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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

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

I know, because I have a black friend. I am a racist who once said 'hi' to a black man. I didn't think anyone would take offense. You are a wuss who is too easily offended. I was just kidding, it was only a small joke. Think anyone will believe me if I play pretend? I think I know what is best for you all. You're wrong and you will always be wrong. It was all a social experiment, one big test. When it comes to being a dick, I am the best.

“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

The next morning, the monks, plus Jack, headed for the dining room, their stomachs growling for the anticipation of breakfast. "Hey, Kimiko." Raimundo snapped, glaring over at her. "Make sure to tell your pet not to steal any of our food today." "First of all, he's not my pet!" Kimiko pointed her finger in Raimundo's face, eyes narrowed. "Second of all, he wouldn't have to steal anything if you learned some manners, and shared!" "Come on, guys, it's too early to fight." Clay groaned, rubbing his temples. Omi silently nodded next to him. Kimiko huffed, and then grabbed Jack's hand. "Who's arguing? I'm not arguing." Jack blinked, following

13. Misfortune So maybe I've been following her home. So maybe I've been asking everyone about her. So maybe, just maybe, I've been thinking of her night and day. Does that make me a stalker? On second thought, don't answer that. Frankly, I don't care what you think. I've been not caring about a lot of things lately…none of it just seems to matter. Nothing's come to me, since I saw that pretty face. Hard to explain, you know? Never thought it'd happen to me. My old man, he always said 'Behind every great man, is a great chick'. Damn, he is right. I mean, this girl, she is GREAT. Flawless, I'd say. Kitty, she's called. Which is so damn

"Good morning class." The teacher announced, watching the beady eyes of his terrified students very carefully. "And by no means do I mean that it is a good morning, that is just a standard routine." He let a malicious grin spread across his face, and enjoyed the collective gulp of his frightened children. "Today is Thursday! Which begins with a T! Does anyone else know what begins with the letter T?" "Toad dissection?" the African-American genius asked, known as AJ. "Trumpets?" asked the blonde brace-faced boy, who was called Chester. "Trixie Tang?" The bucktoothed pink-hat wearing boy dubbed Timmy asked hopefully. "While somewhat correct

I have little respect for my fellow warriors. Yet, odd as it may sound, the bumbling fool Snipe actually said something rather wise, not too long ago. We had taken over a small Terra, secluded for the fact it held Atmos's only insane asylum. As we shipped prisoners away, the lummox was startled to see normal personalities flickering the radicals. "How do you know someone's insane?" he asked his sister, adding on before she could reply."And how do we know if we're sane? You could be crazy and not even know it." While Ravess smacked him upside the head, he actually gave me something to think over. It was a matter of judgment. One person's sa

"Ahaha! You should see the look on your face! Come, tell me that wasn't a beautiful surprise!" "I will do nothing of the sort. You've exceeded my expectations. Had I known you were so good at surprises, I would have been much more comfortable with that runaway piece." "This again? Very well, let's see him again. If it becomes too much, we'll reign him in." ~*~ Though the Captain had many good memories of his mother, the memory that always stood out was the very last time he had seen her. She laid on the floor of their humble home, a stranger's brutal hands on her throat, and her voice becoming shallower with each last scream. The young bo

The fire from the Rodawn theater didn't take long to touch upon adjacent buildings, sending the city into fear. The wealthy were forced to pick what possessions they valued most before fleeing their homes, while those without possessions to pick were able to help others evacuate friends faster. Water tanks on wheels and firefighters on crotchety small engines arrived as fast as they could, shouting for volunteers to aid them, unable to catch up with the speed of the flames on their own. There was no time to cry over lost valuables when every hand was needed. One of the few places the fire had yet to reach was the remains of the school where

Of course by now you're wondering what I meant when I said I think I died. It's one of the few points I'm trying to debate over in my mind because I'm not sure. That bullet went through my brain, I fell and bled and the world did grow dark. Yet my eyes opened again mere minutes later, and I still laid there among the gravestones and grass of the mansion. Whether that counts as death or not is still confusing. But we can always come back to that issue another time. Let's return to when I woke up. When my eyes opened, the puddle of blood and bits of my brain were gone, as were the residents of the mansion. I was all alone. They must have gone

The heroine went face to face in battle against her enemy, but while she came out unscathed, it was not a complete victory. The wolf tracked a new scent to follow, and the group followed down this unmarked path, while the humble cobbler wooed the beautiful princess.  With every step they were closer to the new moon, to their answers, and to more unspeakable danger… Minnie was still feeling the side effects of both her heroics and her drinking when it came time to see the fortune teller. The day before she had stayed in bed almost all day, groaning with nausea while Granny wove sweet tales about her mother. She drifted in and out of sl

Mien Heart During the summer of 1996, my little sister fell in love with Adolf Hitler. If you wanted to stop reading after that, I really wouldn't blame you. It's still a really embarrassing time for us all, but, like many families, embarrassing times are standard conversation topics. Kaylee was four years old, and I was fresh out of seventh grade. I was at once both delighted and miserable at my three months of freedom, as I couldn't decide whether it was better to be stuck in school or to be stuck with my family. Though it's been years, I can still recall when exactly the nonsense began, a cool June Saturday night. Every Saturday night,