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"There is someone with the key. The key to our survival. So I need you and Goofy to find him and stick with him. P.S: Will you apologise to Minnie for me? Thanks pal." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Donald steered the wheel on the ship with an odourless expression on his face. He, along with Goofy and Jiminy Cricket, had been inside the Gummi ship for a long time but the atmosphere was silent with no activity whatsoever. Goofy monitored the control panel just behind the duck and took a quick glance at his companion. He could see Donald looked concerned, so much so that he decided to cheer h

CHAPTER 1 It was just like any other morning in Acmetropolis. The futuristic looking skyscrapers stood tall, towering over the hustle and bustle of the city folk minding their own business while walking, talking, selling, buying and many more normal people would just about do. Nothing unexpected was to happen until a scream was to be heard. Most people turned their heads to the direction of the scream, only to find three black and white dog like creatures sprinting down the pavement. The tallest male of the three only wore a pair of brown slack trousers with a black leather belt running around his waist, followed by a shorter male wearing a

Once she stepped inside the house, her arm immediately flew up to her face to cover her nose. The inside of the house smelt like rotting meat with a nasty combination of wet mustard. As Goldie shut the door behind her with her other hand, she coughed as the stench grew stronger as she passed through the dark, worn out hallway. "Whoever lives in a house like this must have either abandoned the place, died here, or must have gotten used to the smell." She thought. Her armed then slowly dropped when she sensed a more pleasant smell of cooking meat. Her nose follwed the scent down the hallway until she came to the kitchen. The room seemed dull

Introduction (Verse 1) I remember the times we shared, when it was just you and meeeeeee. I tried to forget these memories but they won't go away. (Bridge 1) I tried but failed to get on with my life. I couldn't walk without thinking of you. Chorus I wish I was like you, crazy as can be. Saying what I thought was my fantasy. But as we met before, I got one thing to ask: "Will we meet again?" (Verse 2) This feeling inside, I can't control. It never stops like a drum beat. I lock myself up, try to close myself out from the real world. (Bridge 2) But the butterflies from my stomach just want to come out show and you what I m

In a savannah in Africa, a pack of hyenas were chewing of the last remaining pieces of meat from a carcous they feasted on since the day that Simba finally took his rightful place as king of Pride Rock. Although the hyenas didn't hear the news, they were satisfied with finally tasting some meat after starving under the rule of Scar. One of the hyenas, Banzai, swallowed a piece of meat from the corpse. "Man that Scar was some good eatin' , right Ed?" Banzai licked his lips in satisfaction. Ed could only respond with a psychotic sounding laugh as he rolled on his back on the dusty ground. "It's a shame the sensation can't last forever though

Lithuania and his dog, Milos' strolled through at least an inch deep of white snow on the bridge, away from the castle. Snowflakes that fell from the grey sky floated onto Milos' sandy brown fur and the boy's shoulder length, brown hair and his long green coat. Despite the cold weather, Lithuania thought it would be nice to take a walk outside with his pet. "It's been snowing for the past few days now," The boy said quietly to himself. He couldn't help but bring his mind to the subject of spring. It would be then that flowers and crops would begin to grow again. He turned his head to Milos, who in turn return his gaze. "Did you know that the

Despite America’s best efforts to maintain his upbeat personality while in search for the elusive switch in the room, his despondent demeanor did not go unnoticed by France. His usual energy levels dropped slightly after the group read the story of whom they presumed was the brotherly relationship between Canada and his North American brother. Of course, the guilt also hit France hard after he read the parts about how he along with other nations ignored Canada like he didn’t exist. And it wasn’t until they reached the end of the story did France understand why Finland called the Canadian by the name of Temperance. From what

The first thing Dagan saw after flickering his eyes open was the dark blue ceiling. He wondered if he was in some kind of purgatory as he attempted to sit himself up, only to yelp at sharp pain that stabbed his stomach. His left hand grabbed the source of the ache and hissed again at the sting in his shoulder. His right hand clutched his left shoulder and whimpered. “I’d lay back down or you’ll make your wounds bleed,” Dagan felt he could bear to look up to the owner of the voice; Barlow: the auburn bearded dwarf. He held what appeared to be some bandages in his hands, which provoked the dingo to look down to confirm