When we got to the cafeteria Olivia and I found an open table with a bunch of other kids there. Then I went up to the cafe and got my lunch for 2$. Today's lunch was chicken patties. There was a new chef that had changed the menu back to the old meals. I like the old menu cause when the last chef changed it they were only making salads and "healthy" meals.

I went to the table and sat down. I didn't recognize the other kids sitting down cause they weren't in any of our classes. When I sat down at the table I looked up and said "Hi guys! What's your name?" 
They said there names were Jill, Catherine, and Bobby.
Olivia was the only one at the table who had brought her lunch so as I played around with my food I got a scary story idea. I knew Olivia would just say that I was being annoying and tell the other kids about my scary stories so I waited for her to go to the bathroom before I started talking. 
"Do you guys like your lunch?" I asked. 
"Yeah. I guess so." Jill said. 
"Have you guys noticed that our new chef has changed the menu back to the older meals and was really mad that it had been changed?" I said. 
"So what? I like the older food." Catherine said. 
"I do too but isn't it a little spooky? The new chef also seems pretty old, and I think that she's a ghost of one of the older chefs!" I said. 
Jill and Catherine looked pretty scared and Jill said 
"R-Really?" In a terrified voice. 
"Oh come on! Of course not!" Bobby said as he rolled his eyes. 
Suddenly Olivia came back and when she looked at the other kids she said "what's wrong guys?"
"Sabrina says that the new chef is a ghost of one of the older ones!" Said Catherine. 
"Oh come on Sabrina! Will you just stop with the stories?! I'm sorry guys but Sabrina loves to try to scare people with scary stories. They AREN'T true." She said in a pretty angry voice. 
"I'm not lying. It's true!" I said. 
Suddenly lunch was over and it was time for Social studies. Social Studies was my least favorite subject and I was always secretly asking Olivia for help, but when I asked Olivia for help today she just ignored me. Probably because she was really annoyed and angry at me for scaring everyone.
After Social Studies came math and art class (my favorites) and then it was time to go home.

I always get off the bus before Olivia does and My parents always want me to wait at the bus stop for Lily and then take her home. It took a while for Lily's bus to arrive but it finally came. Then Lily got off the bus and we headed home. On our way back we always pass the giant abandoned house that I mentioned earlier. We were passing the house when I suddenly said "Did you hear that Lily?! I think I heard something rustling over there."
"Really?!"  She said nervously.
"Yeah! Let's go check out the house. I bet there's something inside." I said. 
"Come on Sabrina! Will you stop it already?! There's no way to get in anyway." Lily said. 
"I bet we could find a way to get into the garage." I said, but as I walked up to the garage Lily just rolled her eyes and walked away.

When we got home Lily went up to mom and said "Sabrina won't stop trying to scare me mom!!!".
My mom looked at me with a pretty angry look on her face and said "Sabrina! Will you EVER stop torturing your sister and friends?! Olivia's dad called and said that you scared her and new kids again!".
"I've been trying to stop but it's not easy. It's like a ghost keeps overshadowing me to tell the stories." I said in a creepy tone of voice. Lily ran off to her room with a terrified look on her face and my mom just rolled her eyes and left.

Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
At night, the sea breeze and the wind from the river clashed, like a woman sobbing.
The whole place was surrounded by green grazing lands. There were not many lights around, like a real countryside. It was perfectly silent, unlike the bustling city.
Mo Fan's group of three were invited along by Zhao Pinlin, Rong Sheng, and the others to join them at a campfire around a kilometer away from the hotel.
There was a little wooden shed close to the campfire. The roof was made of steel glass, allowing the people inside to see the beautiful night sky.
The night was quite cloudy. A huge part of the sky was lit up by stars, while the other parts were covered in clouds. The clouds were moving slowly, trying to compete with the stars for territory.
The wind was strong, and the night was chilly, but the bunch of young adults was enjoying themselves in the wooden shed. It had a fridge full of alcohol. The students also brought snacks and cooked food. In the center was a campfire made of cobbles. Everyone could easily add dried branches to the fire. It was the only source of light and warmth within a kilometer, resulting in an uneasy yet thrilling atmosphere.
Many people liked to go camping in the wild and setting up campfires. However, there were also bugs, mosquitoes, cold wind, and the darkness that made them feel uneasy. It was not as romantic as everyone imagined, but the atmosphere was perfectly suited to their needs. It was thrilling, clean, and comfortable enough. The students were easily lost in wild and fanciful thoughts. The light of the fire lit up everyone's face as they were sharing some exciting and scary stories. The place was soon filled with laughter, driving away the uneasy atmosphere...
The students could not help but agree that Zhao Pinlin's arrangement was perfect. He had successfully won the affection of a few girls in the group. They never knew he had come from such a wealthy background at school, and he was aware of what girls wanted.
"Come, let's take turns sharing some scary stories. If more than half of the group think it isn't scary enough, they must take that path to the top of the hill!" suggested Rong Sheng.
"I'll go first, you are all going to wet your pants," Mo Fan soon joined in. He was excited as soon as someone mentioned the term scary stories.
Mo Fan soon finished telling his story. The group of young men and women fell silent. One of the girls even suggested they go back to the hotel in a soft voice.
Mu Ningxue secretly stepped on Mo Fan's foot. This guy was trying to destroy the atmosphere!
Mo Fan was actually telling them his own experience at Yanming Temple. His encounter with Miyata was quite spooky, yet he purposely added more details to the story. He described Miyata as a ghost with only half her face left. He even described how the monks were tortured in full detail...
The scary stories that most people told were fake, thus the listeners could easily figure out the unreasonable bits. However, Mo Fan was simply telling them his own experience. The details were on point, it felt like they were right inside the story. Even Mu Ningxue felt a shiver as she recalled the incident!
"Humph, how childish!" Lingling was not impressed by Mo Fan's scary story.
"Well, I guess I'll go next... it's not really a ghost story, but some rumors I was told in Wuzhen," Rong Sheng immediately spoke out to cut the atmosphere.
"Quick, tell us."
Everyone desperately needed another story to clear their thoughts of Mo Fan's spooky tale.
