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The Red Reaper by ILovetheTalkingClock, literature
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The Red Reaper
It was a late afternoon in the forests. The sky was pink, and ready to go deep blue in a rather short time. In the forests, a grim reaper was making her way through. Her cloak was a deep ruby red, matching the pupil-like lights in her eye sockets. Her hair was made of black shadow and was flowing smoothly, like the ocean on the calmest days. She held her scythe of silver in one hand, and a bag of food and supplies in the other, as while grim reapers couldn’t die from starvation, they could still get hungry. The Red Reaper, as she was called, was on her way to reap the soul of a woman whose time was near up, like usually. Little did she
Sugar Fables #10: The Three Billy Goats Gruff by SpecJects, literature
Literature
Sugar Fables #10: The Three Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time, there were three billy goats who are standing on the edge of the bridge.
“What an interesting bridge. Why don’t we cross it?”
“Alright, as long as there ain’t no kind of hairy funky monster lurking down there. BE-E-E-E-EH”
“What’re you talking about? There ain’t no funky hairy monster under there. Anyways, let’s cross it. BE-E-E-E-EH”
So the smallest billy goat went first and went HUFFITY-HUFFITY-HUFFITY-HUFF. He stopped for a moment to look down at the river. “Hey look, a goldfish! Oh look, a nanny! Wow look, a.......... gruff.”
“Wha-a-a-at&
The Three Playful Little Chus by DimSum007, literature
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The Three Playful Little Chus
Once upon a time, there lived three Chus, who wanted to go up a hillside in the forest to meet up and play with their friends, and their names were Pichu, Pikachu, and Raichu.
On the way up was a large bridge over a brook; and on top of the bridge was a giant, fat Snorlax blocking the way, with a stomach as big as a steamroller but so it likes to eat small things.
First of all came the youngest, cutest Chu to cross the bridge. "Hmmm hm hm hmm..." He was humming along the way.
"Who's that walking on my bridge?" roared the fat Snorlax as it stared down at the youngest, cutest Chu.
"Oh, it is only I, the young, cute little Pichu; and I'm goi
