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Once upon a time there was a _________________________. Everyday,_____________________________. One day,_________________________. Because of that,____________________________. Until finally,____________________________.

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Once upon a time there was a shiny yellow balloon filled with helium who was a captive tied to a stall with a bunch of other balloons. They were happy to be confined together and then hopefully taken home by a small child, but our yellow balloon was not. It longed to escape and dance on the wind amongst the clouds. Every day it wriggled and squirmed in an effort to free itself. It hated being trapped and didn't want to be sold to any unappreciative child who would neglect it. One day it managed to work the string loose from the rest and its wish was granted. Because of that It sailed up into the azure sky, admiring the view below and making plans to travel the world, dipping and rising as it pleased. It continued to dance, not realising the gas inside it was depleting. It started to feel weaker and sank lower and lower until finally it landed on a busy road and was squashed by a passing lorry. Now just a flat yellow patch on the tarmac it realised freedom isn't always how we imagine it's going to be. R.I.P yellow balloon. By:Scarlett

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Once upon a time there was a boy called Mark, who loved stories. Everyday, he would read adventure stories, and wish he had a more interesting life. One day, a window opens up into one of the stories he's read, and he can see and speak to a character from that story, named Caal. Only, Caal thinks that Mark's world is the story. Because of that, Mark and Caal become friends, and have adventures in each other's worlds. Until finally, they both come to see their own worlds as interesting, too. By:Kwills

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Once upon a time there was an Abyssinian kitten named Schrodinger who thought he was human. Everyday when MissFlowerySmells, the other human in his domain, sat at her desk, he curled patiently on her lap, listening to the click of her fingers on the keyboard. When Missy--that's what he called her, for short--when Missy sat down for dinner, Schrodinger joined her, perched on an empty chair at the table and watched. When Missy crawled into bed at night, he slipped under the covers with her. When she snored, he purred. One day, he noticed that Missy had left the door to the Forbidden Zone ajar. Schodinger had always been so curious about what was on the other side of that door. The most interesting smells and sounds came from there whenever Missy shut herself inside. At last, he'd find out. The equipment he found there made chirpy sounds. That was irresistible. Schrodinger prowled the workbenches, wending his way among the boxes and their flashy lights. They were warm, and wires coiled snake-like everywhere. Missy always called him "bad cat" when he played with wires. He couldn't understand why. They were so interesting. Schrodinger pawed one of the wires and tipped his head. Nothing happened. But just then, a light flashed and, in the unexpected brightness, Schrodinger was sure the wire had turned into an actual snake. He arched his back, hissed, and jumped backwards. He bumped into one of the boxes, sending it crashing to the floor. A siren blared, and electricity thrummed through his body. His brain blazed, his heart thumped in fear, and Schrodinger scampered away to hide under the sofa in the living room. Missy came running into the Forbidden Zone, wrapped in a towel and dripping water. "Dinger, what have you done?," she wailed. She always called him Dinger instead of using his proper name. Schrodinger perked his ears. He understood what she said. He understood the words, not just her distress. That had never happened before. He thought some more about what she'd said, and reflected that it wasn't his fault she'd left the door open. Wait. Where did that complicated idea come from? For sure, nothing was ever his fault, but he'd never considered assigning blame to Missy. She was just the other human. The one who Opened the Can of Food, Petted him, and Changed the Litter Box. It was kind of like she worshiped him, now that he thought about it. Meantime, Missy was off in the Forbidden Zone, whining. "Dinger, you've fouled up my whole photonic array. I'll have to start all over. I'm never going to finish my dissertation on using quantum mechanics to enhance intelligence." Schrodinger licked his fur and contemplated what she'd just said. Of course intelligence was an emergent quantum phenomenon. It was obvious how you'd use entanglement to improve cognition. He'd known that intuitively all along. But then something happened just minutes ago during his Forbidden Zone Expedition. Because of whatever that was, he was thinking more clearly, using words. And stuff. He wondered what else he could do. He stared at Missy and said, "It's time to feed me." All that came out was meow, but her head gave a little twitch, and sure enough, she headed for the pantry and opened a can of food for him. Awesome. While he took dainty bites of Fancy Feast Tuna, he thought and thought about what had just happened. He wondered what else he might make Missy do. He thought that she should clean his litter box. Her head gave that little twitch again, and she walked off to take care of that odoriferous chore. Odoriferous. That was a word Missy would never use. He emitted a self-congratulatory purr. When Missy came back from changing his litter, Schrodinger inspected her and noticed they weren't the same at all. Because of that, he realized that the two of them must be different species. She didn't have his excellent tail, for example. And she clearly didn't think as well as he did. Or at least, as well as he was thinking now. The time before the Forbidden Zone Expedition was a little fuzzy. He decided that since he was human, she must be something else. He wondered what he should name this new species he'd just discovered, until finally he came up with the purrfect solution. And that was how Missy became Shrodinger's cat. By:Max Griffin

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Once upon a time there was a tiny beautiful cockroach named Curach. Everyday, she would look at the mirror and admired herself thinking there would be no one who was as beautiful as she was. One day, she found a very bright light above her ceiling. She thought she hadn't noticed this one before. So, she became very curious, flapped her wings as she was determined to jump as hard as she could and flew into the hole. It was very bright that she couldn't open her eyes. She ultimately went through the hole as the light faded. She then tried to open her eyes and saw another world she hadn't seen before. "How come I didn't know about this place before?!", she exclaimed. Everything was shiny, white and clean. There was a big white bowl that had a crystal clear pool in it. There was also a gigantic immaculate tub that was more enormous than the bowl. She thought that this beautiful place was just fitting to her beauty. Because of that,she decided to live in this palace-like place. Few hours later, while she was enjoying running around the tub, she saw one huge creature came. One two-eyed giant brown skinned with four limbs came into her haven. She was terrified. All she heard was a very deafening scream from the beast. She tried to fly away all over the place in fear. A large shadow came rushing heading to her. She was scared that she thought she was going to be crushed by it. She found the hole again where she entered through at first. She heard a sudden loud bang just right behind her. She managed to get into the hole with thoughts of surviving. Until finally, she got herself in to her home. She did it! She escaped her near-death experience. She promised to never get back to that place even how beautiful it was. She was relieved. By:Monochrome

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Once upon a time, there was a goldfish. Her name was Sara. Everyday, new fish were taken from the pet shop to live with humans. One day, a little girl walked in with her mother. She fell in love with Sara. Because of that, the girl took Sara home. Sara lived in a huge tank on the girl's desk. Sara lived happily, and in comfort. Until finally Sara died. By:Lyssa Basfords

