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Host Episode 1: Transform and... Walk Out Pt. 1“Okay…”
Wait for it, wait for it…
“We can easily overpower them as soon as they cross around that bend. Everyone understand?”
Everyone did, times over. All of them nodded except one, his large, blue opticals too focused on the bend. The one who kept speaking, a large sharp bot, frowned at him. Around the small group, the cavern was black and much too cramped for five bots of their size.
The sharp bot laughed. “Oh, how we have hungered for this moment…”
Across the tunnel, the large-eyed bot caught a glimpse of shining blue up high, intermingled with a shining pink down below. He squinted, and he caught another glimpse, merely fleeting, but not a mirage, either.
He turned back to the others for the first time, and raised ten fingers.
He glanced back through the purple-soaked haze in front of him. The fleeting solidified into beams of color. A finger dropped.
The four other bots bristled around him. They were cramped in s
Truffula Sniffles Pt. 2There were no words to describe the feeling that ran through the Lorax when he realized he hadn't heard the thwack of a fallen Truffula tree for a full day. He realized this, paused, and turned to survey the huge factory Once-ler had built up in the last few months. Smogulous smoke still wafted from the top, but it was nothing close to the extent it had been only days before. Vans still drove off the premises to deliver thneeds, but there were nowhere near as many as before.
His heart sank just a tiny bit as he realized this could mean two things, really. Either something was going very right, or something had gone wrong.
He hoped with all his heart that it was the former.
With a backward glance at the shivering, choking animals behind him, he made his way up to the factory for the first time. His current duty was to the helpless creatures of the forest before anything else, and he'd had his hands much too full with them to expend all his energy on trying to even get near Once-ler when
The Mother's Day PhotographThere are three men and one woman in the photograph, and not one of them looks happy. It stands in such stark contrast to the other photos in the file labeled 'May 13, Mother's Day' that the officer has to pause and drop her professional mask, just for a second.
The file had been such a nice break from the others- full of pictures of people laughing, full of adorable little crayon-drawn cards, and devoid of the usual scientific banter that was beginning to make her eyes just a bit sore- at least, it had been a nice break before she'd gotten to the picture. It fills her with the overwhelming sense of sorrow even at first glance, and she can't imagine what turn of events could have possibly left such a broken, dismal bunch on mother's day. Even the background appears washed out in comparison to the bright, cheerful pictures that had come before it.
One of the men has this look of primal anger as he glares at the camera, arms folded, hair uncut and uncombed. The man next
The Animal Custody Battle Book"Mr. Once-ler, Mr. Once-ler," the high, almost stereotypical secretary voice emanated from the very walls of the thneed's creator's office. "You have a visitor requesting entrance. You have a visitor requesting entrance."
The Once-ler sighed, glancing up from the plans he'd been joyfully revising just moments before. "Who?" He always hated being interrupted the most when he was trying to draw.
"The divorce attorney, sir."
The divorce attorney
"Crap. I mean great. Send him in." The divorce attorney never had been and never would be one of his favorite people. This whole divorce business had been messy, and long, and hard, and very possibly not worth it at all. But when he thought like that he always tried to picture the Lorax in his head, and that always reminded him that it was worth it.
But that didn't make it any less annoying when one issue was settled and there was the attorney again, with something else to complain about. Once-ler figured it was the Lorax's annoying li
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.
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.
Never Too LateThe sky looked less purple and polluted than it had in years, and the sun streamed through the window on the day of the Once-ler's wedding. He awoke alone, without the warm fuzz feeling he'd grown used to being at his side in the previous weeks, and shivered, reminded of the decades he'd spent alone, booby-trapping his house and watching as the land outside slowly crumbled and rusted into nothing. But he was calmed in seconds, for there was the sun streaming through the open window, and there was the sound of babbling downstairs between his visitors and his son, who'd let them in.
One of the many joys that had come with the reappearance of the trees and the Lorax was his son, William, who he'd always known existed but had never seen. One of the many thoughts he'd tortured himself with over the years were thoughts of what the kid could be like- the two ones that hurt him the most being one who had orange hair and hated him, who could never forgive him, and a black-haired one who was exa
Truffula SnifflesThe first time it happened was when Once-ler got sick.
