-ler's forehead. "Jeeze kid, ever do anything by the halves?" He asked. The boy's eyelashes flickered but he didn't wake.
"Come on kid, I need to try and get some water in ya," he said trying to wake the teenager up. "Come on kid," he said rubbing circles on Once-ler's hand. He grabbed the damp Thneed again and dabbed Once-ler's face.
He was lost in thoughts. He heard a loud thump from his first tree hitting the ground. He saw his younger self reaching out as hi
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 7With the visions came painful stomach cramps and nausea. He started to get really upset. He was confused and nonsensical.Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come on kid, you need to drink something," the Lorax pressed. "Come on. Try to keep this down okay kid?" He pressed again.
He got a faint groan in response. The fever had started to cause dehydration. He was so confused. His eyelids were really heavy. He was tired.
"Come on kid," he let Pipsqueak rub his cheek when he put the straw in his mouth. It was taking quite an effort to get the water into his body.
He groaned as he clutched his stomach.
"What's wrong kid? It's your stomach isn' it?"
He nodded. His eye brows knit together but there were no tears. He was inconsolable and fussy. He was shaking with chills and was simply beside himself.
"I need you to sit up kid; I need you to keep trying to drink this alright? I promise it's going to make you feel better."
He was really confused the world was spinning way to fast. He closed his eyes trying to will it to stop.
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 1He woke up. His arms hurt and so did his head. Pip-Squeak was sitting on the end of his bed looking at him quizzically. The young man on the bed groaned a little. His body slumped back on the pillows. He didn't want to try and sell that Thneed again, at least, not today. He knew he had to try. It was try number four. He was ready to just give up.Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He patted Pip-Squeak on the head and headed for town. He was used to the reception he got by now. He accepted the raw tomatoes and fled back to his forest home. He didn't feel very well. The animals had been living in his home for about a week and he wasn't pleased with it. He was distracted and he nearly fell out of the wagon when a stab of pain through his chest startled him. He started to cough a little and Mervin sped up a little.
The young man started to groan. His arm was about his chest. The cart came crashing through the forest. The animals all came to see what the matter was. Pip-Squeak ran up to the Once-ler and snuggled into him. Th
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 4Someone's hand was rubbing his cheek and his hair. He looked at the individual in question his vision was hazy. The Humming Fish were humming to him softly. The Lorax was rubbing his cheek with the wet Thneed and Pip-squeak was gently playing with his hair.Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I didn't mean to wake you bean pole try and get back to sleep."
Once-ler looked a little confused. He tried to make out some of the images but he couldn't lift his eyelids more than half way.
"Well since you're up here, kid," he placed a straw in the boy's mouth and once more nudged the boy's cheek.
He tasted a very mild sweetness in his mouth. He swallowed and the process was repeated.
"Alright bean pole, that's good enough for now," the Lorax said patting his hand before tucking him back in.
"Th-thanks a-again Mustache," he slurred a little.
"No problem kid. I speak for the trees, for nature, for animals, for all of these." He said sadly. He knew enough about humans to know that they couldn't last long if their body's got too hot
Winter Winds"If you feel discouraged when there's a lack of color here~"Winter Winds3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Please don't worry, lover,"
"It's really bursting at the seeeaammsss~!"
"Absorbing everything! The spectrums A to-- What!?"
"What are you doing?" The Lorax was looking disapprovingly at the Once-Ler who was sprawled beneath a truffla tree with his guitar, his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles.
"Playing my guitar." The Once-Ler replied in a voice that held an unspoken 'well, duh'.
"I can see that," The Lorax snorted, mustache bristling, "But you're supposed to be bringing in the winter season!" And he gestured around the valley for emphasis.
The truffula forest was cast into deep shades of golden, and crimson, and orange, truffula tufts wafted through the air, caught in the crisp autumn breeze, and the days had gotten progressively colder. Though not cold enough for snow. Still, sensing the changing seasons, the animals of
The Wrath of NatureThe day had been rather long and dull and the evening was very similar.The Wrath of Nature3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So of course after a day like that, it was obvious that something had to happen.
It was early evening, the sky turning a dark bluish-gray, the sun already dropped behind the mountains, and the first bright stars beginning to appear. The Lorax had gone of somewhere, leaving the Once-Ler alone in charge of the forest. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last but the Once-Ler always felt extremely pleased with himself when he was left in charge. It did little to help his ego.