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Once upon a time there was a strange little man. He lived alone by the sea, away from people and the small town where he had grown up. Everyday, he would walk alongside the water’s edge, hands in his pockets. Rain or shine, he would be there, in his long coat, every so often casting his eyes out to the sea. “That’s just old Bill,” the people would say. He was a fixture of the town, though none had bothered to get to know him. One day, during his daily ambulation, he heard a scream. It was female and high-pitched and he knew instantly that it was not merely a swimmer in trouble. Because of that, he rushed along the water’s edge until he saw her, struggling against something in the surf. His smile was almost cruel. “I have you now,” he hissed under his breath and threw his cloak off, drawing the sword strapped to his back, hidden from view. He launched himself into the sea and swam with surprisingly powerful strokes to where the woman was floundering. He swung the anachronistic weapon with a deftness his age should not have allowed, striking something unseen beneath the waves. The woman was flung away and she paddled as well as she could back to the beach where a crowd was gathering. But old Bill did not pay any heed as he hacked again and again and again at the water and the thing that lurked beneath. Until finally, the thing reared up. It was not anything anyone had ever seen before. It lashed a tentacle at old Bill, wrapping about his waist and dragging him towards a wide, gaping mouth, its body bleeding from too many cuts. But the old man merely smiled and let himself be taken. Then, at the last moment, he thrust the weapon in his hands into the single, staring eye. The creature screamed an unearthly hiss and sank back beneath the waves, letting old Bill float on the tide back to the shore. The people dragged him onto the sands and he stared up at all of them. “I’ve done it,” he whispered. “My work here is done.” And with that he breathed his last… By:Steven

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Once upon a time there was a wandering and wailing Ghost. Every Day She would wonder and wail by her husbands side. One day she saw him fall clasping at his chest as he fell upon the floor Because of that she wondered and wailed longer, louder and harder then ever before Until finally She saw his ghost go into a light and she wondered no more, wailed no more for now she was alone. By:Ryan J. Daniels

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Once upon time there was a little girl,she was the only child in her house. Everyday she was getting bored of playing alone,every night she was dreaming of having a best friend who would play with her everyday. One day she got very upset because of that. Until finally one time her parents surprised her and got her a little cute puppy!! She became very happy of having a best friend and she loved this little puppy a lot. Everyday they were playing together,making tea parties,and making races. They were very happy together. By:Junjoon

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Once upon a time, there was a woman who believed that she can be the great pole dancer. Every day, she will teach herself the different type of pole moves and techniques she could have found. One day, she tried out for pole- a- thon. Because of that, she became one of the best pole dancers worldwide. Until finally, she committed suicide because she was judged by society. By:XXII

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Once Upon a time there was a: dreamer girl who was lost in her own little world, everyday she hoped for her dreams to come true she prayed she cried alone at her lonly nights but smiled with the others and pretending everything is fine. She was slowly loosing hope fading like a dead rose, this was what it takes to have a dreamers life. One day: she finally speaks let it all out and told her dreams suddenly she saw the love she got from the people who wouldn't understand she thought. She was told that her dreams are possible indeed and what she wrote was beautiful and sweet. Because of that: she worked toward her dreams little by little she started to achieve. Until: one day she became the girl of her dreams all it took for her was to believe humans are made for each other to help each others needs to never fear to dream to keep the loved ones always near don't be afraid to show her tears to be with herself kind and dear Finally: She was a role model for people who fear to dream she told them to believe because nothing is impossible for you and me. By:Samman

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Once upon a time there was a land that was ruled by magicians. Everyday, they competed with each other to see who was the best magician. One day, a war broke out among them. Because of that, the wizard ranks were reduced to only a few, very powerful magicians. Until finally, the had to ally themselves with others and then came the time of warriors, great men now supported by the nearly extinct wizard guilds last remaining members still at war, still competing.. By:Sead Creary

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Once a upon a time there was a girl named Melissa. Everyday she walked down to the river to enjoy nature. One day she found a lost purse and decided to find it's owner. Because of that, Melissa spent all day looking for the owner, until finally, she found it's belonged to a girl named Maria, Melissa returned the purse to get her, the two got to talking and five years, are now married. By:Kieran1998

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Once upon a time there was a blank whiteboard. Every day, a different student would write an inspirational message on the board, and someone would later come along and erase it. One day, the teacher came in and found that someone had used an indelible marker to post an anti-Semitic remark. Because of that, the teacher removed the board and ended the practice. Until finally, a clever student, one well versed in science and chemistry, brought a solvent that could erase the indelible substance without leaving a trace it was ever there. By:deltablue

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Once upon a time there was a cute, little Cherub. Everyday, he spread love throughout the world. One day, someone stole his bow and all of his magical arrows. Because of that, he grew sullen and cross. Until finally, he no longer loved Valentine's Day, and now he spends the month of February arresting people in "Cupid's Lucky Arrows". By:Hannah

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Once upon a time there was a orphaned space alien who was forgotten here on earth. Everyday, he would look up at the stars with longing. He wondered if they would ever come back for him. One day, he decided to become an astronaut, and take himself home. Because of that, he had purpose and a goal to achieve. He worked very hard to be the one chosen for the next mission into space. Until finally, the day came when he was seated in the Captain's seat of a spaceship that was going to Mars. By:Yezall Strongheart

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Once upon a time there was a goldfish named Mark. Everyday, he stared intensely up at the glowing orb in the sky, dreaming of flying out of his small tank to see what great waters lay beyond this light. A magical sea that could somehow bring even a shred of meaning to his meaningless existence. One Day, he decided that he should escape his monotonous routine and turn his fantasy into a reality. So he decided to simply gather momentum and launch himself beyond the alabaster ceiling, to that hidden magical sea high above him. Because of that, he crashed into the ceiling hard and fell a great distance to a cold and uncaring surface that was devoid of water; he flopped around in a panic against this alien floor as his gills had, for some reason, now failed him. Until finally, he gave up. Staring curiously into the vast landscape of nothingness as he waited for death to take him. As he took his final breath, Mark's last thoughts were of his tank and not of the magical waters beyond the light which rejected him. By:Laurie Razor

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Once upon a time there was a girl named Eve who looked stranger than strange. Every day she would sit on the swings and sing songs that could only be described as lonely and sad. One day, Because of that, she went away. No one saw her again it was like she disappeared into thin air. Until finally, her body turned up in the forest laying downwards in the stream not far from the park where she would sing her sad lonely songs. By:Spirit-Angel

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Once upon a time there was a young princess named Makena. Every day around sunset she would go and sit by the stream. That was behind the castle near the same walls. She would wonder what sort of grand adventure laid in her future. One day when she was the age of thirteen as luck would have it she happen to meet a prince from a neighboring kingdom. His name was Alex they became the very best of friends because of that. Until finally when they were older he asked her to be his bride. She said yes! They had many adventures and lived happily ever after. The End! By:Sammie Rose