He had gone out every day for a week at that point trying to sell the first thneed, the first solid version of the creation he'd been dreaming of for years. It hadn't gone yet, but that was okay. Success wasn't an overnight thing. So he just kept going every day, waiting for that one person who would finally open the door on his dream forever.
Then, when he hit the week mark, he got up as normal, began to reach for his clothes, took one look around, and fell back on the bed. The world swam around in his vision and breathing suddenly became an enormous effort.
He gave a cough. "Okay. That was weird. Time to sell some thneeds. Up we go!"
He sat up, began to reach for his clothes, took one look around, and fell back on the bed. The world was still swimming, breathing was still an enormous effort, and he coughed again.
"Okay," he reasoned, slipping back under his covers. "Maybe I can just sell it tomorrow."
It was undeniable that he wa
The Lorax Comes BackAt the far end of town
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
Tunes and Fairy TalesNo one had a more beautiful singing voice than Mr. Rowan Everdeen. And no one, not even the young merchant's daughter who eventually married him, knew that better than Mr. Maize Mellark.
It was that gorgeous voice he was waiting for, after all, on a day that was bright and hot, but not humid. It was one of those days that made the merchant kids complain, the Seam kids excited, and the bakers barely even notice the difference from indoors and outdoors. It wasn't Maize's turn with the ovens, so he was outside, lugging supplies like flour to wherever they were needed. This was his least favorite job, so he was making like the usual merchant kid on the day, complaining to himself about whatever came to mind.
Just because I'm the oldest doesn't mean I'm the strongest. They know I can handle the heat in there. They know I'm the best with the ovens. I bet they wait until they get the heaviest load to give me this job, too. Just to make me mad.
His face was blank, unreadable, but his mi
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies Prize
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies
Mattie or Matthew turned to see a girl with (hair/length) (hair/color) hair and (eye/color) eye running toward him. He waited for her to get to him and catch her breath. When she did she smiled at him.
“I did it” she says holding up a paper
“Did what (Name)?” he asks
“I signed up for the food fair and got the country I wanted” (Name) answers
“Cool, which country did you chose?” he asks curiously
“Canada” she says simply
Matthews’s cheeks turn pink.
“What are you going to make?” he asks
“I have a bunch of maple flavored recipes I’m going to make and I have already started the info poster”
“I can help you if you want”
“No thanks, I want it to be a surprise”
(Name) winks at him the strolls away. After that Matthew barely saw (Name). She would wave at him, they would talk for a bit then she would leave and whenever he as
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: Battle
The Mystery Machine was driving down a bleak road in the middle of the forest. Shaggy and Scooby had to do all of the Mystery Solving, since the rest of the gang was on a vacation. They were looking for a rest stop, or, at least, a place to eat. Scooby had eaten all of their food for the trip.
"Jeez, Scoob, why do I have a feeling this might be more difficult without Fred, Daphine, and Velma?"
"Raggy, look, a sign!"
The sign spoke of an exit, about half a mile away. Shaggy stopped for a minute and examined the sign.
"On exit five, turn left, and you will find a small town, home of Freddy Fazbear's pizzerea. This famed Pizza restaurant makes some of the best Pizza 'round. Though make sure to leave by closing, as the restaurant is not responsible for any dismemberment and mutilation."
Scooby ran up to the window closest to Shaggy.
"Rid you say Pizza?"
"Yeah, Scoob! Let's go there, and besides, I wasn't paying attention at that last part anyways!"
Shaggy leapt into the front seat, and sta
A Letter from your SongsAnother oldie... Not a poem this time, but a letter written to song artist Stevie Nicks, (who has been a favorite of mine and a big inspiration to me for a very long time...since my teen years).
The letter is written to her using her songs. (which are shown in bold)
Has anyone ever written anything for you?
