In order to help tune my Voice and get back in the habit of writing all that time, I have decided to make up some fairly tales (they are fairly like fairy tales) I used to do this all the time but I got out of the habit, and today I realised I hadn't written anything in almost a month.
I am going to post them here to try to keep myself going, so you may all want to start making alibies and pretending not to know me now. You know, so you can beat the rush.
here is the latest (warning, these tend to be stupid, sick, rambling and horribly repetative)
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Bobby who lived in a cottage with his grandmother at the edge of big forest. One day, while he was out chopping wood so that his poor old grandmother wouldn't freeze to death, a huge tree fell on him and he died of dehydration three days later.
There was once a very poor fisherman who lived by the sea. He spent all his time searching for a magic lamp like the one his neigbor had found instead of fishing. He never found one, and eventually filled his pockets with rocks and jumped into the sea.
Long ago, in a far away land, there was a little girl who took good care of her dear widowed mother. She cooked and cleaned in their cozy little cottage which was tucked away in a suny clearing deep in the forest. On Arabella's sixth birthday, her mother sent her out to pick berries for a cake, and she was mauled to death by bears. Her mother got over it.
Deep in the forest there lived two children named Hans and Greta. They were brother and sister, and lived alone in a one room cottage with their father who was a woodcutter. Times were lean, and their father decided that he just couldn't afford to keep Hans and Greta any more. One day, he took them with him out to the middle of the forest, chopped them up with an axe, and buried them in a shallow grave.
I am going to post them here to try to keep myself going, so you may all want to start making alibies and pretending not to know me now. You know, so you can beat the rush.
here is the latest (warning, these tend to be stupid, sick, rambling and horribly repetative)
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Bobby who lived in a cottage with his grandmother at the edge of big forest. One day, while he was out chopping wood so that his poor old grandmother wouldn't freeze to death, a huge tree fell on him and he died of dehydration three days later.
There was once a very poor fisherman who lived by the sea. He spent all his time searching for a magic lamp like the one his neigbor had found instead of fishing. He never found one, and eventually filled his pockets with rocks and jumped into the sea.
Long ago, in a far away land, there was a little girl who took good care of her dear widowed mother. She cooked and cleaned in their cozy little cottage which was tucked away in a suny clearing deep in the forest. On Arabella's sixth birthday, her mother sent her out to pick berries for a cake, and she was mauled to death by bears. Her mother got over it.
Deep in the forest there lived two children named Hans and Greta. They were brother and sister, and lived alone in a one room cottage with their father who was a woodcutter. Times were lean, and their father decided that he just couldn't afford to keep Hans and Greta any more. One day, he took them with him out to the middle of the forest, chopped them up with an axe, and buried them in a shallow grave.
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These aren't Aesop's fables, are they?