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Once upon a time, there was a tiny pyramid toy laying in the middle of the street. Every day, someone —often a child with sticky hands— would try to pick it up, only to find it was impossible to lift. Because of that, the toy was deemed a problem, and blamed for any car accident that took place on thet street. The hatred towards it only grew with the passing of time, and some people even blamed the toy for the strange behavior of the weather, and their children's lack of faith. Soon, the entire town was aware of it, and every citizen had their own theory on why it could not be moved. Until finally, the government took hands against it, and removed the toy with special equipment. The street met peace for the first time, and it lasted all of a week. On Monday, when the first horrified citizens went out of their house for work, they discovered the nightmare had returned, not at all unexpected. A tiny pyramid-shaped piece of wood sat in the middle of the street, waiting for them to wake up. By:Angustia

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Once upon a time there was a little girl whose parents were construction workers. Everyday, she watched as they carried bricks,smoothed cement and flattened out mounds of mud. One day, she realised that all that work was for other people to have houses to live in. The family -- the girl, her parents and her baby brother -- all lived in a small hut in the village. This started to bother her. She asked her parents about it but they just said that it was their fate. She thought her parents were being too passive. Because of that, she grew emotionally distant from her parents. She wanted to be ambitious and have a nice house of her own. She started building one, next to her grandma's house. She got her friends together and they would work hard for hours each day. Until finally, the children actually managed to build a room! The girl's parents were astonished and proud. They told everyone of their daughter's achievement. And they helped her complete the house so that they now had a nice house, too. By:Thankful Sonali WDC POWER!

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Once upon a time there was a Unicorn. Everyday, she would run through the forest looking for other unicorns. One day, when she was near the fairy tree a fairy came and told her the unicorns had all left the forest to the great fields beyond the sands. Because of that, she thought she would never see another unicorn because she was afraid to cross the sands. Until finally one day she was drinking from the springs and another unicorn came out of the thick trees. He was a beautiful sight. By:kat

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Once upon a time there was a big fat black cat. Everyday he would wake up from his nap and go to his full food bowl for a meal. One day he went to his food bowl and found it completely empty. Because of this he went all around his palace looking for his maid. Until finally he found her dead on the floor and he ate her eyes out. THE END! By:Shakirah

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Once upon a time there was a very depressed young man. Everyday, he struggled , searching for a reason to live. One day, he realized the happiness he needed was always inside him. Because of that, he decided to write about his life experiences. He knew that thousands more were in his same situation. Until finally, the young man was happy. He had made a difference in the world. By:Bm Pasehly

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Once upon a time there was a structured settlement. Everyday, I needed cash, now. One day, I realized "It's MY money and I need it NOW!". Because of that, I called JG Wentworth.. Until finally, J.G. Went and proved his worth, 877.CASH.NOW. By:B. Weather

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Once upon a time there was a boy who had the feeling that he had no purpose and wondered what he was doing on Earth. Everyday, he roamed around by himself, lonely and depressed. One day, while on his meanderings, he found a bunch of seeds. He decided to plant them in the parched soil. Suddenly, his life took on a meaning and he gave these seeds single-minded attention. Because of that, the seeds slowly sprouted tiny leaves in the harsh and unyielding terrain. Until finally, plants abounded on Earth, and spread far and wide, like they did before the apocalypse. By:Triv

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Once upon a time there was a Baby Eagle. Everyday, He dreamed of soaring high above the sky but was too frightened to leap into the air. He was afraid that he would fall. One day, he finally gathered enough courage to jump from a treetop and spread his wings. Because of that, he was able to start flying. Until finally, he reached the heights that he dreamed about. By:KingsSideCastle

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Once upon a time there was a kid who wanted to sing. Every day he would practice his voice to the peak of perfection. One day he was called to be part of American Idol. Because of that he went on to become the overall winner of American Idol. Until finally he ended up going on a lot of tours but luckily was able to find enough time to be able to spend with his family. By:Gentle Giantess's Rule

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Once upon a time there was a very strange little boy who lived all alone on a far away planet. He’d been left there when his chief three parents had decided that he was grown-up enough to settle down in his own environment, but SUZZU didn’t feel grown-up. He felt deserted. The funky green planet where they’d left him, SUZZU had named Zoop. The name had no particular meaning. It wasn’t because the word rhymed with soup or because there were lots of zoo animals in abundance. In fact, Zoop had very little weather at all, and none of it was soupy with the low-hanging fogs like his former home had possessed. As to animals, there were almost none of them at all – only a couple of low-flying insects, two species of which were heavy winged with banana coloring across the backs and antennae that held tiny spotlights at each tip. But, the name Zoop was just as good as Planet Barbecue or Planet Mittlebox, and besides, there was no one around to complain they didn’t like the name. So, Zoop, it was. Zoop was a planet so big that it seemed that SUZZU would never reach the other side even though he’d walked and walked, skipped, cartwheeled, and even crawled when he grew weary, yet his trip to see it all was now in its 643rd day. Of course he would know when or if he had completely its circumference and had once again come to the drop-off point where his parents had left him, for they had placed a silticoff marker there, one that they could hone into if they ever needed to contact him again. But that odds of that were not great, they had told him. It was time for him to be separate. SUZZU glanced up. He had noticed that Zoop rotated slowly, much more slowly than his planet of birth. Zoop’s movement in the sky wouldn’t even have been perceptible, except that he could feel the planet humming, feel the vibration under his toes. In fact, he could close his eyes and share the rhythm. The song SUZZU heard sounded like this: ZOOOOOOO, ZOOOOO. Puh. Did all planets make such music? Did they all shimmy to some inner melody of planethood? It was a question SUZZU wondered about as he walked. Sometimes he sang along, but the planet grew silent then, silent as if listening . . . or as if angry that he would dare to accompany the planet’s tune. SUZZU hoped it was the latter, because that would mean that he wasn’t actually alone, that someone, even if it were just a planet, someone was there with him. Oh, how lovely that would be. But, if he made the only other being in any direction angry, that would not be a good thing. So, mostly, SUZZU didn’t try to sing. It seemed a whole lot safer just to listen. Everyday, when SUZZU looked upwards, all he could see was a huge moon that shown down, day or night. It never left the planet’s side, but leered unendingly, its cratered gullies and pockmarked pimples, showing that once it had been turned away, its back to the planet. What had happened to make it summersault? That was another question that occupied SUZZU’s mind, another query with no resolution. One day when SUZZU encountered another large lake in which he could not only satisfy his thirst, but bathe his overly tired feet, he discovered that there was a different kind of animal living on the planet. It was a fish, not the kind that would be interested in friendship, but the kind that was slimy and squirmy when touched. And just a quickly as SUZZU had caught it, the fish was rapidly swimming away, its shiny green tail paddling the water so fast it was as if it believed that SUZZU would chase it. Because of that, SUZZU stayed by the lake for the whole day, waiting for the fish to return, hoping it would get over its fear and come back to chat, but the day grew hot, then cold, then hot again, and only a couple of insects buzzed about his head, then flitted away. Night fell and SUZZU slept, then rose up and ventured off. At least SUZZU had something else to ponder about. He named the fish BUKI, wondered whether it could ever be tamed, and trudged onwards. Until finally, on the 934th day since his arrival on Planet ZOOP, reaching the top of the highest mountain, or at least the highest mountain he’d encountered on his trek, SUZZU stared down at the valley below, gasped, then let out a cry of “Offlemehele,” which kind of means, I don’t believe it. For you see, SUZZU was staring down on a huge crowd of people, and they were all cheering for him, crying out welcomes. SUZZU ran forward, met their open arms, then laughed and cried. When he discovered that all them were his peers and had clustered together after their individual hike from the arrival point, SUZZU found out that they were the beginning of a brand new settlement. SUZZU’s mouth split open with happiness. He hummed in joy. His feet beat a melody that blended in perfectly with Zoop’s. Except, he discovered, ZOOP was really called MAG, but who cares about a name? The truth was that he was home. SUZZU brushed down his long tresses, curled them about his three slender horns, and looked about for two likely mates. It wasn’t long before he found them. Then, arm in arm and arm, the three snuggled happily, feet soaking in the silver lake at the edge of the settlement. Life was very, very good. By:Shaara Shamrock