I have, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for: The beginning of The dance. For being there at the Edge of seventeen of my life. For showing me the sparkling beauty of the Silver spring. For the contrast of Leather and lace . For introducing me to Sarah. For embracing the world within your Dreams . For knowing your Destiny : and being the Kind of woman that you are; giving, Unconditional love. Even though Outside the rain wreaked
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)(WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a man turning into a woman. If this puts you off, feel free to pass this up.)
The Pogona Institution for the Magically Inclined; call it your real-world Hogwarts equivalent if you will. This was a prestigious college, located in far off in the Canadian wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and mirror-like lakes, beyond which the snow-covered mountains rise to dominate the skyline. The college itself was not unlike your modern campus grounds, only it featured more of an elegant decor than most other public educational establishments. Despite the absolutely beautiful view, this school was particularly private, and only those who prove themselves to be truly capable of wielding arcane forces are allowed to enter. This process is full of all sorts of challenges and troubles, but some people manage to make it in by the skin of their neck. Two such people are new students Aaron and Bennett, who had just enrolled a week ago.
America x reader: late night grocery shoppingI do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old, you are England's child
I felt my arm being shaken. "Hey...hey (name)...wake up!" I heard an American voice whisper. I opened my eyes slightly. "Alfie what time is it...and how did you get into England's house?" I groaned. "I picked the lock...come with me to the grocery store!" He said. I leaned up. "Okay...why?" I asked lazily throwing my feet over the bedside. "Because I ran out of coke and I need more but I don't wanna go alone." He said. I nodded as I tugged on a hoodie and held my arms up. "Carry me." I said. Alfred laughed and let me hop onto his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched everything move by me. Soon we got to the car and he put me in the passenger seat.
We drove quickly to the grocery store, however I didn't get to be carried because an angry woman yelled at us when we walked in with me on his back. So Alfred got a cart and let me sit in it. "Dang...someone needs a happy meal." Alfred said in a snappy t
Death followed my father home.Death bought a new pair of shoes from my father. It left and hit a woman right in front of my father’s store. It dragged her thirty feet across the parking lot before speeding off, leaving her to bleed in front of Target. It brought my father out of his shoe store to direct traffic around the body, blood trickling against his shoes. It tapped the shoulder of an employee with CPR training. It got blood all over his clothes and sent him home early for the day when there was nothing he could do.
Death followed my father home. It called my father’s cell phone with an invitation he couldn’t turn down. It put a new playlist in my father’s Pandora shuffle that brought him to tears. It picked out the finest formal wear my father owned and laid it on the bed. It cancelled the plans my father had with his grandson.
Death gave my nephew an empty balloon. My father took it away before he could choke. It wheezed a skeletal laugh and patted the boy on the head.
Rentals"And that's how I ended up on this shelf!" I made sure to say with a smile on my face. The man across from me just tilted his head in confusion. "Is something still wrong? I thought I did a pretty good job at explaining why my head is here."
"Yeah, but..." he said while crossing his arms. He seemed to be at a loss for words. "Okay, I get that you're only being rented out and not actually for sale. But why are you actually.. ya know.. on?"
"What?" It took me a second to realize what he meant. But I got it. "Oh! Well that's easy. Since I volunteered for this, I'm left on so I can let people know why my head isn't for sale. I uh, hold on." I needed to blow my hair out of my face, since my hands were else where in the store. I wasn't getting much done, but thankfully the customer brushed my black hair behind my ear and out of my hair. "Thank you! Now where was I? Oh right. Normally there are a lot more rental heads out on display, but we are near closing time and I seem to be the last one
My Only Brother My Only Brother
Syrus leaned against the lighthouse where his brother usually stood... usually. He couldn't now,and it was all Syrus's fault. Or so he thought. It was also some other people's fault. There was Cammilla, for doing it in the first place, Chancellor Sheppard for giving him a key, and Dr.Crowler's for losing the first time. Syrus's eyes blurred up again. He was crying. He felt worse when he cried. When he cried it meant he was completely utterly miserable. But he already was miserable. Who wouldn't be? If their sibling got turned into a doll they'd be miserable too. But it didn't happen to someone else's sibling, it happened to Zane! Syrus was now mad. Mostly at himself. He got u
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