The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 10The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Ten: A Royal Conversation
While heading into the dining room, Doctor Johnson quietly reminded his animal loving daughter about spending more time, downstairs.
Bianca: (Speaks softly) I'm sorry, Father. I just want to make certain that he's-
Doctor Johnson: (Finishes softly) safe. I know you do, Honeysuckle. (Looks to the kitchen) But it will be safer for everyone if you show Ms. Francis you are not so cooped up in your room.
The child nodded as the pair reached the table.
Doctor Johnson: (Smiling) How are things going, by the way? (Helps her to her seat)
Bianca: Things are much better and active now. (Sits down) Thank you, Father.
The Father's smile faded as he sat in the chair. He seemed troubled when his daughter safely mentioned that the rodent; a very large mouse was awake and aware. Bianca picked up on his concern for her and gave him an assured smile.
Bianca: (Speaks softly) No worries, Father. We have an understanding now.
Doctor Johnson knew his child
The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 8The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight: Reasoning with Royalty
The fair young girl stared at the big, growling beige and tan mouse that stood on her bed. The rodent thought the child would try to run away or throw something at him, but to his hidden astonishment, the girl curtsied once more but while bowing; since he said he was a king, she figured she should respect him as one.
Bianca: Pardon me, your majesty, but I was about to tell you my name when you interrupted me.
The Mouseking raised his eyebrows because the girl addressed him as royalty, but he shook off that thought and sneered.
Although Bianca was feeling tense; she took care of the rodent when he was at his worst. Now this time, it was the thankless mouse's attitude that was at its worst. She thought all that rage was not good for anyone.
Bianca: Perhaps, your majesty, if you weren't so angry, you would enjoy showing manners.
But the rodent merely snarled at that remark.
The Mouseking: Manners..? Manners!? (Scoffs) The Mouseking doesn't need manner
Jealousy: Germany x ReaderGermany watched silently as you tended to the scabbed knee of a crying Italy, his baby blue eyes narrowing slightly. "It's going to be okay, Italy," you said gently, rubbing medicine on to the wounded knee and placing a smiley-faced band-aide on top of it.Jealousy: Germany x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A soft smile curled your lips upward as Italy stopped crying, inspecting the now treated knee with wonder clear in his eyes. "See? All better now." You patted Italy’s shoulder and was instantly enveloped into a hug of gratitude, one you responded to after a moment of shock had passed.
Turning away from the sight, Germany clenched his hands into tight fists, his body nearly trembling with rage. He looked back one last time before walking away, the cold, bitter sting of jealousy in his heart.
FranceXReader- Snails.FranceXReader- Snails.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred what appeared to be his heavenly omelettes.
You yawned again and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before nodding in agreement and walking outside the door towards the mailbox.
The morning was always so calm at the house you and Francis lived in. The roses he and you planted the year you moved here to your first home went from being small
The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 21The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 214 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Twenty-One: Ghostly Royalty
Smidgen's paws and head peeped out from within the jewelry chest and with gaining his sights on the apparition of the Mousequeen, the little mouse let out a terrified squeak and quickly closed it again.
The once, two-toned gray, petite monarch was now a translucent green. Even her robe and gloves were the same creepy pigment. Her hollow, bright lime eyes remained fixated at her son, who remained wide eyed, with his paws in his gaping, beige mouth.
The Mouseking stared back at his ghostly Mother. He held his breath and tried to remain still but couldn't his knees were shaking.
Remember when the King of Mice said nothing scared him..?
The Mouseking: (Nervous) Momzie?
The Mousequeen: Who did you expect, the Sugar Plum Fairy?
Her voice had an eerie echo sound to it which didn't help to lighten the reunion between royalties. The big mouse finally blinked but was still shocked and alarmed.
The Mouseking: (Paws still in his mouth; sta
Let's play Dress UpLet’s play Dress UpLet's play Dress Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I’ll play as someone Happy
Let’s dress Up
And let this all… wash down.
Let’s make it Halloween today!
Let’s, you and me, switch roles.
Stop smiling like you know what I’m about to do,
You shouldn’t be happy you know.
It’s your job to stay inside and be sad,
I’ll play you, today.
Don’t let anyone see you!
There can’t be two of us, of you, of me.
While I’m you,
You have to make sure no one sees you.
Don’t peek out of the windows, okay?
If you accidentally show yourself, I won’t forgive you.
A game isn’t fun if you can’t follow the rules.
Life’s a game y’know?
Just stay inside and try to not make a sound,
I can still hear you,
Don’t do that.
I’ll be back,
Just let me enjoy myself
Or at least pretend to.