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Once upon a time there was a penguin who lived in the Seattle zoo. Everyday, with all the other penguins, he would swim and groom himself. He would look at the tall not-penguins looking at them, and he would eat and sleep. One day, the tall not-penguins who brought the food brought instead two new penguins. These penguins were girls, and they learned to swim and groom and eat and sleep with the rest of them. Because of that, he felt differently about the tall not-penguins who brought food. He wondered about the tall not-penguins who watched them. He noticed they came in different sizes. Some were in small groups, some were in big groups. The smallest not-penguins were even his size. He didn't know what to think about all these new thoughts. He tried to make friends with the new penguins. A group of tall not-penguins gathered a small group of them together and put them in a not-rock box. They went on a long voyage. It was noisy. It was scary. It was very smelly. There were many tall not-penguins coming and going. Until finally, the not-rock box opened and he felt the cold. It felt good. He moved forward, and walked out on the ice and snow. He could hear penguins in the distance. Lots of them. He could smell the ocean. With his other penguin friends, he waddled away from the not-rock box, to freedom. By:MaureenS

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Once upon a time there was a lost baby dragon. Everyday, he would walk along the wooded path. Searching for his tribe. He never gave up hope that one day he would again see his family. One day, he saw something brown and furry peeking out of a hole in the ground. It seem to be watching him. It had a pink nose with long whiskers twitching. "Hello Thad." "Hello. How did you know my name?" "I'm Trixa. And I know your mother." "You know my mother?" "Yes. Why are you so far from home." "I chased a butterfly . . ."
"And because of that, you are now lost". Thad shook his bluish-green head. "Follow me," Trixa said and she hopped away. Thad followed close behind the rabbit. Until finally, they came to an open meadow lined with Hawthorn trees. Thad was home. His mother flew to the edge of the clearing where Thad and Trixa stood. The End. By:Gypsy Ann the Dark Faery

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Once upon a time there was a nasty roomer who lived in a boarding house. Everyday, this nasty roomer got her jollies from spreading nasty rumors about the other roomers as well as about other people in the neighborhood and, also, about her co-workers in the factory where she worked. One day, she noticed that one of the other roomers named Robin was quickly putting on weight. Because of that, she assumed that Robin was pregnant from a one night stand and began to spread nasty rumors about Robin's delicate condition. Until finally, she was confronted by Robin in regards to the rumor -- and he (YES! I said HE!) called her out right in front of everybody else saying that she was nothing but a nasty roomer who was so obsessed with spreading nasty rumors that she was too flaky to even notice that he was merely a long-haired man with a beer belly who not only bellied up to bars but, also, bellied up to buffet tables and the boarding house's dining room table."B-b-b-but your name..." "My name is Robin as in Williams and NOT as in Givens." Then, as he inhaled a piece of peach pie and a whole pepperoni pizza, Robin suggested to the nasty roomer who spread nasty rumors that she needed to be more prudent about opening her piehole. By:AJ wants U 2 meet The CanMan!

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Once upon a time there was a woman who saw a nice looking, man each time she jogged around the lake. She smiled at him and he returned the smile. Everyday, she thought about the man. Who was he? What was his story? He didn't wear a ring, was he married? She made up little stories about the man and his supposed life. One day, while watching TV she saw a news alert that a man was missing. They showed a picture of the man and to her surprise it was the running man she thought about everyday. Because of that, she noticed officials in the background were people who attacked the missing man and the woman standing there. After the newscast, she heard a knock at her back door. Cautiously, after asking who the caller was, she opened the door to find the missing man standing on her back porch. He asked for her help to hide him from the people in the newscast. The woman allowed him in and later she agreed to help him escape the city to find his friends. They were on the run with the officials chasing them. Until finally, they reached the area where his friends lived. There was a life and death confrontation. The bad officials were caught and held captive. The man's friends contacted their friends in the Government who came and picked up the bad people. The man chose to stay with his friends. The woman, now a much different person than the one who left home, chose to return home and rediscover her life. That isn't the end. A year later, there was a knock on the woman's back door. Again she queried the knocker and opened the door to find the running man standing there. He asked if he could start dating her and to build a relationship. She throws herself into his arms and says "I thought you'd never ask." THE END By:Editing is BLUE

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Once upon a time, there was a little boy. No older than 10. Every day he wished his mom would come home. Sober. Even though she promised she would come home every night, he still didn't like the stink on her breath and the funny way she talked to him. One day he woke up. Alone. His mom hadn't come home. Where could she be? He was scared. She was in jail. He didn't know what that meant but he knew she wasn't home. She had left him alone. Broken her promises. Because of that, he cried. He blamed his small innocent self, imagined it was all his fault. Until finally, his mom decided to get better. She woke up from the haze she had been living in. Realized how much she had hurt that small innocent child. That child who she loved and adored and who loved her back, even through all the pain, she had caused him.
Hearts are still mending. Trust is still being earned. But now that mom is keeping her promises. She comes home every night. And snuggles that small innocent child. By:nancnancrevolution

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Once upon a time there was a man that decided to stand on a street corner and beg for money. Everyday he wrote a message on a piece of cardboard, stood on the corner holding up his sign, and pocketing the cash he was given. One day another man asked him how much money he made panhandling. Because of that a lucrative business was born. Until finally we have a panhandler on every street corner. By:Lovina

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Once upon a time, there was a young man with eyes the colour of the earth. Everyday, this young man saw the world in shades of grey, as if bleached of colour, the wonder of the world revealed only in short bursts, like flashes of lightning. One day, he came upon a young woman with a cheerful smile. Because of that he began to see the world in colour and he saw the deep blue of her ocean-coloured eyes. Until one day, he gathered up the nerve to talk to her, finding in himself the desire to feed the flickering flame of his fledgling love. He spoke to her all the time until finally, he asked her to dinner. But she said no. By:LazyWriter

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Once upon a time there was a girl who had a bad hip. Everyday, she moved with endless pain. One day, she went to the doctor, who administered lots of tests. Because of that, they tried to find the cause of her hurting hip. Until finally, they found the cause and told her that she would need surgery to get a new hip. By:J Lynn

