Mr. Grimm_Tale of Opera jungle_A Broken Fairy Tale_One With Nature
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Mr. Grimm
Once upon a time, there lived a very bad man called Mr. Grimm. Mr. Grimm had not treated his family particularly well when hwww.onedoor.cce was a young man, and as a result they had all abandoned him. Now nearing the end of his life, Mr. Grimm was a rather bitter and sad man who liked nothing more than to make other people as miserable as him. He used to stand outside his ramshackle cottage and shout at the passing children. He would cry ‘Young child!’ Come here and see what sweet treats I have in my kitchen, just for you!’ Many of the children would be scared at the sight of this wild old man, and would...
Tale of Opera jungle
The stranger's letter There was a boy who lives in a city? The name of the city was Dopasha city. The name of the boy was Vopu. He was an intelligent boy. His age was 13 years. His house was a lovely house. For only mother, father and Vopu live in the house. The name of Vopu father was Astricka. And he was a teacher. And Vopu mother name was Kaushalya. The Vopu was always friendly in relation and work. He reads in five standers in the school. As the name of the school was "James School". And as a true teacher his father and mother also posted in the same school "James School". Vopu r...
A Broken Fairy Tale
The dark sky screams with swooshes, falling stardust, and an intruding aurora. Regret rags my soul in pieces as I writhe to escape time’s choking hold. I fall on my face on the cobbled ground, look up to the starlit castle uphill, and realize that the kingdom is torn between realms. Time’s invisible rope binds my hands. I feel I’m going still with the world as some wicked force presses upon me. I’m left tied by my own mistakes, my own foolishness, my outrageous compassion… I shouldn’t have trusted anyone because trusting is giving up your own will. Damn them whose fault it is that we’re here...
One With Nature
ONE WITH NATUREBY JAMES M. VINES Buzz go the Honey Bees, as they come out of their hives into the warm sunlight. Chirp go the birds as they look for a mate as they begin the ritual courtship of spring. Up and down the squirrels run, chasing each other back and forth at play. Quietly I sit on an old stump, my, Honey Blonde hair flowing wildly in the wind. In tune with nature is what they call it I think. I am not completely sure, but what I do know is that ever since I was a child, nature has always seemed to respond to me. The quieter I am, t...