How the Daleks Stole Christmas

The quiet city was covered in soft snow, and the air was chilly as can be. The lake was frozen and used for skating and hockey throughout the freezing season, and most of the trees had lost their leaves. As the sun slowly rose from the east, its rays...

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A Limerick for Domhnall.

There once was a Domhnall Gawain Who came to play in the rain He fell in a puddle And lost his best muddle And ran to that country named Spain

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To Mrs. Jefferson

I was walking to school one day and I had to wait for the crossing signal to wait and tell me I had the right to cross. She stopped at the red light and saw me, and told me to get in, though I really didn't want to at first, because when I looked into...

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Blue Streak's Inflation

The golden sun was setting as Blue Streak ran from creatures he had never seen before. They were variant in sizes, and some were more fur than others. The bipeds were catching up to the pegasus as they stretched out their upper limbs to catch him. Blue...

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An Animal Crossing Story

The sun had gone down on the residence of Catsvill, and most of the citizens of the quiet town had gone to bed. The stores on Main Street had closed for the night, except for the museum and the post office. The cafe on the west was still open, and a...

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A Poem- Nightmares

As I lay on my comfy bed I think of things inside my head Video games and plushies I don't own Prance inside my mind of which I want known Though Scary stuff fill me with dread I close my eyes and keep them tight Hoping that I...

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Game of Squash

It was a nice day outside as the sun brought warmth to the breezy day while a few puffy white clouds slowly moved across the sky. The streets were a little crowded as cars drove by, and the pedestrians seemed content as they went about their daily...

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Poems for Joseph Jackal

cinquain form When you flatten, you're like a boss or when you mold someone into something more I take pleasure as I spy Though you can be scary, I want to cry but I won't, lest I be a mat upon your floor An attempt at a sonnet When you put...

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I Thought I Saw a Baby Pegasus

I am Randal, and in my office, I've a spinny chair. Some of my patients sit on it to have air brushed hair. Sometimes when I am writing notes, I hear a creaking sound, And then in my office a baby pegasus is found! I thought I saw a baby pony...

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