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Once upon a time there was a boy in a void. He could walk for hours and find nothing that separated one shade of darkness from another. He did not understand love, yet, but he understood boredom, and something else—a writhing, hollow feeling that made his stomach ache and his bones feel filled with air. He learned, after long enough, that he had a voice, and when he screamed, a voice called back. "Who's there?" He didn't know the answer to that question. Every day if the endless, black sameness could be separated into days—the boy spoke with the voice. It started out much like his, but it changed little by little. It became gentle and warm, playful. It learned things he did not know and shared them with him. One day, the boy wanted more. He wanted the sky the voice told him stories about. He wanted something other than this darkness. But the voice, warm and sad, confided in him: "I can't make something from nothing. Give me your feet that walk, and I will give you a sky." His feet had led him nowhere but into the same darkness all his life, so he agreed. He gave her his feet and when he woke again, it was to vibrant stars and a sunrise that made him cry. His sky changed all the time. Storms and sunlight, clouds that puffed up and stretched long and dyed themselves in the colors of kings and conquerors before the stars came out. He watched the sky forever, it felt like. After a while, he wanted more. He wanted trees and flowers beside him, rocks and earth beneath him. He wanted oceans deeper than universes and mountains razor-sharp and black as night, yawning toward infinity. He wanted snow and lightning. Because of that, he gave himself away inch by inch to make a world. Until finally, there came a time when he was just a voice, like his friend. That was fine. He had used his hands to touch flowers and water, his eyes to see every tiny majesty in his world until he felt full with it. He had learned that hearts are for loving. He was never alone. The voice was beside him. He enjoyed the turning of his beautiful world, its storms and sunny days, its warm wind and cold wind and sharp, dry, cutting wind. For a long while, he was happy. But he wanted all the things he had for his friend. He wanted his friend to have hands and feet and a life outside of him. He wanted his friend to be happy and have more friends. He wanted for his friend what he never had for himself: to be able to touch another pair of hands and feel another chest rising and falling with breath. Because of that, he told his friend what he wanted. His friend was silent for a long while, eventually saying, "I can do that, but you have only the most important parts of yourself left to give. To make this, I will have to take the last of you." He'd thought so. That was fine. One day, a boy disappeared, and a girl found hands and feet and a sense of touch, but the boy she wished to hold was gone. The girl started hearing voices and smelling smoke. After all, the boy had wished company for her. She kept away, and she wandered, up mountain peaks black as night and yawning toward the sky. Every day, she spoke into the silence, up toward the stars. She had been just a voice long enough that she understood the weight of words. She told the sky all the stories she would have told the boy, about the world they'd made together, growing and filling with people who touched other hands and looked into other eyes and walked together side by side on roads they made with the toil of their bodies. Once upon a time, there was a full world and a girl, but no boy, and it had never felt quite so empty. There was a feeling inside her that made her stomach ache and her bones feel filled with air, and it made her want to scream. Perhaps, one day, she would. By:§ Roseille ♥

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Once upon a time, there was an astronaut who flew a shining red rocket to a far away world. It was so far away and so little regarded that it didn’t even have a name. They lived all alone on that world among its indigo trees and silver grasses but never felt lonely because there was so much for them to do. Every day, the busy astronaut would wake up, eat breakfast and leave the comfortable rocket. They would travel far and wide across the nameless world. Mapping its crimson rivers and golden seas. Cataloguing the many strange and wondrous creatures they found until the twin suns set and they returned to the rocket to eat and rest and prepare for the next day. One day, the astronaut was documenting a particularly interesting species of beetle that only lived under sapphire rocks when the study was interrupted by a strange new light in the sky. Looking up they saw a fiery trail, blazing overhead and landing not too far away. The Astronaut was shocked to recognise another rocket much like their own. Questions crowded their mind, who could this be? Why had they come to this remote place? How would they respond to finding the nameless world already had a resident? Because of that, it seemed prudent to give the visitor some space. The astronaut watched from a safe distance as a strange creature emerged from the new rocket. It had four stubby legs and four long sinuous arms. Its skin was green and its four eyes a brilliant blue. The astronaut had never seen a creature like this and the thrill of a new discovery warred with their natural caution. It walked back and forth all morning and into the evening setting up its base and exploring it’s new world while the astronaut chose to remain hidden. It acted much as the astronaut had when they had first arrived, it’s actions strangely relatable for such an odd-looking creature. The only thing that the astronaut couldn’t explain was the creature’s habit of stopping every so often and raising one of its four arms in the air. The astronaut continued to observe for several days while the creature continued to act normally apart from its one strange habit of raising its arm at irregular intervals. The astronaut couldn’t fathom what it was doing, was is a religious observance, some quirk of alien biology? It made no sense to them. Until finally, in a sudden flash of insight they understood. The alien was waving! It knew the astronaut was watching and was inviting them to come say hello. Feeling more than a little foolish the astronaut stood and approached their strange new visitor welcoming it to this world. One year and much hard work and many misunderstandings later and the two explorers had become the closest of friends. No longer alone and never lonely they both agreed on a name for the distant planet they had found each other on. From that day forth they would call it home. By:Spindizzy

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Once upon a time there was a starship that traveled the galaxy looking for other signs of intelligent life. Everyday, they investigated planets and moons looking for some indication that they were not alone in the universe. One day, they discovered an alien race in a distant solar system and made contact. Because of that, humanity made its first space friends. Until finally, our new alien friends found an opportune moment and launched their first strike. By:Jeff

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Once upon a time, there was a blazing hot sun. Everyday he would check into to his twelve hour shift in light distribution making sure everyone had their fair share. One day, his wife shows up to work and stands in the sun's way to soak up all of his light demanding that he should speak to her. Because of this, the two argued about how much time they don't spend with each other until finally, he embraces her with his outer ring. She leaves satisfied and happy and goes back home. By:Octavius