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey! That’s not fair, get
War And PeaceAtrocite after disaster, guns bombing runs and endless siren drones.War And Peace5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fill the ears of the people, of the visitors to the palace of hell.
No flashing blues or sounding twos are able to halt the juggernaut.
That is progression, depression, obsession, recession, deflation.
The coffers never fill and bottom out repeated times with the constant levels
Of taxation and correction, with the ability to do something good
But it lies unused, dead and broken by the side of the road
Waiting for the next time that the world turns to find the gold.
Waiting, toes are swollen, feet hot, mind buzzing with the modern lust for life
As it races paces and traces the tracks and pathways taken by man.
On the endless quest to find the everlasting light beyond the horizon
Giving us hope, dreams, images, colour, fight, power, life, death.
Drop your weapons, the world can fight it's own battle, in the end the force of nature will win.
And send us all to pasture on fields of flanders flowers.
Bright red, where the
Who was the seme? mattXmelloWho was the seme? mattXmello8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
seme: on top
uke: on the bottom
emo: Matt- err, depressed person
chibi: a small person
"hi, I'm mello.": Mello
"Yo... I'm Matt...": Matt
"Near desu...": Near
"MattXMello deeeesuuuu+3+ ": the love couple!
Who was seme!?
"Hn....Mello......Mello......Oi! The phone's ringing....."
"Hnnnn......... I don't feel like standing up.... Matt, you get it....."
"Dun... wanna...........ah.... they hung up......huh..... If it's important, they'll call back, neh?............uurrgghhh..... My head....."
Mat snuggled back against Mello with a smile on his face.
Both guys made their way to the other side of the bed, opposite of eachother, as fast as possible.
"Matt, wtf are you doing in my bed!!?"
"Who gives a crap!? Pull on some cloths, will you!?"
Both Matt and Mello searched for their pants, but they were nowhere to be found.
"ARGH! What happened!?
Inaction and ReactionInaction and Reaction11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This demon's taken control of me
I curse myself and my incapability
I wish, I hope, to go back to the day
When I didn't care about it, either way
Why are my thoughts so out of place?
Mayhap it's someone else with my face
Punish me, now, for I spit and I curse
It feels so bad, and I want it to be worse
I look for a way out of all this
Shadows hide me, my courage I miss
I see it there, my eyes it will haunt
I look for the moment when I can taunt
It looks away for a moment or three
I wait for too long, cannot get free
It holds me
It molds me
It makes me
It takes me
Possession is nine-tenths, don't you see?
Depression is deep and wont let me be
Regression perhaps is the way, but
Dispassion makes all those doors shut
Displacement causes me to sit and stare
Abasement is the punishment that I share
Chastisement is something I have heard
The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 2The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Two: A Faithful Request
Bianca breathed quickly as she rushed home as fast as she could move through the snow. Her hands cradling her coat, bundled with the severely injured mouse within it. The girl knew the animal was barely clinging on to life but as of now, he was here and he needed help now.
Once she arrived near her house, Bianca stopped running and started to walk very fast. The girl was hoping 'she' was not at home and her Father was, but
Woman's voice: (Calling out) Miss Bianca! Why are you home so early?
No such luck.
Ms. Francis tapped her flat healed shoe as she stood by the front door, anxious to get away from the cool wind loosening her tightly bun black hair. The mid-fifties, stout woman, beckoned her hand to the child inside. Bianca came in quietly and the housekeeper closed the door.
Ms. Francis: (Tidying her bun) Normally you stay longer at your Aunt and Uncles' residence to converse with Clara. Why such a brief visitation?
The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 28The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 284 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Revenge's End
Previously, before Hans and Clara were ambushed on the fruitcake bridge by the mice, Bianca was sobbing; her back leaning against the bolted, heavy, cookie carved door that kept her confined in Gingerbread Castle's tower. She had given up calling for someone who was no longer there and was devastated on what was going to happen between the ones she cared about
The young girl heard distant yelling. The voices were of Hans and King Arthur. She couldn't make out the precise argument but it didn't sound good. Fighting NEVER sounds good!
Even though Bianca was the one that was locked in the tower, it was Clara and Hans that truly needed the rescuing. And feeling completely helpless to help, the girl slumped down to the marzipan flooring and door, covering her face and weeping more than ever.
On the other side of the tower's door, guarding the child was Smidgen. He was at first, marching to and fro, trying to be the best Guard-mouse he could be
The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 3The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: Chosen Journey
Worried and waiting, Bianca sat in a pallor chair as Doctor Johnson tended to the rescued mouse. He asked her to stay put until he called for her.