He was striding through the forest with several of the animals, letting the feeling of the forest wash over him in the semi-darkness. Barb-ba-loots tangled around his long legs, swommie-swans circled overhead, and, when he passed by the river, the humming fish swam along beside him. Most of the time he was chatting away, talking or singing nonsense words without any real tune. As the night began to wrap itself more fi
Once-Ler: Prince of ThneedsHere he is in all his gloryOnce-Ler: Prince of Thneeds3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Styling a green suit of money
Wearing his styling shades
As he held a double-edge red guitar
His company is booming
But the forest is dying
Truffela trees fall
As the tufts are harvested
He's consumed by greed
Making a profit is in his mind
Being at the top of the world
He's got everything he needs
He's the Prince of Thneeds
The maker of his creation
Started as an impossible dream
Has now became reality
But at what cost
Valley is decayed
He lost his friends
Family has abandoned him
All he has left is his old factory
The green suit that he wore
The first thneed around his neck
He was all alone with nothing left
Broken Family"I don't care what you want, just get out of this house! You lazy bum, I can't believe I wasted 15 years of my life with YOU!"Broken Family3 years ago in Drama More Like This
A young Once-ler listened from the staircase as his parents fought. Again. For the 20th time this week. Things were getting pretty serious at this point, even his older brothers were around him, listening to the fate of their beloved father.
"And what do you think you're gonna do, huh? Deirdre, you don't fucking work! How are you going to support the boys?! They need to go to school, and college, and need to have a normal life!"
"We can always move in with my sister Grizelda."
"Oh Lord, why don't you just send them to prison?"
"Well I'm sure they'd enjoy it more!"
Once-ler pulled his knees closer to him, ducking his head. He felt a hand rubbing his back, and looked up to see it was Brent's. At his little brother's shocked face, Brent whispered, "Don't get used to it." Once-ler nodded, ducking his head again.
"They love their aunt and uncle VERY much!"
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Once-Ler tensed, as if someone had just thrown an entire bag of ice down the back of his shirt. For a moment, all he could do was stare at the Lorax, wide-eyed, face pale, and hope that the conversation would not be too violent. Quickly, he threw a glance in Norma's direction, sighing a little with relief when he realized that she didn't look too intimidated. Her eyes were large behind her round, circular glasses, gleaming with surprise. But there was something else there, as well. When she stared at the Guardian of the Forest, for just the flicker of an instant, he thought he saw some kind of recognition there. Where could she have possibly seen the Lorax before, though? As far as he knew, the fuzzy orange creature had never left the Truffula Valley, and Norma had already said earlier that she had never been to this place before. It was definitely puzzling, but for now, he put that to the back of his mind. How the
Fifteen CentsBeing immortal was not as glamorous as it sounded.Fifteen Cents3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But the Once-Ler--ever self-preening, I-learn-everything-the-hard-way man that he was--didn't figure that for many years. For the most part he flaunted his powers and strutted about the forest much to the chagrin and disapproval of the Lorax.
Until one afternoon when it finally crashed into place.
"Hey Mustache, check this out!"
The Lorax looked up with an objection ready only to be momentarily silenced by the sight he saw. The Once-Ler stood proudly on the crest of a hill, his narrow chest puffed up, his hands on his hips, and a pleased expression on his face. In place of his usual black and gray vest and pants, he was wearing a ridiculously intricate and far too shiny robe of emerald green, gold, silver, and blue.
"Hark, trespassers," The young forest guardian intoned in the deepest voice he could muster, "Stop your evil ways, for I am the Once-Ler, the Guardian of the Truffla Forest Valley and--."
"--You. Shall not. Pa--wh-wha
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 3By the time tomorrow had rolled around the fever was definitely worse. The light freckling of his cheeks was hidden by the feverish flushing. The Thneed was actually really useful, to the Lorax's surprise. It was able to cool his forehead and his neck at the same time simply because of its length.Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Lorax gently lifted a glass with a straw up to his lips. He'd squeezed a little bit of juice from the Truffula Tree's berries and watered it down a little.
"Come on kid, ya gotta try and keep your strength up," the Lorax said to him nudging Once-ler's ckeek with his fingers.
He noticed the young human's eyes trying to open. He was able to drink a little before falling back again. His eyebrows knit themselves together.
"Here come on sit up again bean pole, come on," he said offering him the cool sweet water again. He was able to get a little more into the boy.
Once-ler gave a little groan. "Thanks Mustache," he attempted a small smile.
