Blot Epic Mickey Novels & Stories

No one else in the town heard that hum. MICKEY WROTE PROFUSELY. His knuckles were shades of violet and blue and his ink was at the clutch of draining. Only the persimmon light from his night lamp lit his sweaty and greasy notebook, leatherbound and obviously used to the point that the sheets are loosely coming off its spine. Let’s eavesdrop on the personal musings of Mickey. An entry from journal #8:

“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”

How can I swim in the middle of a party like this? "No need to answer; I already know the answer from your gaze!" Violet said it before I could open my mouth. I just chuckled lightly at her words. "Hey, thanks for coming, girl!" A topless guy approached us and smiled so warmly. Look at those abs. Why didn't he cover it up? Was he purposely showing it off to tease the girls? Hey, Mickey! Violet said as she embraced him casually. Ah, so this is the man named Miki who invited Violet to this party. In Violet's story, Miki is her old high school friend.

Micky chuckled as he rubbed the bump on the back of his head. “I think we all are, may want to wear hearing protection tonight Micky, your room is next to hers after all.” Dominic led Okimi into the house as Micky slammed the door to the SUV, his frustration was still close to the surface as his claws crimped the bodywork leaving four distinct dents.

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Blondie and the three other thugs were also among them, visibly trembling with fear as their foreheads and palms dripped with sweat. "Blondie! You and the three of you, get your *sses over here!" Mickey shouted at them with a frown. He wanted to kill them right then and there. "Right away, sir," the four of them replied in trembling voices. Blondie, in particular, had wet his pants out of fear, a warm stream flowing down his thighs as they approached Dante reluctantly. Mickey unceremoniously slapped each of them in the face, leaving their ears ringing. He then walked behind them and delivered a forceful kick to their knees. The sounds echoed with four, and they were forced to kneel on the gr

Mickey kept a straight face. 'Since that boy offered to die, I'll just let him be.' What mattered to Mickey the most was using the venomous millipede to kill Dax and take the Sky Breaking Axe. He was not concerned about the boy. "You stink bug!" Watching the Golden Ring Venomous Millipede charging toward him with its mouth opened, Romeo floated in the air, not moving an inch. He said coldly, "You want to eat me? Do you think you can bully me?"

I say. "Yeah sure, let's drop your car at your place and then order an Uber." 30 minutes later we were at the retro club, we took a couple of selfies and pictures for Instagram before getting back to dancing. I haven't hung out alone with Michael for a while and I had almost forgotten how fun he was, he always cheers me up keeping my thoughts away from my absent parents. We stay out late before finally going back to my place, Micheal stays over also keeping me company in this huge house which I am all alone.

"Put your hat back on. I want to see the full effect." "Someone's bossy today," Jax said, but again, he complied. I stared at our reflections, turning this way and that so that I could analyze the whole outfit. "Well?" Jax asked. I shook my head. "No dice. It's just not unique enough... ya know?" He shrugged. "I don't think many people are that unique in college." "True," I said, removing my hat. "Wait a second; I have an idea." It took a little while, but eventually, Jax and I were able to find the clothing pieces needed to be Chaz Michael Michaels and Jimmy Mackelroy from "Blades of Glory."