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Once upon a time, there was a house at the end of a lonely dusty road. There was nothing remarkable about it, save that the paint on its walls were peeling. The roof had fallen down in places where the crows had made their nests. The windows and the doors had been nailed shut, and the yard, overgrown with weeds. The last occupants had long left it; the quiet of the village, the drudgery, and moved to the city where they could pursue their dreams. But the house had a story to tell. When Kojo first brought Edna into the house, he was fifty and she, thirty. She was beautiful with thick black hair, permed, so that it fell in soft waves about her shoulders. It was very quiet with their closest neighbor, fifteen minutes away by car, and with the husband being away so often on business trips, she was alone most of the time. To keep busy, she made a vegetable garden behind the house, and at the edges of the walkways in front of the house, she planted the most amazing flowers. You could tell she was gifted, could make a drab house look gay. A year later, the baby was born and when she sang, you could hear it all the way down the road. She had the most amazing voice, used to lead the choir back in her church before she got married and moved away. Everyday, she sat on the porch singing to her baby, filling her heart with all the love she had. The husband's absences got more frequent, and she filled the voids in her heart with more and more love for the baby, until there was no longer room for her husband there. One day, the singing stopped. Just like that. Kojo, her husband, had returned home the night before. This time there was no welcome kiss and there was no basin of warm water for him to soak his weary feet in. The next day, she went to the baby's room to take him and sing to him, but the baby would not wake up. The baby had died in his sleep. Because of that, the husband called his boss and told him he wanted to travel less, so that he could spend more time with his wife. But there was one thing he didn't know. His wife had buried her heart with the baby. six months later, Kojo disappeared. Some said he had run away with his lover. In her soft quiet way, she said he had gone away on one of his trips and hadn't returned. She sold the house and moved away two years later. The house fell apart, crumbled in many places, hid snakes and scorpions in its cracks. Until finally, a developer bought the house and the land and finally razed it to the ground. Among the heaps of broken stones and debris, the skull and bits and pieces of bones from an adult man was found. There was much speculation, but whoever it was, was never known. By:Ametorpe

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Once upon a time there was a young man, barely eighteen, who inherited so much money that he could do whatever he wanted. He wanted to be a published author. Since he already knew how to write, he quit college. Every day, he sat at his desk, typed on the computer, and printed out the results. But every day, he threw away the terrible results. One day, the computer failed. Because of that, he went for a long, long walk. Until finally, it came to him. He couldn’t write a good story, because he never lived a life. By:Ari Lox

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ONCE UPON A TIME there was found a black bead,then a blue bead,then a red bead,then a white bead. EVERYDAY another bead was found and put into a broken earthen pot.ONE DAY the little girl to whom this earthen pot belonged to thought to herself; " my earthen pot is getting full,now what do I with it'. BECAUSE OF THAT she began to join the beads together on a string, thinking that they looked pretty she joined more and more of them UNTIL FINALLY a beautiful beaded necklace hung around the beautiful Maasai girl. By:bokeye

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Once upon a time there was a place where everything was beautiful; full of color and light, happiness and peace. Everyday, each person did something that astonished the others. a witty young girl with long course hair would pick the sweetest berries, a sweet young man with two blind eyes would weave the sturdiest baskets, a sturdy old woman who always smiled would roast the finest dinner, a fine young mother who had the spirit of a dove created the most vibrant shelters, a vibrant old man who had never heard a sound taught young children the signs of their people. each person uniquely valued and completely accepted. One day, the strangers came and brought no sweet young men, no sturdy old women, no vibrant old men; only witty young girls and fine young mothers along with their brothers and fathers. there were no sweet blind weavers, vibrant deaf teachers or sturdy cooks who couldn't help but smile. the strangers were not unique, they were instead very similar and quite unaccepting. Because of that, the people began to believe that what made them unique was no longer a trait to be valued but a feature to be discarded. for centuries to follow there was a horrible struggle between those who were unique and those who were similar, the unique were forced to fit into the mold of a similar person but found it completely impossible, they just could not be similar; they were unique. their uniqueness was too inconvenient for the similar to handle, so they locked the unique ones away with accusations of lesser importance. even the similars sometimes gave birth to uniques and still refused to see their value. this place which use to be full of beauty, light, and peace, was quickly distorted into a gray mess of ordinary uniformity. any sign of uniqueness was given a label, those who were vibrant were seen as crazy, those who smiled with no reason were called insane. almost everyone had forgotten the way this place had once been, except the few who believed that uniqueness was valuable. these few treated the unique as equals and began to show others how wrong they had been to discard them. the people had been so lost in their struggle to be similar that they had forgotten the beauty of being unique, they had forgotten that a blind man can still learn, a deaf man can still teach, and a woman who smiles for no reason at all may be the one with the kindest heart. Until finally, the people understood what they had done, the place that was once so peaceful had become so broken and hurtful and bland. slowly the unique ones began to take the light again, they began to live beside the similars and even taught the similars how good it can be to be different. slowly the place became beautiful again. By:gracerin

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Once upon a time there was a cowboy who loved to read poetry and Shakespeare. Everyday, he'd read a few pages before going to bed. One day, another cowhand seized his book and made fun of him, causing all the others to laugh in the bunkhouse. Because of that, he only read in secret or out in the woods. Until finally, an slightly older cowhand with a deep voice was hired who loved to recite Shakespeare or poetry from memory. The others were entertained by him and realized they had been giving the young cowboy a rough time. From then on, he read when he felt like it, off duty, that is. By:pumpkin

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Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who live alone in a tiny little castle. No one ever came to visit her because she lived so high up in the mountains. Everyday, she would look out her window and dream of seeing the world. She would imagine other people as well. One day, a huge storm blew in causing her tiny castle to feel cold and damp. The princess longed for someone to come and be with her during these long cold hours. Hidden in the castle, a fairy heard the princess's wishes. Because of that, she felt sorry for the lonely princess. The fairy zoomed out into the storm. She kept on flying and flying. Until finally, she came across the closest village. There she found two men, brothers, that she deemed worthy to keep the princess company. She knocked them both out and brought them to the tiny castle's front doors. The fairy knocked hard on the doors before zooming away. When the princess finally to the door, the two brothers were starting to stir. They asked the princess if she had room for them to stay the night. The princess readily agreed. Tonight would be the happiest night of her life. By:E. M. Gale

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Once upon a time there was a pointless man. He was tall, but his curved back never allowed him to show his true height. His limbs were bony, but his belly kept ripping off the buttons on his jacket. The hair was thinning and weak, but his body compensated it with a beard he couldn’t defeat by shaving twice a day. His nearsighted eyes appeared to be popping out of their sockets, and his teeth were never revealed in a smile.

He followed a meaningless regimen. Every day, be it a national holiday or a weather disaster, he dressed as he would for work. He would strangle himself with a neck scarf and throw on a jacket with greasy elbow patches if only to descend two floors to pick his newspaper. He only read the horoscopes, which he didn’t believe in. He skipped breakfast, rode a bus, and dined alone. He spent the remaining waking hours at his desk immersed in charts and numbers. He was a slow thinker, but diligent enough to weed out his mistakes. He earned enough money; he had nowhere to spend it.

One day, as he picked up his morning paper, something fell out and rolled to his feet. He reached for a colourful ball of hard candy. Emendation, its wrapper said. How did it get there? An accident? Who would keep candies and newspapers together? No, a mailman must have put it there for him to find. A small token of appreciation. A gift. No one ever noticed him or gave him anything. He never received a birthday present; he never was bribed. Because of that, even such a small thing as candy seemed like an enormous prize. He couldn’t just eat it. It had to be saved for dinner. For a candlelit feast where it can be the crown jewel.

