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By Kevin Rottweiler
a poem about loving a mouse
Poetry | Updated Sep 25, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kevin Rottweiler
narrative poem about a kissing mouse
Poetry | Updated Sep 16, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Wily Geist
While working second shift, I encounter a incredibly smart rodent who taught me a lot about theories of Buddhism.
Short Story | Updated Aug 25, 2014 | Reads: 104 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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...
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: 14 | 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.