Oncie and the Once-ler: a fanficAs soon as the first tree went down, the Lorax knew there would be trouble. A tall, handsome (lolz, had to throw that in there XD) young man had cut down a truffla tree! One of his trees!More Like This
The man turned to look at the Lorax. "Oh, hi there! Your so cute!" He said, and smiled.
"My name is the Lorax, and I speak for the trees! What have you done?!"
"Oh. I cut down that tree to make my thneed."
"A thneed? What on earth is a thneed? And who are you, anyway?"
"I am The Once-ler! But sometimes my friends call me Oncie. And a thneed is amazing! Everyone needs a thneed! I'm going to become a billionaire selling my thneeds."
The Lorax glared at him. He could sense something terrible would happen if he let this strange man stay here.
"You have to leave! Right now!"
Oncie stared down at him. "There's no way I'm leaving now, I just got here! And I have to make my thneeds!"
"You're bad for the forest, I can tell!" The Lorax growled. "In fact, I can prove you are!"
"Oh, yeah? How
a present for you -oncest- Oncie squealed in happiness; Greedy's present was finally done! He snuggled the object close to his chest and squeaked again. Greedy was just going to love it! Or, at least, he hoped he would. He put the gift in a small cardboard box and set about wrapping it in shiny green wrapping paper patterned with dollar signs. When that was done, he tied green ribbon with gold flakes around the box, until it resembled a Christmas present of sorts. He then popped a huge green bow on the very top and stood back to admire his handywork.More Like This
It certainly wasn't the best wrapping job ever to be done, but it would do, he decided. Now all he had to do was wait for Greedy to get home. He knew that would be a while, so he set his gift behind the couch where he wouldn't find it, and curled up for a nap.
About an hour or so later, Greedy finally came back from work; he fumbled with the giant set of keys he had to carry with him a
-oncest fluff- Oncie sighed contently to himself as he stretched and climbed out of bed, casting a look over his shoulder at his still-sleeping partner. He smiled softly. Greedy looked cute when he was asleep-all curled in on himself and blowing little spit bubbles. He Hunted around for something to wear and pulled on Greedy's pants over his pancake-patterned boxers. Perfect fit. Well, they were tailor-made for him, of course.More Like This
He walked out of the room and sat down on the couch, pulling out his knitting needles. It was manly-knitting time. He a half-finished green and pink striped scarf pooled into his lap. It was for his Greedy, of course. But he'd gone back to using regular yarn instead of Truffla tufts. It took a long time for them to grow back and he was not ripping down any more trees.
He hummed a little as he knitted, skillfully adding more and more to the scarf. He could go on like this for hours. It was great just to relax and do someth
100 Themes Challenge - #36: Dreamer - McPricely"H-Hello?! Is anyone there?!”More Like This
The words yelled out by a very frantic and shaken Elder McKinley seem to just echo uselessly off the walls of the pit he had been into; their message for help getting lost in the flames surrounding him. The nicely groomed man then bit the bottom of his lip in nervousness, utterly clueless to where he was and how he got there, but out of the blue, the realization of what was happening seemed to crash upon him.
“This...this is a hell dream!” McKinley exclaimed; his breathing becoming a bit more rapid. “But….I….I don’t understand…”
“Oh, of course you do.”
The familiar, slightly purred voice nearly causes McKinley to jump a foot in the air out of surprise. He then whips around to identify the speaker, inwardly expecting it to be a demon or lucifer due to previous hell dreams he had, but see that it was...it was…
“Elder Price?!” McKinley shrieks.
Indeed, standing mere inc