Mickey Mouse Depressed Novels & Stories

Not when we were about to march into the most dangerous place in the afterlife. "Again," Mickey barked. He came at me fast, claws extended. I dodged left. His claws whistled past my face, close enough that I felt the breeze. "Faster." We went again. And again. And again. By the twentieth repetition, I was exhausted, covered in sweat, and no closer to feeling like I could actually contribute. "You're thinking too much," Mickey said, not even breathing hard. "Stop trying to predict. Just react." "I'm trying."

“What’s the point, Polly? I am tied to a chain. I won’t be able to reach them. They will just laugh at me. Besides, They’ve become my friends also. Like that huge one that just passed by, that’s Mickey.” “Mickey Mouse?” “Haha, yes! You don’t need to go to Disneyland to see him!… Come to think of it, you and Mickey are just about the same size!” Polly turned his head away and pretended to be hurt. “I’m just kidding, Polly. I’m sorry!” Polly turned to Pilita smiling. “I was just kidding, too. I knew you are just teasing me!” “Right!”

Lilian said. "Jaime, don't let Wyatt's words get to you. He's a bastard and you know that, you shouldn't be acting this way" Mickey said. "I know, but I hate it. It makes me feel like I'm worthless" he mumbled before walking away. Mickey glanced at Lilian. "You don't have to stare at me that way, I'm fine" She forced a smile. "I know" Mickey smiled back. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT***

When Josette saw her plate, she frowned. “There is no Minnie Mouse.” She pointed at the shapeless pancake. Nadine squinted her eyes, a frown coming up on her face. “What is that?” She asked. Jackson rolled his head. “Mickey Mouse girlfriend? Josette is obsessed with the character.” He lifted his head, glaring at her. Nadine felt hot under his intense gaze. She had never been put under so much pressure and been stared at like she was dumb. “I didn't know. Josette baby, can you manage it until tomorrow? I didn't know you had a favorite cartoon character.” Nadine went to her side.

my voice broke, tears finding their way to my eyes. "Mousey," Luca moved closer to him, his face a little bit sympathetic. "I'm just kidding," he said, a sudden smirk on his lips. "What?" I slowly whispered since my voice was already broken and tears were falling from my eyes. "You're…kidding?" "Are you crying?" He asked noticing how I was sounding. For a moment he tried to find my face and he finally cupped it in his palms, wiping off my tears. "I was joking, Mousey" he chuckled. "I'm so sorry" he apologized.

Damn this bloody New York weather. ‘What is it? What’s wrong? You sound upset … Are you hurt? Do you need help?’ Mico sounds like Mico, genuinely concerned, mildly panicked and so decent it almost breaks me in two. I forgot what it felt like to have someone give a shit about me and I burst into tears, stupidly emotional. No one is ever nice to me and it sends me over my last tiny edge.

You can't sulk forever sweetie. "I can't even think properly without thinking about him. I just want to stay home and in bed so I can sulk a little longer before I get back home." I say. "Okay, anything you want. I'll seat and sulk with you, we'll have a girls day in." "I brought ice cream and cupcakes," Mickey says entering the room. I had told him I was sick so as not to tell him the real reason why I was sad. He came back from Paris yesterday.

I looked at Micah and said softly, "Micah, do you mind if I call you Micky from now on?" Essel burst out laughing, "Micky... I love Micky Mouse! Ms. Chancey, trust me. My brother is as smart as Micky!" Micah's eyes held disbelief.

Mico asked, standing in front of me. I looked at him with a frown. I didn’t want to get in a bad mood, but my friends kept treating me like I was troubled. I was just thinking deeply. “Hey, don’t disturb him. He’s thinking about something serious,” Shaun suddenly said. Shaun’s instincts are really strong. “Psh, maybe he’s depressed,” Mico said, looking at me with pity because I wasn’t talking much. “Stop it, Mico. You’re the one with a problem in your head,” Liam shot back.

Is it not developed completely, or maybe the injections that I had as a kid affected its growth? Do I have any wolves? My thoughts got disturbed by a knock on the door. I got up wondering who it might be. I opened the door and was surprised to see Mickey. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, and he bowed instantly. I took a step back. What is wrong with him? "You can get up," I said, being awkward. He got up and smiled at me. "Please don't make me feel awkward," I gave him a smile and stepped aside, welcoming him inside.