"My brother is a Magician. To be more precise, he is a City Hunter in charge of the safety in Wuzhen... around two months ago, Wuzhen had a strange mist, and some locals went missing. My brother was placed in charge of the incident, so he went to investigate. Guess what happened there?" said Rong Sheng with a serious face.
"What is it?" Everyone knew about Wuzhen. Many of them had visited the place before. As such, they were all attracted by the story as soon as Rong Sheng started telling it.
"A moth woman!" Rong Sheng was quite an expert at telling stories. He purposely lowered his voice to make it sound spookier.
"Moth...moth woman?"
"Yeah, my brother told me that some locals actually saw her in person, and the mist wasn't really just a normal mist. It consisted of flying moths so densely packed together that it looked like a mist. Rumors said they were actually man-eating moths. Think about it, with moths as dense as a mist, even an elephant will be eaten within seconds, let alone a human..." said Rong Sheng.
"Please...please tell me it isn't true, I was planning to bring my girlfriend to Wuzhen!" yelled a young man.
"It's only some rumors. Maybe it's something the locals came up with, to attract tourists looking for an adventure," sighed Zhao Pinlin smilingly. His eyes under the golden-framed glasses seemed rather intelligent.
Rong Sheng chuckled. He did not continue the story.
"What he said was real, too," Mo Fan interrupted.
"Damn, not you again!" the young man jumped to his feet.
Rong Sheng was stunned. He looked at Mo Fan in astonishment.
"Unfortunately, I was there, too. When I was about to leave the town, I saw people like City Hunters entering the town. The mist was real, but the moth woman wasn't proven to be real yet. They weren't sure if the missing people were related to the moth woman either, they are just speculations," said Mo Fan.
Rong Sheng was a bit surprised that Mo Fan actually knew the details. He quickly added, "My brother agreed with the speculations, too!"
"But the case wasn't settled; they still haven't caught the moth woman," Lingling subconsciously added.
As a Hunter Master, Lingling did hear the rumors about the incident, too. It was one of the more bizarre cases recently. Since no one had posted a quest about it, the City Hunters were placed in charge. However, they still had not found out the truth. As a result, more rumors started spreading, and there were quite a few different versions.
"Wait, what did you mean… it was real, too?" A girl's eyes widened when she suddenly recalled Mo Fan's words.
"Holy crap, do you mean what you told us was real too?!"
"I want to go back!"
Mo Fan was left speechless.
----
Everyone took turns telling their stories. Soon, it was a girl called Guo Wenyi's turn. She was actually from Chongming Island, so she was basically a local.
"Wenyi, tell us something, otherwise you'll have to walk to the top of the hill yourself!" urged Rong Sheng.
Guo Wenyi seemed to be quite timid. She hesitated for a while before she finally spoke, "I did encounter something strange here, but I think it was only my imagination. One night, I went to visit my classmate in the neighboring town. My brother said he would come pick me up with his scooter, but he was too drunk. He didn't even pick up my call, yet I couldn't stay at my classmate's house, so I had no choice but to walk back to my town. It was only two kilometers away...it was fine at the start, but I suddenly picked up a foul stench, like the smell of a swamp."
Guo Wenyi came to a pause. The others were dying to know what happened next. However, Mo Fan's gaze sharpened as soon as he heard the description of the scent!