Never in his life, he was this excited to go home to unfreeze a boxed meal. He barely touched it, his mind fixed on the precious dessert. With his shaking hands, he unwrapped the shiny paper and looked at the sparkling caramel. He placed it on his tongue to taste the juicy sweetness. The candy rolled in his mouth, coating the inside with sugary freshness, its scent tickling his nose, it danced on his tasting buds, it turned, leaving a tail of tenderness, and it slipped inside his throat, halting midway through. He tried to nudge it back; it firmly held its ground. He coughed. The candy stayed in place, pressing on his windpipe. He strained to breathe in, producing only a faint hiss. He fell to his knees, trying to pat himself on the back, crimson terror on his face. He clawed at the tight neck scarf. He drummed on his chest. He put fingers in his mouth. Until finally, his oxygen-deprived brain gave up, and his body fell lifeless. As his killer slowly melted inside his
throat, the eugenics committee was putting a new surprise candy into another pointless man’s mailbox. By:J.B. Ezar

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Once upon a time there was a young rooster named Roo. Everyday,
Roo woke up listen to his fellow male chickens sing. One day, there was a fox walking around the hen house. Because of that, Roo crowed "Er-er-er-er-errr" very loudly. Until finally the farmer and his dogs woke up and chased the fox away. Everyone was so proud of Roo. By:Dorianne

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Once upon a time there was a mighty demon. Everyday, the demon tortured a different soul in the depths of the chasm that he called home. One day, a new soul arrived who was ripped apart, its light was dim unlike the other souls he received. The demon asked the soul how he became this way, it was evident the soul was already tortured. The soul spoke with a flicker of its light, “Self hatred has eaten me inside, doubt has sucked out my light. Don’t hold back on your torture, demon, it will be welcomed”. The demon was taken aback, he was challenged. Because of that, he thought of how he could torture this poor soul. Day in, day out he was designing different forms of torture in his mind and giving up on them. He stopped torturing other souls too. This one soul had become all he could think about. Until finally, the demon could not take it anymore. This had become a torture to him. He went to the soul, reached into the depths of its being and crushed the light within it. The soul evaporated in a slight sigh. The demon stretched out his wings and flew out of the chasm, never to return again. By:Gregowich

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Once upon a time, there was a little boy of about six years of age in Wonderland. Everyday, he treks to school which was about ten kilometer from his home. One day, as he was walking his way to school, he saw a puppy that was lost which belonged to a nearby rich man and took it to the owner. Because of that, the rich man bought him a bicycle. Until finally, he could now go school on a bicycle. By:Kay Salisu Titilola

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Once upon a time there was a 19 year old woman named Sarah Nicholson, who with her blonde hair, blue eyes covered by glass,large breasts usually covered by a pink t-shirt and curvy hips and bubble butt covered by a short black skirt,which along with her fun and outgoing personality meant the young woman attached interest for both male and females but Sarah was happy with her current girlfriend Rebecca.

Everyday, Sarah would take a walk through the forrest and enjoy the peace and quiet. One day, Sarah was walking along when she spotted a rabbit hole and went over to have a closer look, the hole was rather small but when the young woman spotted a red rose,her favourite flower,her curiosity got the of her and she stuck her head inside and after a struggle due to her breasts,her entire top half was soon inside, leaving only her hips, curvy backside and legs sticking out. Sarah grabbed the flower and put it in her hair before joking,"I must look so silly with my backside sticking out" before deciding to back out of the hole but was shocked to discover that she couldn't. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea", said the young woman as she placed her hands against the hole and pushed and pushed with all her might but still she didn't move and was now concerned and a bit annoyed. Sarah then tried to push herself free again, even putting her foot against the hole for more leverage but still she didn't budge,Sarah was completely stuck. Sarah then decided to phone Rebecca for help,but remembered that her phone was outside in the back pocket of her skirt.

Because of that, the young woman couldn't phone for help and began shouting"could someone please help me,I'm stuck but no one was nearby to hear her voice. Time passed with Sarah remaining in the hole and said,"at least,my day can't get any worse" as a dog walking passed spotted the young woman's situation and grabbed the seat of her skirt and began to pull as Sarah felt the sudden tugging and growling of the dog and began wiggling her rear end and said,"hey let go of my skirt,you naughty dog"but still the dog continued to pull until a RIP sound was heard and Sarah's face beet red with embarrassment as she realised that the dog had pulled off the seat of her skirt and exposed her bubble butt,which was barely covered by red panties before the dog left, leaving the humiliated young woman still stuck and now with her underwear showing.

"I think I'm going to be stuck here forever", said Sarah as just then a voice said,"Sarah,why is your backside sticking out a rabbit hole and why can I see your pants?" Sarah realised that the voice belong to her girlfriend, Rebecca and replied,"hi honey,I went inside this hole to get a flower but I got stuck and it was a dog that did that to my skirt, could you please give me a hand?" Of course, we'll help" as Rebecca revealed that the two's friends Chloe and Penelope were with her and after everyone laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation before a chain was formed with Rebecca pulling on Sarah's hips, Chloe pulled Rebecca's waist and Penelope pulled Chloe's t-shirt and Sarah pushed. "1,2,3, heave,said Rebecca as the tug of war began as the foursome pulled and pushed with all their strength but still Sarah remained in the hole when the dog from earlier grabbed the hem of Penelope's dress to help to pull. The tug of war continued Until finally, a POP sound was heard and everyone flew backwards into a heap on the ground as Sarah was pulled from the hole at last. "Thank goodness for that said Sarah as she hugged and kissed her girlfriend Rebecca before thanking everyone including the dog from helping her out before everyone laughed at the ridiculousness of the entire situation as they went back to Sarah and Rebecca's house for some lunch together with Sarah using her hoodie to cover up the hole in her skirt. By:Kieran1998

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Once upon a time there was a boy who believed in fairy tales. He believed he could write his own happy story in reality. Everyday, he would wake up and simply hope that today was the day he would start writing chapter one. Many years passed by, but this thought never left him. He was clearly desperate, but for what, he didn't know. One day, he finally had the chance to write his story. He began doing just that. It made him really happy. Many months passed by and he was busy writing new chapters. However, he could see that he was the only one writing happy stories. Everyone around him didn't want to write anymore. Because of that, he simply couldn't write anymore. It burned a hole right through him, and it hurt. Very bad. He tried to ignore his pain and suffering for many days. One day, he became fed up with his pathetic existence. He just wanted everyone to start writing too. Until finally, he decided to quit. He couldn't take it anymore. Eventually, everything went back to normal, but he never did. He couldn't find a way to fill the massive void left inside him. Nothing would help. He couldn't carry on his miserable experience. He now stopped writing happy stories. I didn't believe in fairy tales. All he had, were his nightmares. By:Existence

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Once upon a time there was a troll (his name was Grundlebletch von Hoogenspit) who lived deep underground in a cave. Yes, he was a cave troll and, accordingly, he had no time at all for forest trolls, considering them flighty and irresponsible with silly ideas of going out in the daytime, unprotected from the harsh light of the searing sun.

