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Epic PoemThe beaver sleeps at night, his shadow is echoing on the tree trunk of life never stopping, never slowing, and the tree said, "woah man! you are hurting my leaves and bees so please oh please go away." then the eagle had a face of a lion and the lion had a foot of a bear, the devil said that life is just the gateway to your next eternity. today is just a stop to where you are going so go and go and the beaver realizd this and became enlightented and he went into the forest and saw the eagle,bear creature and he attempted to eat it,but his jaw was not big enough and he collapsed into a heap of death and he swirled into darkness where the tree
a days break A Day's Break
In the cold and dark night, a hunt had started. The smell of blood and death filled the forest as the hunters themselves had become the hunted. Three of them went into the forest, one was left. As he ran through the forest he could hear his friend's screams of pain and pleading of help from the survivor. He continued to run. On his left saw something moving towards him, and he saw it.
A pack of hungry vampires and stumbled upon the clumsy hunters and started to feast. They're razor sharp claws and teeth like daggers dripped blood and their cold eyes had no expression or color at all. Their clothes were torn and ripped from th
No way out No Way Out
"It was an seemingly average day. The party was pretty great, well until the fire. It just came out of nowhere," he said, with a terrible hoarseness in his voice.
"Now, Jackson, tell me more about this fire." Brian spoke slowly and clearly, looking unsatisfied. He was trying hard not to stare at the man's facial burns.
"It was horrible, the flames were just consuming everything. No one was safe from it, it just kept growing and growing," Jackson stated with an obvious look of cheerlessness on his face.
"So, do you know of anyone who might have started the fire?" Brain asked.
Food stories The smell of death was spilling through the streets of strawberry city, and the disease was spreading even faster then thought. Dead fruits and vegetables littered the streets and king pancake was doing his best to quarantine the infected areas. Wild dogs were running wild feasting on dead bagels and waffles. Tough they were not wild dogs they were the infectees, when the disease infects their minds, they go crazy and eat other citizens. On the dark night that it came from a cheesesteak more and more people were dying. It spread through the bite of an infected food and from then festered until driving them crazy and finally killing
Cupcake crusaders The cupcakes were all crowded on their boats, stuck in the rhythm of the boat rocking back in forth on the Carmel sea. Many were sick, vomiting over the side of the boat and over themselves. They knew not why they had joined the crusades, many of them had done it on an instinct, a rash decision. They had to fight the barbaric clams in the holey land, the land of the saceard donut god. They had taken antgonash a sacred clam city, as well as baker.
The cupcakes landed on the shores of the holey land and marched to baker. The dead bodies of the clams scattered the land and mass burials were under way. They saw burning villages and screa
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