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

Endless stories are told around the world. All day, every day, there's always a new story to be told, and a new tale to be heard. Maybe it's not new, but at least you haven't heard it yet. These stories can be boring or entertaining. Long or short. Some stories paint a vivid description of its events. Some are bland with depictions, and leave the imagery to the imagination. With an infinite amount of events occurring constantly, and an infinite amount of words being combined in an infinite amount of ways, there truly is an indefinite amount of stories. These stories can be happy, sad, and they can make you feel many other emotions as well. These stories are often so popular, they're bought and sold like commoddities. Because if the story is good enough, it becomes one. Straying away from published works, stories are often shared by word of mouth, and received by ear. These stories could be random juicy tidbits about the people in your neighborhood, like "Oh, did you hear that Mr. Kayaba is divorcing his wife", but they can also be more immature but exciting stories like "Supposedly, if you head to the cafe at night, you can see a ghost if you stare behind the counter long enough". These are the most common, and are always being spread. Almost like a virus. Day in and day out, short little tales and anecdotes like that about anything and everything make their way through the air. These are the most common, and you've likely caught wind of them- or something similar. These often overlooked, but never missed stories. However. Most of those stories are false. Stories that didn't happen.
Wives' tales.
Rumors.
Street gossip.
Local legends.
All of which are never true. Their only purpose is to deceive. These rumors are made up by people who have boring lives, to make life less boring. Maybe, if enough people hear about this, they'll start to believe it is a common thought process. These lies, passed as tales, are made up. Entirely fabricated. They exist  for nothing more than to be spread. That is what they're for. Perhaps the nature of all stories is to be told, but there are some stories which are not to be told.
     If something remotely odd happens in a small uneventful town, the account of that will be twisted, until it becomes a lie that sounds real enough to believed and interesting enough to resonate on the tongues of the townsfolk, and sent out to pollute the town. Those townspeople received news of a shocking discovery, but in reality, what they've heard is far from the truth, and what they got was a lie disguised as a story whose only purpose is to be spread.
Who cares if it's a lie? If the only purpose of the story is to be told, then what's so bad about it if it is?
If the truth to the story was never augmented, then whatever. But this is a lie. False information. Events that did not occur. When such a thing is created and spread, the intention is for it to reach as many people as possible. Who's to say that the lie can't become the truth?
If that half baked false account starts to be believed by everyone, does that make it the truth? Does it make it their truth? Does a lie which is perceived as true by all become close enough to the truth to be passed as the truth? If the truth isn't evident, why not just pick something and decide that that's the truth?
The truth is always undefined, uncertain.
If you stubbed your toe walking down the street, but ten people who saw you walking down the street say that you didn't stub your toe, does the truth shift? Does the truth bend to majority?
Reality and the truth are assumed to be one, or the same. They're often used as synonyms for each other. But reality is real. It's what actually happened, is happening, and will happen. The truth is what is believed to have happened, what is believed to be happening, and what is believed will happen in the future. The truth is often far from reality. And this is a scary thing.
What you know to be true, what you know is a fact, could be a lie. Conversely, what you know to be a lie, a fabrication, may be the truth. But applying the ideology that the truth can be decided using the imagination of a group and a vote, the truth and a lie are the same. But what's separate from all that, is reality.
This story, unlike most tales, is reality, and the truth. This story actually happened, and was agreed upon by all who know of it to have happened. The purpose of all tales, true or not, is to be told. It could be argued, however, that this tale is one not meant to be told. It's one that might be better kept a secret between those aware of it. But a debate of whether a story should be told or not is just as agitating as discerning the truth from a mix of reality and lies. Reality(or maybe not reality), truth, and lies, they could be the same. Whether or not a tale is meant to be told, or it should be told, might not matter in the end. It might all be the same.
But, this story, which undoubtedly happened, shouldn't have happened. And that's different.

