Calling all storytellers
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Thread Topic: Calling all storytellers
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If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hope-er, a prayer, a magic bean buyer. If you are a pretender, sit by the fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! -Shel Silverstein
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What kind of story would you like to hear?
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Any story wil do.........
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Once upon a time there was this cute little orange haired human girl named Heph. She met another human her age named Edward. After that, she managed to meet a smaller non-human named Selim, who brutally slaughtered her with his shadows.
Then she was brought back by a man named Hohenheim, but her appearance was altered, she had white hair, and glowing red eyes.
And now she's going to die by the hands of her old mentor, Inn.
:3 The End -
........ Interesting.......... well, a story for a story! Hold on plz.
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It's my life story~
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Once apon a time ( lovely words) there was a girl, and her name was a secret. No really! Annabelle secret. She was strange, that Annabelle secret. She spoke of strange things, when she bothered to speak at all( again, strange!) She speaks of only one thing, death, and those that have died... a desced name every day...........
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Cool glowing red eyes! Too bad about the going to be killed part though......m
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I like your story!O:
And yeah, my eyes are cool. And I won't be killed so long as I don't hurt anyone anymore... -
Yes, not hurting anyone is a good idea. Unless they deserve it.........
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Very interesting. Would you like to hear mine perhaps? For any dreamer may hear.
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The spirit who traveled on a shooting star
well, it was a strange night, it was all foggy and it was a full moon and a clear starry night, there was suddenly a strange thing shooting across the sky at the speed of light, that was when strange things happened, and that is how an ancient mysterious creature appeared ( XD that is the end, it was kind of short and weird ) -
Nice. Short and sweet.
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Never tread to far in the forest is what every one says. Something deep and dark hides secrets. For the enchantris lurks in every corner and bend. But need not fear. Those are just myths and legends, their childrens ask. And far away I laughed. Such arrogant children always find me. My home is in the forest, and my death was at home...
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She is darkness. She is what fills the unlit corners of libraries where young writers sit. She is what follows me as I carry my filled notebooks in the sun. She is what covers the landscape late at night when I'm up way past my bedtime. Yes, she is around me almost all the time. Or is she? Is she even there at all? I think not. She is nothing. Nothing, but the absence of light. How it must eat away at her, knowing she is only a lack of something else. But, then again, I wouldn't know. For, unlike hers, my life has pupose. What is that purpose, you ask? Why, it is to tell you and people like you. Including the ones about her.
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