OutsidersOnce-ler was used to the teasing.Outsiders3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the child, barely twelve years old, walked down the crowded halls of his small school, he pushed them to the back of his mind. The mockery grew steadily worse as he continued on, and his head remained bowed, as if to not catch attentionthough at nearly five foot six, he towered over his peers, and he stood out like a weed amongst flowers.
Gigantor, Toothpick, Long-legs, Einstein, Brain-less, Once-nerd and the most common and clichéfreak. Or geek, sometimes. They liked to play around with it. But the boy ignored the jeers and comments, and kept his small hands tightened on the straps of his backpack.
Soon, they would see. Soon, very, very soon, they would learn to appreciate his genius. It may not be today, it not be tomorrow, or even next week, but soon. Fate and destiny couldn't be so cruel to him.
And so Once-ler continued on his way, a hint of a smile across his cut lip, the blood having dried hours ago since lunch, and hummed a
Sitting On TrialIt had been a long day. The demand for thneeds was coming in faster than we could supply them, and I'd had to begin making designs for a bigger factory. It was almost mind-boggling, really. Barely a year had passed since I first set out, and I was the biggest player in the business game. Frankly, it was tiring.Sitting On Trial3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I set my hat aside and leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes. When I opened them again, the Lorax was standing on my desk. His bushy eyebrows were set in a disapproving glare. For a long moment, neither of us said anything. He was the one to break the silence. "I suppose you're happy now."
"Of course I am," I snapped.
"You don't look too happy to me."
"Of course you are. It takes a lot of effort to ruin things so completely."
"Ruining things?" I said, leaning forward. "You don't know anything. I'm giving people what they need."
The Lorax snorted. "Right. Everyone needs a thneed. But apparently they don't need clean air, or fresh water. And the Bar-ba-loots don't
Diving Into a FandomThe water in the fandom pool seems coldDiving Into a Fandom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some aren't welcoming to newcomers.
Others urge you to jump right in.
First, survey your surroundings
Find out who you're dealing with.
You look up innocent things
To find not so innocent results
You're discouraged, disturbed even
You're wondering if this is normal.
Are all people here obsessed with porn?
You try again
Click through all the naughty stuff
And try to see what's left.
Mary-Sues run wild and random OCs are paired up.
And it's almost worse than the porn.
The options seem to be narrowing.
Porn or garbage
Or the mix of both.
You've come expecting a freak show
You feel like you're watching one
But to them, you're the freak.
They accept all their postings.
Their fandom war is over
"What happened to reality?
When the most insane are viewed
As the best?", you think
Now you aren't sure if you should jump
Or just watch.
So you sit
Wishing you understood what they meant
Wishing there w
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!"
Cheerilee's Garden, Chapter 1- The Stage is SetCheerilee's Garden, Chapter 1- The Stage is Set3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The entire theatre complex was abuzz with the voices of a hundred excited ponies, as Cheerilee peeked out carefully from behind the curtains hiding the stage. She saw rows upon rows of ponies sitting in the stands or moving between them, talking to each other as they waited or tried to make one last trip to get some food and beverages before the show. She glanced quickly to the left, and saw that the musicians had already set up in the orchestra pits in front of the stage. They'd only be needed for a few scenes, but Cheerilee was still glad to have them.
Seeing such a big crowd gathered there made her a bit nervous, even though this had all been her idea. Almost all of the seats were taken, and Cheerilee knew there were barely enough to accommodate the entire population of Ponyville. The show would be subjected to the scrutiny of a great many pony eyes indeed.
She retreated back behind the curtains, hoping nobody had seen her. She felt that would have been somewhat unprofessional. Ever
UnlessSummary: The Once-ler loses everything. SpoilersUnless3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just like that, everything was gone.
His smog-spewing factory, his thneeds, his name, and the only real friends he'd ever had. All gone.
His money was meaningless; his company name was mud, and everything everything he'd worked so hard to achieve was nothing more than dust slipping through his gloved fingers now.
The Once-ler watched in stunned, and horrified silence as the Lorax lifted himself up, through a hole in the smog. A part of him remained incredulous, and he reached upward, vainly, in the smallest of attempts to call back the guardian of the forest. But the Lorax disappeared, and the sparkling, whispering glow that had taken him faded as well.
And now the Lorax was gone. Like everything else.
The silence was thickimpossibly so, with his Super-Axe-Hackers deactivated laid haphazardly across the rolling hills, the pumping of his factory gone, and the pipes that glumped the river were quieted. All was still.