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By Annie Mouse
These truly are the simplest of pleasures.
By Midnight Black Cat
What is it like to be a cat?
This is just a poem I worked on when my family was basically falling apart...
A fanfiction about Toontown Rewritten's progress after the events of Exile Toonify.
By Him At His Work
A small mouse's parents named him lion (because one saved his dad from a wild cat once), so the little mouse, of course starts thinking he IS one, read on to learn what Lion the mouse faces in his life of adventure!
The death of a family and a talking mouse.
Poetry | Updated Apr 6, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Elton Camp
The Generation Gap
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2014 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock struck eight, the mouse ran down. Tick, tick, tick. The clock struck nine and the mouse fell down a hole. Tick, tick. The clock struck ten, the mouse did not show. Tick, tick. The clock struck eleven, a little squeak pierced the air. Tick. The clocked struck twelve,...
By Jax Franklin
Dedicated to my big brotherâ€¦ Iâ€™ll be sure to keep the Cheese-Itâ€™s in the pantry for you, just like Mom didâ€¦!
Poetry | Updated Feb 14, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
A modern fairy tale of an adventurous life of a 'Bout mouse - the bravest rat of all, is a charming, yet somehow cheeky story full of philosophy and real life lessons for children of all ages, yet suitable read for an adult as well.
By Motus Ginus
Shira is a white puppy with big green eyes. She is weak and is often given unwanted attention. More powerful dogs pick on her and she can't do anything about it, until today.
Four children are playing a common game of "I Spy: With My Little Eye" in a deserted school building. They are one of the few left besides a few officials that check on the place from time to time. It was around this time when they are interrupted by a stranger who infiltrates their secondary...
A poem I wrote a three years ago, just brainstorming.
This is the true, uncensored, real story of my life. It tells a tale of damage, and of joy. It's weird and you might find me to be a creep, but if you're willing to not judge, then you can go ahead and read. It shows my views on Christianity, of which I believe in, and many other things, so if...
This was the second short story I made for my mother, I hope you enjoy. Will the little fairy get to her grandmother? And what will grandmas surprise be?
Short Story | Updated Jun 10, 2013 | Reads: 50 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0