Every day Grundle (as his friends called him) would wander through the tunnels radiating from his cave, searching for the worms, burrowing beetles and larvae that formed the basis of his diet. He had never tasted the flesh of creatures that walked above the ground, protected by the sunlight as they were, so he did not yearn for anything more tasty than his daily fare.

But do not think that Grundle was devoid of imagination. Cave trolls are a serious bunch and they think profound thoughts regarding such things as the decomposition time required for a leaf to turn into soil, why dirt dislodged from the roof of a tunnel always falls downwards rather than any other direction, what makes the mole run from a troll in such obvious terror. Cave trolls, indeed, are the intellectuals of their species.

One day Grundle discovered an unexplored tunnel. It was right at the edge of his range (which explains why he had never seen it before) and he stood immobile for long minutes while deciding whether to see where it led. Grundle was exceptional amongst cave trolls in that he sometimes allowed curiosity to get the better of him and so he set off up the new tunnel.

After some time he became aware that the tunnel was heading upwards, not steeply but steadily. The thought occurred to him that he might be on his way to the outside. Because of that he stopped and pondered for a while, wondering if he was being led astray. His curiosity won in the end, however, and he continued on his way.

There began to be a faint glow of light in the darkness but Grundle’s eyes were fixed on the floor, avoiding intrusive roots and protruding rocks. Then suddenly he was at the end of the tunnel. Still concentrating on the floor, Grundle kept going until finally he was right out there in the open. He stood in horror as he realised the terrible thing he had done. The sun shone powerfully overhead and he knew he had only minutes before he would be shrivelled up like a dead leaf. He must find shelter quickly!

Now, you and I would know that all he had to do was turn around and walk the few paces back to the tunnel but trolls don’t think like that. Their thought processes proceed in straight lines and do not countenance deflection from their chosen path. This is why any company of orcs and goblins will always put the trolls in the front of the column. If anyone is going to walk into an ambush, let it be the trolls - they won’t stop.

There was, therefore, only one way for Grundle to go. He began to run forward. Well, I say “run” but trolls don’t really run. They accelerate slowly into a lurching, swaying sort of stumble that is, surprisingly, a lot faster than you would expect. And Grundle was spurred by his growing fear of dehydration and mummification by the sun.

Ahead of Grundle there was what we would describe as a river. Grundle did not even consider what it might be, seeing only that there was a stone arch that crossed the water thingy (as he later named it). Under the arch he could see darkness, darkness that offered shelter and survival. With a desperate last effort he threw himself forward and landed with a mighty splash in the water flowing under the bridge. Darkness enveloped him and he lay back in relief in the water, not caring that the stony bed of the river was uncomfortable (to say the least).

In his subsequent examination of his situation, Grundle realised that he was rather limited in his options. He was forced to spend daylight hours in the shadows under the bridge and at night he dared little more than brief food foraging expeditions as close to the bridge as possible.

Eventually, Grundle accepted his lot and even began to enjoy it. Memories of his cave faded until he imagined that he had dreamt the place. There came a day when a female forest troll walked into Grundle’s home under the bridge and they became friends. In time they were married and, a bit later, they produced a brood of baby trollettes.

And that, of course, is how bridge trolls came about. Take my advice and cross bridges quickly, especially the arched kind made of stones. By:Beholden

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Once upon a time there was a girl who tried to express her thoughts and emotions through writing poems and stories. Every day, she would practice writing about her life experiences with passion and her creativity began to flow. One day she got the courage to show some of her writings to a well respected professional. He actually cried after reading one of her poems. Because of that totally unexpected reaction to something she had penned, she joined the WDC community, yet still felt inadequate, until she began to win contests judged by other authors. She still felt almost like she was an imposter posing as an author, until finally she began to slowly realize that she did have some talent to share with other writers. By:Mari McKee

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Once upon a time there was a good Catholic girl who attended a public university. Everyday, she woke up and went to her calculus, chemistry, and other courses. One day, she fell in love with one of her classmates, but he was asexual. Because of that, they broke up and she was devastated. Until finally, she decided she’d love him for the rest of her life no matter what and became polyamorous, moving on but never forgetting him. By:K5Rakitan

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Once upon a time there was a war.
Everyday, a piece of the earth died.
One day, the last piece was destroyed.
Because of that, earth dies.
Until finally, i woke up. By:I65BC

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Once upon a time there was a youthful, yet cunning, witch that lived in a clay shingled cottage. Every day she would study diligently, thumbing through countless grimoires with cracked leather straps and sun tinted pages while practicing her incantations with outstretched arm.

One day a teller with an urgent message came calling, soaked from the raging storm that flashed luminously through the gaped wooden shutters in the galley. His grey flannel overcoat and baggy poppers hat dripped profusely onto the chipped hickory flooring as he handed me the crinkled envelope, Honorary Witches Foundational Society stamped in broad letters across.

Because of that, I quickly thanked the messenger and escorted him out with creak and click of the door without regards to the looming conditions outside. Pondering on the contents as I sat on my red and black checkered bedside I finally decided to stash it away in the side drawer of my streaked mirrored bureau, locking it with a short twist of a tiny brass key for fear of reading of my refused admittance.

Until finally, miserable and distraught from unknowing, my hand eagerly removes the lightly dusted parchment, swiftly ripping the corner down the length before unfolding the letter.

In fine feathered penmanship it read of my acceptance into the highly regarded community of accomplished practitioners of the magical arts, bringing with it an explosion of teary eyed recollections and glee. Never again feeling a want for something better or being told I wasn't good enough I made preparations to leave the breezy, shoddy, mirky confines of what once was a woeful existence of past failures and hasty decisions to move on to a greater purpose, never to look back on my humble beginnings. By:Compendium

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Once upon a time there was a brave girl. Everyday she would hear the noises , and breaking of glass coming from the room. Her mother was wearing sweaters in summer again , and dad was kissing ass. One day the little girl became very sick, troubled if you would say. She was diagnosed with ptsd. Because of that, she couldn't focus or finish school. She dropped out at 16 years old while in foster care, eventually having a baby girl of her own. Not knowing how to be alone she met a guy, head over heals. But instead of sweeping her off her feet , swept her under the rug. Another door mat in the cycle of domestic. Until finally she looked at her baby girl and saw herself. She knew it had to stop as the little girl had tears down her face and was running for her life. Never to look back, starting fresh at last. By:BeautysDarkness

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Once upon a time there was a little girl. Everyday, crying of her stressful life of being an orphan. One day, she decided to go and see a psychologist at the nearby clinic. Because of that, her worries disappeared, and self-esteem regained. Until finally, she became a motivational speaker. By:Ntembeko Gwebityala

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Once upon a time there was a lie, ever so sweetly made. Everyday, dreamers came, searching for a place to rest. One day, the lie was discovered. Yet it mattered not, reality was still too harsh for many. Because of that, a few were lost within reality's dreams. Until finally, it was recognized, perhaps life was just meant to be as such. A difficult journey made for wool gatherers to lessen life's tiring antics. By:Melly Lane

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