Our shut-in protagonist begins his plans for spring break: avoid everyone and stay inside reading. Perfect plan, except for when the time he has to leave his house comes. By chance he stays out a bit too late, by chance he takes a tiny detour, by chance he encounters a strange woman, and by chance he remembers what he dismissed over the phone earlier- rumors of a vampire attacking late at night. The unfortunate series of wrong turns made by our protagonist gets even worse, when the encounter with the mysterious woman goes wrong; not that it could have gone right.

Hello there! I'm taking this week off (Plus this weekend) to write for a Halloween writing contest. As you might have guessed, I'm writing spooky stories for the contest. I know, quite disappointing that I have to stop this for a week just to write a spooky story, but I want to win the contest and all Valerie would do is distract me because I love Valerie more than I love Alaho. (Please don't come and kill me in my sleep Ala)
My break was only supposed to be Friday Saturday and Sunday, but the writing contest came in. If you just like my writing style in general and don't care what it is that I'm writing, here's chapter one of Alaho Christmas.
Chapter 1- Not so fake scary story
On a newspaper sat the headline " 1990 Man mugged in an alley and face cut to pieces while shopping for Christmas toys".
The little section dedicated to the now-dead man read "his eyes were popped out and his face cut open to look like Freddy Cougars face." If you flipped a couple of pages in the newspaper you would find a headline that said "Dead man's body lost".
In 1995 there was a new newspaper with a headline of  "Son of Alaho, who was mugged and killed in 1990, hung himself".
In his little section, it read "his dying wish was to be with his father, who had been dead for 5 years."
Modern-day 2020, some girls were having a sleepover near Christmas time, and one of them thought it would be funny to make up a fake scary story about Alaho, the weird faced dead guy her grandfather told her about.
"Alright girls, gather around. It's time for the best part of a sleepover." Said a girl named Mia "Scary stories!"
An excited group of girls came running and screaming, then sat down in a circle with Mia.
"So, ever heard the story of…  Alaho Christmas?" A flush of "no's" filled the room.
"Well, here it goes." The room quieted down, eager to listen to the story of Alaho Christmas. "So, one night while this guy named Alaho was shopping, he was mugged and killed in an alley."
Whispers wavered under Mia's words.
"His face looked like Freddy Cougars, but he didn't have a mask or eyes or nails. When they were planning his funeral his body wasn't found. Now they say every December 15, he'll come out and steal all the children's clothes and toys, and kill them." Silence filled the room.
"Is there a way to stop him?" One of the girls asked.
"Yes, if you put a toy train on your door, he won't go in and kill you then take your toys and clothes".
One little girl had a question that she couldn't stop from coming out. "Why is he killing children, where is he taking their clothes and toys, how will a toy train stop him?''
Mia laughed hysterically "Oh sweet Ava, he is killing children in order to bring his child back, his only son hung himself 5 years after Alaho's death. He is taking the dead children, the toys, and the clothes to an old abandoned house that used to be his. He takes it there as if he was taking the toys to his already dead son like he was still alive and still living in their old house. A toy train will stop him because that was his son's favorite toy, and it was the toy that was stolen from him in 1990." The girls looked scared, and Mia didn't know why. She was never scared of scary movies and scary stories. She didn't believe they were real, as they weren't.
'Even IT is scarier than this story and I fell asleep watching it. Michael Mayers would crush this story and he makes me think of a bunny.' Mia thought to herself and rolled her eyes while the other girl shook in fear waiting to hear the next part of the story.
In truth her friends were scaredy cats, the story was hardly scary yet they were shivering in fear.
"Well, ladies next Friday the 15th, I hope someone has a toy train." Mia said in a somewhat spooky voice.
The girls screamed and Mia's mom Ms.Lynn walked in.
"What's wrong girls?! What happened?" Ms.Lynn walked in with a still-hot frying pan.
"Oh nothing mom, I just told them a scary story." Mia got up and went to hug her mother.
"Oh, of course, sweetie. It's time for bed girls." Ms.Lynn went to turn on Mia's lamp so that the girls could sleep without being as scared.
"Good night Ms.Lynn." the girls said in unison.
"Good night mom." came from Mia.
"Good night girls, good night sweetie." Ms.Lynn said as she closed Mia's bedroom door.
The next morning the girls left, they all told their parents and sisters and brothers about the story Mia told them. They all looked terrified and told them they wouldn't have to worry because it wasn't true.
One of the girls left their pajamas in Mia's house and she went back to get them. Her brother turned around and chuckled. Then he looked up and saw a man without eyes that looked like Freddy Cougar but without claws or a mask. The man had a blank expression.
He screamed and ran in the opposite direction. He went to Mia's parents and he brought everyone outside. They saw nothing and thought he was pranking them.
"Ah good one son. Next time go bigger, make us just a little scared at least." Mr.Lynn said to the 18-year-old.
He looked shocked, but everyone disguarded it thinking it part of the prank.
"Come on sis, let's get away from lease crazy people." He rushed his little sister into the car and pulled off instantly.
"What was his problem Mama?" Mia asked her mother and looked at her father because she would accept an answer from him as well.
"Teenage boys love to play pranks sweetie." Ms.Lynn said as she locked the front door and headed to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.
"Oh, well I'm going upstairs to play with my toys. Call me down when it's breakfast please mom." declared Mia as she walked upstairs.
At the time she was only 8, but she wished to become a nurse and she loved playing nurse with her dolls.
She heard footsteps and thought it was her dad coming upstairs so she ignored it and kept playing with her dolls.
Soon enough she heard breathing and thought her dad had choked on something and needed help.
"Daddy, are you okay? Do you need help?" She had her door closed so she opened her door and peeked her head out.
"What was that darling?" Her father asked by yelling up the stairs.
"Oh nothing daddy, I'm just playing." She thought she was just hearing things and so she went back to playing with her dolls.
(Yes I know this isn't scary, but it's chapter one. What did you expect, also yes I did come up with his name and what he does as a vengeful undead man.)