The young girl fidgets with her long braid as her eyes went to and fro from the grandfather clock, then towards the kitchen. She closed her eyes and decided to stop counting the minutes that seem to be taking forever to go by.
About an hour later, her Father comes into the room while drying his washed hands. He put down the dish cloth and gestured for his daughter to follow him. She looked up at him; and knowing what she was going to ask, the man responded by giving a small smile.
The relieved child quietly walked in the kitchen with her Father and viewed the large sleeping rodent lying on a fresh medical linen that Doctor Johnson placed over the table and its old cloth.
Doctor Johnson: It's a good thing Ms. Francis isn't present to witness a mouse on the table... (Chuckles) Could you imagine the look on her f
The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 12The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Twelve: A Special Reminder
That afternoon, the Mouseking was standing on the top book shelf of Bianca's tall cabinet, testing his strength by picking up the thickest books. The grunting large mouse stresses a little, but manages to hold several big books one by one over his head, and throw them to the other side of the bedroom's floor. He took a proud deep breath; he was quite impressed with himself with his fast results of getting better.
The rodent climbed down to the last shelf where the stuff bears were displayed. The mouse stared intently at one wearing a red vest. He held it by its neck; the rodent's mind changed the furry face of the white toy with button nose and glass eyes; to a wooden one with black hair, rosy cheeks, cork nose, and blue painted eyes the Nutcracker Prince.
With a grunted snarl, he gave it a hard kick, sending the toy across the room till it hit the large window and fell to the wooden floor. The Mouseking narrowed his eyes at the window; set at o
The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 18The Mouseking's Tale: Chap 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eighteen: Unity of Uncertainty
Loud voice: MISS BIANCA!! MISS BIANCA!! PLEASE RISE PROMPTLY!!
The slumbering young girl felt a hand shaking her shoulder and the excited tone snapped her wide awake instantly.
Bianca quickly sat up in bed and was startled to see Ms. Francis in her room the panicky housekeeper looked more nervous than she was. Had Ms. Francis caught sights of him? The child hoped the woman's heavy footsteps alerted the mouse to hide again.
Bianca: Ms., Ms. Francis! What (Looks around the room) is the matter?
Ms. Francis: (Anxious) No time to elaborate, young lady! Please follow me out of your bed chamber, (Loudly) QUICKLY!!
Apparently the older woman's motto about proper ladies not shouting did not imply this morning.
Ms. Francis' outcries caught the ears of the girl's Father, who came to the room as the housekeeper was trying to coax his daughter from her bed.
Doctor Johnson rushed in and patted the fretting woman's back.
Doctor Johnson: M
Copley HillCopley Hill4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Steamin' up on Copley Hill
I could see the signal light
Wind was blowing, whistle shrill
Scotsman flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Chuffed by fast, I heard a voice
Standing pushing every valve
I had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
I just had to trust imagination
My pistons going shoom shoom shoom
"Son," he said "Grab your trucks
I've come to take you home."
To keep in silence I was foiled
My friends would think I was a butt
Turning from coal straight to oil
Open tracks would soon be shunt
So I went from day to day
Tho' my rods were more like struts
'Till I thought of what I'd say
Which branch line I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I chuffed right out of my own livery
My pistons going shoom shoom shoom
"Hey," he said "Grab your trucks
I've come to take you home."
(Back home to Crewe.)
When dispatchers spin their nets
I'm never where I want to be
And controller he does sweat
When I think that I am free
Watched by retired steamer vet
My Darkest HourMy Darkest Hour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Darkest Hour
I've become lost
In my sundered reflection
I've finally crossed
The line of desperation
I sense something sinister
Something that is beyond cruel
My tears seem to hinder
Ready to break down soon
The darkness is always waiting
To rule / To conquer
To swallow / To devour
To return / To overpower
The shadows are always lurking
As I cry / As I weep
As I beg / As I plead
As I fall / As I grieve
The blinding fear is consuming
My anxiety-infected veins pour
I'm beyond weak
I don't want to be afraid anymore
Let me bleed
This is the only way out
A perfect exit for a coward
No longer am I bound
I couldn't survive my darkest hour
alannahlilting clouds in your glass of cabernetalannah4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are imagined weather conversations
with people you used to know,
used to know pretty well and
whether you should have left
the way that you did
all carpet bags and old clothes
the fog funneled through
holes in the train windows like
burned down cigarettes
you light your own and think
remembering is muscle
stretched taut over bone
The Power Of The NightSalute the night.The Power Of The Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night gives you money.
