DieTodesengle
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(3/6/03 5:59 pm)
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Writing Wheel...
We do these in school, you start a story, and every other person adds on until it is finished. So here we go...
Once upon a time, there was a small child. I do not know as to whether it was a small boy, or a small girl, just a small child cloaked in black and shadows. This child was always doing things slightly different, and although it never did anything PARTICULARLY strange, it somehow managed to freak all the people out. So the child was alone. One day, this child was standing by a house, which was on fire. A boy on a bicycle drove slowly by, puched the child into the fire, and then drove off as quickly as possible. Somehow, the child remained unharmed. Soon, this child was the only thing to grace any persons lips, and so was locked in a cage and displayed like one in a freak show. Perhaps because this child was a freak. Anyway, after about a week of this, the child was visited by a magickal faerie. The faerie was in fact the almighty goddess of pancakes and other assorted breakfast goods. "Dearest child, to compensate your suffering, I offer you breakfast whenever you would like. You may have anything you would like to eat." The child stood staring at this, a magickal pancake faerie, and quietly wondered why IT was the one locked within the caonfines of a cage, and not this peice of work. Then it decided to see if the faerie spoke true. "Oh, magickal faerie, I would like french toast. Piles of french toast, mounds and stacks of french toast.Mountains, entire closets(though I have no closet)jammed FULL of french toast!" The faerie did as the child wished, and conjured hundreds of thousands of peices of toast. In fact, it conjured so much toast that the cage the child was locked within...simply exploded. This was just as the child had planned, and it peered out, trying to decide what it ought to do now...
Your turn.
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