"I speak for the trees, for the creatures, for the wat
Who will suicide hurt?Empty and cold insideWho will suicide hurt?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is this all that's left
This narration inside my mind
The ability to have these thought is the only thing keeping me alive
What would it be without them
No pain to think about
Nothing to worry about
I wouldn't need to cry anymore
I'd still be empty, but atleast I wouldn't have to know it
I can't cry anyway
There are no tears left inside
It's like my sorrow is too much to express
But would others cry
What about my parents, my friends, my one true love, would they cry
My parents wouldn't shed a tear
I have to friends to shed tears for me
For me, there exists no one true love
There is no lover to shed a tear for me
I was scared I'd hurt someone, but there is no one to hurt
If there is no one to shed a tear for me, than why should I shed a tear for myself
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When Norma and the Once-Ler finally strode up to the driveway of the Wiggins household, she was immediately reminded why she hadn't been to a single party here since her childhood. The last time she had attended one of these parties, she had been nine or ten years old, and she and Arthur had spent much of the evening in his spacious backyard, dancing to the loud strings and bass of the band playing inside the house, the sounds blaring through the stereo system. Childhood had made her blind to just how pretentious the entire place was. The Wiggins' owned one of the largest homes in town, and lived on a street in a suburban part of the town that nearly everyone in Norma's neighborhood envied with a fiery passion. The house itself was white with a dark roof, tall and wide, with large oak doors that, at the moment, were propped wide open, allowing guests inside. From where they stood in the driveway, Norma could
Atheists - A Very Vocal Minority"Stop pushing your religion down our throats! Keep your religion to yourselves!" Most individuals, if not all, have heard this expression used at least once in their lifetimes. If you've never heard it aimed at you, then you have likely said it to someone else. Given the context, it is easy to determine that the speaker is typically an atheist; yet, replace the word "religion" with "belief," and suddenly these sentences become quite appropriate to direct at atheists. Search any popular (or semi-popular) scientific video online centred on origins, evolution, or the big bang, and you'll find countless comments in the discussion section rebuking religious beliefs, insulting Christians (and other religious groups), and expressing great disdain and disrespect for any kind of God. Find any popular religious video - whether it's on origins/evolution or not - and you will find similar mudslinging in the comment section (though likely not in the same great amAtheists - A Very Vocal Minority6 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 2They left him to sleep. However, not long after they left he started to get really fussy. His black hair stuck to his child like face. He started to cry. He held his chest tightly. His chest started to hurt more and more. He was having a lot of trouble breathing and no one was around. He was scared.Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He pounded on his chest trying to cough or breathe or something. He was starting to feel dizzy and was starting to get more upset.
"Bean pole," he heard the voice of the Lorax, "Jeeze I leave you alone for a few minutes . . ."
The teenager just continued his futile struggle. "Help . . . please . . ." he wheezed.
"See if you cut down too many trees everybody's going to feel like this." The Lorax said patting the teen's back trying to calm him down.
The Once-ler tried to force a smile but failed as he continued to cry. He curled onto his side trying to keep his breathing under control. The Lorax took one of his hands. "Do you want something to drink?'
He got a small nod.
The Lorax Comes BackAt the far end of townThe Lorax Comes Back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the Grickle-grass grows,
the air feels slightly fresher when it blows
and Swomee-Swans have come to sing with the crows
on the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
trees have finally come back to stay.
And even the Once-ler has begun to come out every day,
truly proud of himself for the first time in his life
for he knows he's the reason for the end of the strife.
All because of him and one little boy
who'd come to him, bringing joy,
who'd taken the last seed,
who'd cared enough,
are what everyone needs.
Now they'd came back,
even pushed to the old forest,
which had used to be so black
and smogged and empty and dead
the kid too came back- and he said,
"Thank you for allowing me to do this,
there's just one step left if you want true bliss,
but, first, we must wait."
The Once-ler was stumped,
but waited he did,
and seconds later he heard a familiar sound,
that made him turn 'round
to that fir
A letter to myself.You're destroying yourselfA letter to myself.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I love you.
Your arms are
and I love you.
You pull them
and I love you.
You're a one and twenty year,
eight month old war and
nobody's a winner
because there's only
you in this skin.
I left you alone
but I love you.
I wrote you a poem
and I love you.
I'm full of you
and I love you.
How Was Your Day?the details of the eveningHow Was Your Day?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that made the evening mine
the details, in retelling
take up the others' time
the tiny hopes and inklings
that tell me I am human
the thoughts, decisions, plannings, peace
are too damn time-consumin'!
they'll let me tell a story;
to deny me would be rude
and once it gets too personal
dissuade me with their mood
to love with ample distance
is acceptable and fine
my emptiness comes from the fear
I'm worth nobody's time
GIVE HIM BACK!!!Once-ler, 9 nears old, sat on the couch with Amelia, his 4 year old siser, waiting for the rest of is family to come home. Brent and Chet probably got detention again, and thier mom and dad had to work later.GIVE HIM BACK!!!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"When are mommy and daddy gonna get home?" Amelia asked.