The night gives you freedom of expression
Sing praises to the moon.
It reflects light upon your door.
It provides the beacon in the dark brightly shining
Since the year dot for evermore.
March through streetlight.
It gives you that vital piece of mind.
That you are alone, not being watched by eyes unheard.
Time to let go and unwind.
Marvel at the day sleepers.
Tell yourself you'll never be part of that crowd.
Slogging their guts out working their printless fingers to the bone.
Making their buck once the field is ploughed.
Stand in awe at the stars.
Bright as diamonds in a deep blue sky.
Thousands of the smallest flames from the great fire of all eternity.
Providing joy to your eye.
Watch the sun peek over the horizon.
Turning things steadily brighter
Look upon yourself with a new sense of self vision.
Telling yourself, you're a fighter.
Watch yet another sun rise.
Silhouetting the city's tall gloomy skyline.
For it's yet
I.R.W.S Episode 1The Industrial Railway SeriesI.R.W.S Episode 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andrew and the Slagheap
The steelworks on the Colshire Industrial Railway is a very busy place. Ore is brought down from the mines and from trains using the mainline, before being delivered to the blast-furnaces to be melted and made into steel, before being cast and forges into girders, chains, rails and other things for the factories further down the line. This process unfortunately often brings about impurities in the metal, like stones or soil, called 'slag'. These are removed in the smelting process, before being taken away in trucks to be delivered to what the workmen call 'Mount Slag', a giant pile of mud, soil and stones that have been melted down in the iron ore.
A big tank engine called Andrew usually does this job. It is dirty and often dangerous, but Andrew doesn't often mind. He likes the challenge of taking the red-hot wagons up the steep hill to dump it down the hillside of Mount Slag. However, the slag has been allowed to build up over a lo
Dance With MeDance With MeDance With Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you teach me how to dance
Show me each step and stance,
I want to dance with you away
Into a brighter day,
Let us waltz across the room
Just like we're bride and groom,
Let us dance over the sea
Across the stars and moonbeams,
Let us sway into the night
Where we're painted in silver light,
Let us dance through the fire
As we make a path of desire,
Let us sway into the stars
A tango set us free from pain,
And samba brings us through the rain
Let us dance until the end
Forever I'll hold your hand,
The only rhythm that we need
Is your steady heart beat,
The songs of love only we hear
Tenderly in each others ear,
And we both know it is true
As we both whisper, "I love you."
SmileSmile2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath this bandage,
Is a terrible sight,
I wish I didn't turn,
To fill you with fright.
Half of my face,
Burnt and bruised,
A sacrifice in which that was used.
A walking corpse,
I now lay dead,
Brought back by a curse,
I see a light ahead
What 'happened in the past',
Before I met you,
Before I fell in love,
With eyes so blue
Now surrounded by flames,
The wood begins to burn,
'He' is a monster,
and will never learn
'Goodbye' I said,
A with a kiss,
The door opens
For you to dismiss
A day to live
Y et another to come
A Hope to see your face in the Sun
StormwalkerStormwalker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tread harshly on my nightmares
Make all my fears disappear
Hold me close, my rainstopper
So I won't be alone...anymore
A night like tonight-
It'll be alright
Tears seem to fly-
Within glistening light
Relieve thy tired heart
Put thy pain in my arms
Allow those woes to depart
The strong are the weak ones / Once the damage is finally done
Crack and shatter my soul / My protected tears are no more
Don't let my sympathy be wasted / My morals won't become faded
I'm leaving my heart open / Don't let yourself worsen
I will always care / I will always be here
This is what I will always be / The vanquisher of your agony
A day like today
You'll be okay
Bathe in this sunshine
Doubts will ignite
Recover thy power
You survived t
The Engine RoomThe Engine RoomThe Engine Room5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Put your backs into it lads!", was one of many encouraging phrases that carried around the engine room, barely audible over the roar of the fires, the clanging of machinery hard at work and the bellowed hiss of escaping steam. Groups of a dozen men tended each of the air-dreadnought's five mighty boilers, throwing large shovelfuls of the finest Artorian coal into the hell-like furnaces, whilst an army of engineers scaled the ladders that ran up and down the vast cylinders of the ship's engines, stopping at each level to adjust the valves and levers that seemed to cover the gigantic machines like some sort of skin-disease, make notes of the gauges or simply to mop up an oil spill.
Everything in the engine room seemed to be covered in a fine layer of coal dust and oil that would always re-appear five minutes after cleaning. Still, it was the captain's orders to keep everything as clean as possible. Young lads with steel barrows mounted on rails on the engine-room floor h