UNSATISFYING ENDING; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Valerie was always an orphan, she never knew her parents, but she didn't let that keep her from moving up in the world. One day after being excepted into a prestigious school, she meets a boy, none other than Prince Malphus Nightcrub Of Riverdale, which she only finds out after a year of their friendship. One day Malphus left a note explaining why they could no longer meet, so Valerie moved on and 9 years later was married to a nice, caring husband. But they meet Malphus again and he's determined to have Valerie, so he finds a way to include her back into his life, and once that happened, all hell broke loose.







The cover does not belong to me.



 The boys stared at the woman that came in. She looked nice and smiled sweetly at them but they do not want another woman, they want their mummy to read them the bedtime story. 

 "Guess what kids, I brought you a good friend, Ms Diddy. 

 She knows a lot of bedtime stories and she's going to make you love her story very much" Junxiie Li declared. 

 Ms Diddy also smiled at the boy. She is just meeting them but already likes them. 

 She hoped that they will grow to like her as much as their dad does. 

 Junxie likes her most among his entire employees. And she had never failed him as well. 

 "I want mummy" Lee declared, folding his little arms across his chest. 

 He frowned. They have never spent a night away from their mother. Now they misses her stories. 

 Junxie Li sighed audibly and said their mummy is somewhere far away from them. 

 But he promised to bring their mummy home with them the next day. 

 "I want my mummy too. I want to hear how the story of the fairy princess and the poor guard ended"Tim declared. 

 Junxie Li felt he was going to have a cerebra haemorrhage. 

 Is this how difficult to deal with kids? What has he gotten himself into that night? He should have just let them return to their mother and get the three of them over to his place the next day. 

 It was already dark and he wouldn't be able to take them out this late. 

 He doesn't want to contact Julia Li as well. His brother was likely to be under the quilt with his woman at the time. 

 "Oh, stories about fairy Princess and the poor guard are for little kids and girls. 

 But I will tell you a story meant for men and big boys like you" Junxie Li announced forcing a smile on. 

 The two boys exchange glances with each other. Is that true? They are now big boys and should be categorised as men?. 

 They noddedd and Junxie Li took a deep breath. 

 He looked at Ms Diddy helplessly. He wished he could escape from this situation but he has no where to escape to. 

 "Once upon a time, the jungle has only one king.." Junxie Li paused. What was he going to say next about the jungle and it's king? He looked at Ms Diddy and the later gave a shrug. 

 Even she doesn't know what happened in that jungle nor to it's king. 

 She had never seen the eldest master in such a difficult position before. 

 Looks like the boys have caught him in a difficult place that fe cannot escape their grip. 

 This is synonymous with finding oneself between the rock and a hard place. 

 "Yes go on" Lee urged his father, he was listening with a rapt attention. Junxie Li smiled. 

 Wasn't it supposed to be bedtime story? Why are their eyes open and void of sleepiness. He thought once he opened his mouth, they would start dozing off. 

 B But now, they want to hear about his fabricated story and Ms Diddy is not willing to bail him out. 

 "..ehm..yes, the king of the jungle was a lion, the biggest one in the world. So big with a sharp claws capable of destroying any living animal or human being. 

 Whenever it's hungry it roared like this rah..hhh.." Junxie Li made the sound of the roar and Ms Diddy was stunned. 

 What kind of a bedtime story was this? But before she could winked at Junxie Li, she heard 

 "Ahh….hhhhhh!!!!" from the kids and they closed their ears. Junxie Li was surprised. 

 He looked at the boys in astonishment. Shouldn't they be applauding him? 

 But why the sudden scream and closing of their ears? "What happened?" Junxie Li asked. 

 "Too scary daddy!!" Tim declared and hide himself under the quilt. Lee followed suit. 

 They covered themselves and didn't even let their heads be out. 

 Junxie Li sighed softly, stood up and went away. 

 The story was indeed scary and that was all he could think of and quickly make up to tell them. 

 Aren't they the ones who wanted a bedtime story before they could sleep?. 

 That'what they got, bedtime story. Why are they suddenly scared and scream? 

