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PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! A Promise Kiss. If there was one thing Mickey couldn’t stand, it was a woman crying. The fact that it was Minnie crying made it a hundred times worse. Each pitiful sob she choked out was another knife twisted into his heart. If he had been made out of softer stuff, he might have been tearing up as well, but this was silly. He finally glanced behind him, trying to pretend as if every tear shed wasn’t killing him. “This is some way ta see me off.” He muttered, perhaps thinking if he could at least make her angry, she would stop crying. He’d rather have her

The discovery of the blown out candle and the toll it had on  her body came together in seconds. When Osvaldo had vanished, she’d already dropped to the floor, candies spilling everywhere. She clutched her chest, and her heart came to a stop. Her body writhed in pain, nails digging into her dress, and hot tears flooding her eyes. She couldn’t breathe, so she could not speak or cry out. The pain in her body matched the pain in her heart – the dead would not be allowed to rest in peace, and those that deserved to be remembered would be lost forever. Humanity had the right to be happy, and now that chance was gone. Memories we

Long, long ago, when this world was fresh and new, the Candlemaker create his first candles. Plants, animals, humans, all that could live started their lives here. The Candlemaker was pleased with his work, but he soon realized that these lives could not last forever – the earth simply wouldn’t have the space for all those future generations. The living deserved a place for when they were no longer living. However, the Candlemaker did not know what this place should be. He ultimately decided to ask the humans for their ideas. Now as you know, Mexico is the center of the universe, and this is where humanity first blossomed. In a t

The museum was ready to close up for the day. The lights shut off one by one, and the tour guides bid each other a good night. The security was lax, which was no one noticed the small figure outside pressed up against the exterior of the museum. That was the intent, of course. She didn’t want to be seen – not yet. She held her breath, watching the moving shadows behind the glass doors. She waited as they faded, perhaps taking a back entrance. Now was a good chance. She moved slowly against the wall, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. There was the ‘trick wall’, a delightful illusion, just as described by h

Minnie’s voice was barely above a whisper. “What?” She had tried to stay away from the doors, fearing what was on the opposite side, and had sat where Cinderella was supposed to sit, her tiny legs dangling. “Why didn’t you tell me anythin’ about this!” Mickey slammed his hands on the door, needing to feel something besides fear for once, even if it was a ridiculous bout of anger. “We never, ever, ever host a day in the club without talkin’ ta each other! All the acts, all the cartoon shorts, we always talk it over first! I know I’m not that bright, but… but I thought what I th

Maybe this was a bad dream. A nightmare, it could definitely be a nightmare. Any moment now, Pluto would lick Mickey’s face, causing him to wake up. Then he could spend the day getting ready for the party, and trying to think of the best way to ask Minnie about why she invited Mister Pumpkin and Missus Gourd without asking him about it. They’d settle the argument, dance romantically under candlelight, and then find a private place to kiss and cuddle and enjoy Halloween as a couple could. Yet for all the pinches Mickey gave to his arm, the night stayed the same, and nothing changed. Donald and Daisy were gone to who knows where, a

“Do you really think we can pull it off…?” “Of course. Just leave it to me, my dear… all of our good friends are going to enjoy our little surprise. It’ll be a scream.” ~*~ Normally, if Minnie Mouse had the chance to try on a new dress, she’d revel in its beauty, grasping it in her hands and twirling it around, reflecting in the joy of another’s handiwork. Yet here she sat, in a brand new dress, a lovely one, but she only sat in front of the mirror, lips pursed and face dejected. She was being silly, she knew it, but feelings of disappointment and frustration were not easily shooed away

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! The balcony outside of the princess’s room was fitted with stairs to the side, so if she wished, she could go into the wet gardens. Tonight she had no interest in such an activity, and instead kept her eyes on the wide moon up in the sky. When the moon was like this, the Moon Kingdom’s people believed that the Moon God, the wise Rabbit, could hear the prayers of its people. Until this point, Minnie had never prayed to the Rabbit for anything. What could she possibly want? She had her dear mother, a wonderful friend, and as a princess she was constantly provided for her. Be

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! She was insufferable, that was the word he liked. He had picked up in Advanced English, and it suited his idea of Minnie perfectly. Insufferable - And oh, how she had made him suffer! Calling him short! He was NOT SHORT, and he’d tell that to his fellow Student Council members every hour of every day until they agreed with him. He was young, a high schooler, there was plenty of time for him to grow! And he felt he would tower over her soon, just out of sheer spite. Short! Him! The very idea… Ever since Pete had mercilessly mocked Mickey’s failure to join the basketb