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
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
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 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.
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
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
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 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 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
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
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
Bite the Hand That FeedsTitle: Bite the Hand That FeedsBite the Hand That Feeds3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: Once-ler / Greed-ler
Summary: It was just like any ol' day in Truffula Valley; the Once-ler goes into into town to attempt to sell his Thneed, and ends up unsuccessful. Coping with another failure, an unexpected visitor makes his way to his house, and demands that the Once-ler chop down the threes. He refuses because of the promise with he made with the Lorax. How will this mysterious guest convince him otherwise?
Warnings: Smut, slight abuse (basically PWP)
Note: My friend didn't have Microsoft Word, so there will be misspellings and/or weird sentence structure. Yeah, finished the rest of this at 6 in the morning. You can definitely tell where it went downhill. Regardless, I hope you enjoy reading it! ; u ; /
It was another unsuccessful day of selling the Thneed. At least he was smart enough to dodge some more of those tomatoes. This was really starting to wear him out. The citizens just didn't understand what
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!"
The Lorax: The Guardian CaresOnce-ler just got his bed stolen, woke up floating in a river on his stolen bed, and was brought back to life by the Lorax. After all of that, he had a right to be mad and tired. He just promised to not cut down anymore Truffula trees, and the Lorax promised to keep an eye on him.The Lorax: The Guardian Cares2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"... But first I have to find my bed," Once-ler moped away from the river bank, in search for his bed.
After searching for an hour, the Once-ler's bed was nowhere to be found. And what was worse, he was getting exhausted. He had lost his bearings from being so tired. So, Once-ler just picked a spot under the shade of a Truffula tree and lied down. He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.
The Lorax, meanwhile, went to the Once-ler's camp to return a sock he found of his. He knocked on the door, waiting for him to open it. When no action came from within the house, the guardian peeped through his window. The Lorax's eyes widened when he didn't see the tall human inside.
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
Burning: A story about faith....In the center of my left wrist there is a small, puckered scar. This scar is from a burn. I am writing this to tell you how I got that burn, and what it means to me…..Burning: A story about faith....2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
One of my good friends is a devout Christian. Most of the time, we tend to dance over the subject of religion when we interact, because I don’t want to be preached to and he doesn’t want his faith shaken. However, there are occasions where we will discuss our various beliefs with each other. The discussions are usually, though not always, tense and uncomfortable. He is very emotional about his faith.
One such occasion occurred when my friend was very drunk. He was lying on my bed, slurring out questions about why I hate God. I was(for the most part) sober, and answered his questions honestly to the best of my ability. He then brought up Hell, and despite me repeatedly telling him that I did not believe in Hell, he kept insisting that we go back to it. He kept repeating one thing over and over:
How Bad Can I Be? [Once-Ler Fanfic, Chapter Ten]Chapter Ten : Life of the PartyHow Bad Can I Be? [Once-Ler Fanfic, Chapter Ten]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
The Lorax: Different TacticThis is based off of a pic by Slasher12. There is NO SLASH! Thank you, and enjoy!The Lorax: Different Tactic2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Needless to say, the Lorax was annoyed. The kid was driving him nuts. Once-ler was a teenager (or at least he still acted like one) through and through, him only just turned eighteen. Once-ler did whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and he didn't care who else was affected by his decision.
Today little Oncie decided that he needed more materiel for and snuck out at night to chop another tree. However, the Lorax, being the speaker of the trees, knew what he was up to, and fallowed him through the valley.
Now, Once-ler was a (sometimes) smart kid. He knew that he needed to be far enough from his tent so the animals there couldn't hear the tree fall but, he had to be close enough so that he could drag it back.
As the Lorax was fallowing Once-ler. He'd already threw him in the river, so that was out. He could always bring out the thunder and lightning because Once-ler still didn't believe him about
When Fears Come TrueIt had been so long since anyone had rang the Once-ler's doorbell that he practically fell from the chair he was perched in, unsure of what the sound even was. Normally it was painfully silent, excepting when a crow wandered into the area or some of his previous equipment or buildings were crumbling into pieces. This was obviously neither of those sounds, a deep dong-dong, not unlike the sound of a gong.When Fears Come True3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The doorbell. The words popped in his head suddenly. That's what my doorbell sounds like. Who would be here, after all this time?
His social skills had left him long ago, and he felt no need to straighten up himself or the room. His only need was to grumble as he moved in earshot of the door.
"Go away!" he hissed in the door's general direction. It was probably just some stupid kids who had wandered too far and would get sick of the pollution soon.
"Are you deaf? I said go away!"
Dong-dong. Dong- dong. Dong-dong.
DP: ShatteredWhat a crock of shit.DP: Shattered4 years ago in Drama More Like This
They said I wouldn't be able to feel anything. None of the pain, none of the pleasure, nothing of the sort when they said they'd be able to use my body to help in science. They claimed I'd be in good hands. I don't know why the hell I bothered to believe them, coming from the US government and everything. Maybe for once, I though something good could come out of this. I was trying to be mature, optimistic.
Why do I even bother?
"STOP! PLEASE, STOP!"
The scalpel plunged into my skin again, cutting through another layer of tissue as he took hold of a flap of skin. With a harsh pull, there was a rather horrifying tearing noise, and I screamed bloody murder, shaking and struggling to break free from the chains that held me down. A piece of my body was being ripped right from my stomach area, the knife cutting through the skin slowly and surely as if on a dotted line. "Stop moving," the scientist hissed, glowering at me from behind a facemask. "It won't h
Consequences“Oncie, my darling boy, this is incredible! You’ve made your mama proud.”Consequences3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Although personally I thought that the celebration today was a little underwhelming, didn’t you? I mean, all they could spare for a performance was the city marching band? Someone as important as you should at least get someone famous to perform for him!”
“I didn’t think it was that bad…”
“No, of course you wouldn’t. After all, just a little while ago you were the one who was standing up in the center of town and trying to promote Thneeds by playing your silly guitar! But you’ve got to get used to being classier now. At this rate, you’re sure to be the top dog soon, and you need tastes to match.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You’re on your way, sweetie. Just remember, things can only get better from here!”
The Once-ler wasn’t s
30 Years Later30 years after the Once-ler had given the seed to Ted, the forest was well on its way to being the way it was before! Aggie looked over it with a smile, her curly red hair glistening in the sun. She couldn't be prouder of it, knowing that her dad was the one who started this, and saved the forest. Her parents would often tell her of the day that they shared the Truffula tree. Her father had given it to her mom as a present, and a short while after that, they had started dating. Then, they got married, and had a beautiful baby girl, who had her mom's red hair, her dad's inventiveness, and both their creativity. She remembered visiting out here when she was just a little girl. Her parents would let her run around, and would explain as much as they could about the trees, and the people that lived here. She even remembered the Once-ler. She was only 5, and he was very old. He added onto the story of the Lorax that her dad had told her, because over the years small details had been forgotte30 Years Later3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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