 Kids can be so annoying at times. How was he going to cope with them? Well he would have to get nannies as soon as possible. 

 He sat on the sofa in the sitting room. He would wait for Ms Diddy maybe she would have a way of making the boys sleep without the help of a bedtime story. 

 And in less than twenty minutes later, Ms Diddy walked out of the room. 

 "Are they asleep?" Junxie Li asked quickly, standing up from the sofa and Ms Diddy nodded. 

 "Since I don't know which fairy story their mother told them halfway, I sang them a poem and they drifted off to sleep. 

 But eldest master, that story you were telling them was indeed scary. How do you want kids like them to sleep without having a nightmare?" Ms Diddy complained. 

 "I couldn't think of anything else,"Junxie Li answered and sank into the sofa again. He is addicted to Ms Diddy. 

 She knows him as much as his mother does. If I am not trespassing, can I ask you a question eldest master? Ms Diddy requested.

A one night stand with a mystery lover makes her loose her marriage to her sister. 
 She realized that she was conspired against by her husband and step mother. She left the country and returned four years later with two adorable twins.
 Theresa Mo will pay back everyone who had made her experience pain in the past and found a new life with a worthy lover.
 Will Theresa Mo succeed or will be broken by love....?

"Once this was somewhere where freedom reigns true
For heroes to write their epic, for their adventures to be seen
A place for enigmatic creatures to reside
Mysterious yet dangerous

Well, how I wish it was real
Wishing to be away from reality at times
And to make believe that such a place exists
Not most of the time but sometime
It's real when I slumber and when I imagine it to be"

One day, when then girl's quill was wet with ink and her mind was full of inspiration. She was writing words as beautiful as carnation on the black notebook she called her diary. She felt the rhythm flow within her like creamy dairy. But suddenly, quite unintentional, she thought of an answer to her problem quite rational. 
	Near the valley in which she always wrote, stood a forest with its' lush green coat, covered by a mist of black gray mote. Within the forest lived a troll. A troll so big and scary, but I wouldn't say he was hairy. One might say that his skin was wood. But that's just the color of a troll's skin should. His hair was long and green like leaves. His face was horrendous that he scared thieves. His body slender and thin but he stood like a strong firm grin. One might say that he was as lonely as he could. But in truth was, he was just misunderstood. 
	Now this troll had a certain quirk. He doesn't like pillaging, or murdering, or scaring, or even fishing for herring. This troll liked to write stories. He tells the wind his tales and lets him speak it to everyone but the ones who actually listened was less than none. 
	Or so he thought.
	For every story that he wrote, the little girl heard of and criticized the bloke. Although the girl not impressed by his way of storytelling, she liked the way of his stories are somewhat quelling. And even though this girl always forgets her own memories every day, the stories that the troll wrote disappeared nay. And at this she realized and said,
	"If I can't remember it if I write it, then I shall have the troll read my story so I can piece together my memory."
	At the break of the next dawn she walked. Towards the forest that she long stalked. From afar, the trees' hollow stare, could send spines to shiver everywhere. 
	But the girl's determination cannot be tamed. Even by the scorching sun, ravaging winds, or spiky earth for the truth of her life she aimed. 
	She walked and walked for hours on end. She walked longer than anyone could comprehend.
	At the gaping mouth of the forest she finally stood. Hoping to find the troll that would lift her blinding hood. Entering what was unknown, it was heard. A melody. A singing. A lullaby that was endlessly ringing. A chilling melancholy of happiness and despair. The words I wrote here so beware.
"One that seeks cannot be found
For what you see is but a sound
One's true nature can only be seen
By peering into the deep eyes of Sin
In the clutches of fear you may lie, 
But your heart cannot when it decides to cry"
	At once she felt unease, as the thumping of her heart would not cease. But she made it that far without a dread, so onwards the forest she had tread. Not knowing of what fate has to come. The story has finally begun.

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