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The Nutcracker and The Mouse King Chapter 4
*For a long moment, Marie's world is nothing but endless blackness. But right around then, she starts feeling a set of sensory stimulus. A loud voice echoes into her mind as she tries to put together on who's calling her. But then feels a sharp pain on her head at the same time. But then, after a while, the voice got clearer and clearer*
???: M-Marie… Marie? Marie?
*Marie slowly opens her eyes as she sees her mother and father looking down at her with worried expressions. Marie lifts a hand to her head and groans as she feels a bandage wrapped around her head. She tries to lift herself up, but only worsens the bruising so the parents bend over to steady her*
Marie: Huh? W-What happened. Why does my head hurt?
Father: Take it easy Sugar Plum, easy...
Mother: You had a nasty fall last night.
Father: We found you lying on the Parlor Floor, you were unconscious when we found you.
Mother: By the way… What were you doing down there last night?
Marie: My Nutcracker&
The Nutcracker and The Mouse King Chapter 3
*Before long, it was getting very late at night in the Stahlbaum household. The parents waved goodbye to all their friends, as they prepped for departure and left the house on their horse-drawn carriages. The last to leave was Drosselmeyer, who shook hands with the parents as his eye turns to Marie, who is following Fritz to bed. She turns around briefly only to see him give a wink as he leaves and the parents shut the door. Soon the family gets into bed as it got close to midnight and yet during that time Marie couldn't sleep. She laid in her bed with her eyes open, all she could think about was the story and how bad the Nutcracker had during all that time*
Marie: *sighs* Poor Nutcracker… I hope he's not lonely downstairs in the toy cabinet…
*Marie slowly rises from the bed. But not to make any noise, she quietly slips on a pair of slippers. Then, she opened the door carefully looking side-to-side and hoping no one heard the door creaked. With a sigh of relief, Marie car
The Nutcracker and The Mouse King Chapter 2
Drosselmeyer: Once upon a time, long, long ago…
*As Drosselmeyer speaks, a flashback sequence alters the scene as if the children were entering a dream. For what they imagine is a far away land, a kingdom on an island in the midst of an endless sea. A kingdom so majestic in architect with multiple towers, gliterring a silver gleam from the walls, with stained glass windows on each end, and a small garden right in the courtyard. The place where Drosselmeyer's story takes place*
Drosselmeyer: *narrating* There was a kingdom, far across the sea on a large island.
*There are several people who inhabit the island; despite not being big, it was large enough to fit a kingdom full of occupations. From the Royal guard who stand at their posts by the castle walls and carrying their spears, to the maids and gardeners trimming the hedges in the shape of various animals, to the butlers and other servants dusting the knight statues and portraits of the royal family. But none as more important
The Nutcracker and The Mouse King Chapter 1
*Vienna, Austria - 1816*
*It's a cold winter eve on the lonely streets. One such structure, a disheveled looking building right in the middle of the town, stands out amongst the town with it's eerie appearance. Through the frost-covered windows, we enter a dimly lit room, illuminated by the pale moon light. Walking across the light, a shadowy figure looms through the darkness. Pacing the floor is at most an unusual old man with a look of depression on his face. Course one could hardly read his expression, as most of his face was covered by his long white hair. Lifting his hair back reveals an eye patch over his right eye, though how that happened he'd never tell and nobody knew. One would never guess that such an old fellow like this one is a famous clock-maker and magician, especially at the prime of his youth. This was the man known by many as Herr Drosselmeyer. On this evening, Drosselmeyer was up and about putting the finishing touch on his latest creation: A Toy Castle, the bigges
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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