"Sometime later, Mimi," Once-ler said assuringly. "I'll be right back," He went upstairs and into his bedroom. He reached under his bed- careful not to touch any monsters that may be lurking under there- and got out Mr. Cuddles, his favorite teddy bear even though he had an eye only hanging by a string and the stuffing was falling out. He looked at his door, making sure it wasn't opened, and held it tightly to him.
He got up and went out his door to go down back stairs, when he bumpped into somebody. "Ooomf!" He grunted, falling down. Infront of him were Brent and Chet.
"Hey runt," Brent said. "Did our package come yet?"
"I don't know," Once-ler murmured.
"Whattaya MEAN you don't know?" Chet asked.
"I. Don't. Know," Once-ler
How Bad Can I Be? [Once-Ler Fanfic, Chapter One]Author's Note: This is a fanfiction for the pairing of Young!Once-Ler/YoungGrammyNorma from the 2012 film version of Dr. Seuss's "The Lorax". If you don't agree with any of this, then I suggest that you do not read. ALSO! If you haven't seen the movie yet and don't want to be spoiled, then DO NOT READ. SPOILERS AHEAD. Thank you!How Bad Can I Be? [Once-Ler Fanfic, Chapter One]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter One : Everybody Needs A Thneed
Nights in the Truffula Forest were always calm, it seemed. In all the time that Once-Ler had been out here, trying his best to sell his wares, he had never seen it so much as drizzle. But surely there had to be some form of precipitation out here, otherwise the colorful foliage would never be able to grow as tall and vibrantly as they did. Still, he had been here for nearly two weeks now, and a raindrop had yet to fall from the sky. Tonight was no exception. The sky was especially beautiful, velvety blue and dappled with bright stars. Once-Ler cast an occassional adm
The coming of greedIt had been two days since the Once-ler agreed to his mother's request to start chopping down trees to increase productivity, and, therefore, sales. The usual noises of the animals outside were now replaced with chopping sounds, and the whirls of various machines that were biggering his factory.The coming of greed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, as the said long-limned, raven haired Twenty-two year-old silently strummed the strings of his beloved guitar; he couldn't help but wonder...was it a wise decision? Was the need to make his family proud of him worth breaking his promise to the Lorax who, the Once-ler noted, hadn't been seen since he made the decision to start chopping the trees worth it?
"I mean...it's only a..few trees that are being cut down....right?" he asked to no one like he had once before. Only, this time, the baby Swomee-Swan wasn't there to quack in agreement. In fact, now that the Once-ler thought about it, he hadn't exactly been outside these last couple of days which meant he hadn't
Meeting Face-to-FaceThe road to the Once-ler's home was easier to travel now. A bridge had been built across the gaping hole; flimsy but still safe for small modes of transportation to travel across, even those carrying more than one person. The Super-Axe-Hacking Machine had been removed, the parts taken to the scrap yard, the axes to those who wanted them for some unknown reason. There was no more danger of one being hacked to pieces by accident anymore. The sky had cleared up a little; smog and other chemicals still filled the air, but it was better because of the factories that had been closed. The sun was even trying to get through, making the dark and grey valley a tad bit more inviting.Meeting Face-to-Face3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Soon Ted and Audrey found themselves at the Once-ler's Lurkum. It hadn't changed since Ted had been there last, except for one thing. The window that was always boarded up was now free, and revealed an old man in a top hat sitting beside the window, re
Levi x Eren - tickle fic"Do I really have to do this?"Levi x Eren - tickle fic2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"A bets a bet, Eren." Jean said smugly, crossing his arms and chuckling.
Eren had indeed lost a bet, the terms being the looser has to go tickle Levi and see if hes ticklish while the winner enjoys the show.
Eren groaned miserably, burying his face in his hands and slumping over. “Hey, I take pity on you and all but I won fair and square. Hes right over there, nows your chance.” Jean said while grinning widely and suppressing laughter, pointing over to the horse stables where Levi stood; petting his horse. Deciding he needs to get it over with, Eren turned to levis direction. He gave one look over his shoulder and Jean could see clearly how scared he was in his turquoise eyes.
And he had a very good reason to be terrified. He couldn’t know how the corporal would react. If he wasn’t ticklish, it would take no more than 5 seconds before he halted Erens actions and kicked his ass. And even if he was, as soon as Eren backed off he woul