EsotericAngel

   Chapter the Nineteenth: So Many Ways There must be so many ways to say goodbye. But I can't seem to think of one this time. Barbarossa should not have been able to lose to someone with a saxophone and a British accent, but indeed he had. He might have felt better had he known that Luxord was capable of playing more than just the saxophone, which would put him miles ahead of Lisa Simpson, or perhaps not. We'll never know. So Captain Jack Sparrow had his ship back, and the ride was now re-branded as The Pirates of the Carribean. Groovy. It was marginally less painful than the Small World ride, and considerably less murderous than the C

   Chapter the Eighteenth: Never Sometimes  I won't break. Take this timeout to find yourself. Take this timeout to learn. Captain Hook glanced sideways at his rival, Captain Barbossa and his massive wooden ship, which was on the water, but not very free and easy, easy, you know the way it's supposed to be. Nor was there a silver eagle on the shoreline letting them be very free and easy, but you knew that. Officially, the two pirates were supposed to be allies and coworkers, rather than enemies, but evil people have a charming tendency not to work very well together. Besides, Barbossa, with his admittedly snazzier vessel, was getting all

 Chapter the First: + ~ *:.o n c e. u p o n. a. N I I G H T M A R E* .:~ + Theme the First: Introduction see the ghost i have become If white is the totality of colour, and black the absence thereof, then surely grey must be its antithesis, Demyx muses as he winds his way down a featureless corridor, passing by a wall of battered lockers of unknown vintage. For all he knows, he has been going aimlessly around in circles for hours now, for all the variation in the scenery. Narrow stone passages of some nebulous shade between ash and bone chapleted with Gothic arches, dilapidated metal storage cabinets which seem to have sprouted like mou

Chapter the Sixteenth: Happy Being Miserable  If I always catch your fall, you will never hit the surface to feel it all. You gotta feel it all. The baker's wife held out her hand to catch the milk, not thinking of bringing a cup with her on this quest. She drank the liquid that didn't slide through her slim fingers. The baker peered at her. "Feel any different?" She shook her head. "Nope. Not a thing." The witch cackled. "Of course not, my pretties! Do you really think I'd make it that easy for you?" She then took off with the cow, leaving the couple bewildered on the second midnight. Admittedly, they really should have seen that c

Chapter the Sixteenth: Happy Being Miserable  If I always catch your fall, you will never hit the surface to feel it all. You gotta feel it all. The baker's wife held out her hand to catch the milk, not thinking of bringing a cup with her on this quest. She drank the liquid that didn't slide through her slim fingers. The baker peered at her. "Feel any different?" She shook her head. "Nope. Not a thing." The witch cackled. "Of course not, my pretties! Do you really think I'd make it that easy for you?" She then took off with the cow, leaving the couple bewildered on the second midnight. Admittedly, they really should have seen that c

Chapter the Fifteenth: Passing Time   What a waste of a day. Such a waste of time I'd never admit to say "So, what do you propose?" King Mickey asked. "It's quite simple, Your Majesty," replied Merlin, not to be confused with Marlin, who's a fish, or Marlene, who's a little girl. "You start your own rival park. We cannot allow Maleficent's theme park to go unchallenged. It violates antitrust laws, for one." "That's right!" Jiminey chirped, hiding his shock at Merlin's entrance. He hadn't heard the wizard enter the room, but he supposed that it was just a wizard thing, like never being late. Wizards are never late, or early. They arriv

Chapter the Fourteenth: Shadow    I've tried so hard to change for you. A forest where everyone who goes in comes out changed, and not always (or usually) for the better, is not the best place for a condo complex. It is, however, well suited for the lumber industry, with all the old-growth timber up for grabs, and so it was. The building supply store where the Radiant Garden Restoration Committee purchased all their supplies was not the only place with a contract there. It had been, however, until the Moogles came and bought out the contract. "We're gonna clear-cut this place, kupo!" exclaimed Mog. "Raze it to the ground!" "Well, I sh

Chapter the Thirteenth: Standstill  It's three in the morning, and I stayed up all night drowning in my words. "No way!" sputtered Marlin. "No way am I going on another quest! Nuh huh! Do you think that Bilbo and Frodo had to go on more adventures after their stories were done? Nope! Do you think that Roland Deschain went anywhere after finding the Dark Tower? I don't think so!" "I think Frodo went to the Grey Havens with the elves," Nemo supplied. "And Roland Deschain had to restart his quest." Marlin sighed. "Well, that's what I get for stopping after Wizard and Glass. No, but seriously, I didn't need Stephen King to stop the plot t

Chapter the Twelfth: My Solution    When I go away from you, I lose control. It goes without saying that a world in need of repairs and a store that specialises in carrying products geared for worlds in need of repair need a lot of wood, among other things. And the best place to get that lumber is from a forest. So the people who owned the building supply store contracted to lumberjacks to go into the woods to get what they needed. However, they were not the only ones to do so. No, there were at least five others, each on his or her own quest, ostensibly to find things that would improve their lives, but also, and more importantly, learn

Chapter the Eleventh: Who Am I?    Don't say it will stay this way forever. Back at Mickey's Castle™, Queen Minnie wrung her hands and began to pace the throne room. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed.    "How can we ever hope to beat this? Maleficent's empire has just gotten so huge!" "Remember what you always say, Your Majesty," Daisy, her retainer, reminded her, "we just have to trust the king." "That's right!" Goofy, his trusty knight, agreed readily. Queen Minnie nodded and smiled wanly. "I guess you're right." "Of course we're right, your Majesty!" Donald replied cheerfully. Just then, a small green bug bounced into the room.