[Issue 44] Contest: time a upon Once

[canadarules 1,938]

 

Once upon a time Adam did stuff with even and eve liked it. Than came a day when something came out of eve and it was another thing. than some huge hand came down and touched 2 melons and the villain was born.

 

[rothro3 50]

 

 

                                    Three Little Pigs

 

 

            “I don’t know about you, but I am going to build a hut out of straw.  It will only take a day, and there is plenty of straw scattered about the clearing.”

            “Bernard you fool!  Straw is to weak, and with all the rain we are bound to have you’ll soon be soaked.  I think I will construct myself a log hut from the fallen trees that are lying about.”

            “Whatever.  I like this glade, and since I will settle here,  I shall erect a house of stone and brick that shall outlast both the wood and straw.”

New neighbors.  The spice of my life.  Why?  Potential friends for a lone wolf like me.  I have walked the paths of the forest for years, alone in my wanderings.  Several different times roaming groups had passed through.  None of those encounters had ended well.   But I held onto the hope that one day, someone would come along who would be my friend.  And to that hope I clung, until these three little pigs, Bernard, Simon, and Wilford had sauntered into the glade.  I decided I would wait until they had built their respective shelters, for if I had learned that it was not good to rush into friendships.  I watched them while they labored, building for one, two, three days, until finally, all of their homes were complete.  I slept better that night than any other before, ready for tomorrow.

 

 

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            The following morning I strolled into the glade to meet my new neighbors.  I spotted Bernard first.  He was down by the creek washing his bedding.  Bernard heard nothing of my approach and started when I asked with a toothy smile,  “Excuse me, but I believe you and I are neighbors.”  Did he freak out!  Bernard jumped as high as a deer, grabbed a down pillow and slammed it into my nose with all his might.  I stumbled about, blinded by the swarm of feathers that pestered me.  Once I had blinked enough down from my eyes, I saw that he was running for the shelter of his straw hut, and upon reaching it, he sprang inside and shut the door firmly. “I, Will *cough* Don’t go *wheeze*  your house.   Down!”  I screamed, frustrated with the annoying feathers that clung to me like ticks.  Then it happened.  Starting deep in my sinuses, a tsunami of force built up and blasted out of my nose.  ACHOO!  The shockwave leveled the hut and hurtled the astonished pig partway across the meadow.  Bernard recovered from his shock quickly and was off and running to Simon’s cabin, spurred on by terror.  I followed at a slower pace, trying to extract the feathers from my fur and calling, “I want to *cough* go *wheeze* your house. *sneeze* Down!  I yelled in frustration as I plied another feather from my nose.  I thought I felt another sneeze brewing.  It was.  The sneeze erupted just as I reached the log cabin, and the timber did, indeed, timber.  The house collapsed like a tower of cards, and the two bewildered pigs dashed off for Wilford’s home.  Trying to salvage what remained of the situation, I chased after the pigs, trying to catch them before they reached Wilford’s door and explain that it was my allergies that were to blame.  I huffed and puffed as I sprinted after them, but to no avail, for when I reached the house, the entrance was barred, with all three brothers inside.  “I just wanted to be friends, and go to your house.  Down!”  I exclaimed as I discovered another lingering feather hanging from my snout.  I batted it away, but not quickly enough.  The third sneeze struck like a thunderclap, but the brick house weathered it.  I had once heard a two-thousand pound amphibian once say, “for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”  Now I realized that this newt-ton was correct. I was hurtled onto Wilford’s roof by the blast of the last monumental sneeze, rolled over the roofing tiles, and fell down the chimney.  Onto the hearth.  A lit hearth.  The flames singed my coat, and the excruciating pain ran up my spine like a wildfire.  Crashing out of one of the window, I hurried for the stream and extinguished the embers on my back.  When they retold their encounter, the pigs exaggerated, making me bigger and more evil, until the storytellers began calling me The Big, Bad, Wolf. 

 

 

 

 

Word count: 750 (Including this)

 

Edited December 11, 2015 by rothro3

[genak138 950]

Lol, these entries might get just a little bit graphic... :lol: Most fairy tales have very disturbing original versions :)

[canadarules 1,938]

Lol, these entries might get just a little bit graphic... :lol: Most fairy tales have very disturbing original versions :)

oh please mine is not graphic

[djnate92 0]

 

Hello, i am a wolf. My purpose is to eat the little red riding hood's grandma.

But one day, i saw little red riding hood walking to her grandma's house to give her food. But i cant let her find out that i ate her grandma so before she entered her grandma's house, i ate her grandma and used her clothes to dress myself as a grandma.

 

[Cor7y 13,862]

Snow white and the Seven Dwarfs

 

 

 

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - Told from the stepmother's point of view

 

T’was the middle of May

I had just finished my breakfast

I went to my room

And in front of the mirror I stood

Which lay shining in the sunlight.

 

I opened my mouth

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall”, said I,

“Who’s the fairest one of all ? “

“It is you, your majesty, it is you”, he replied,

And I couldn’t control myself from blushing.

 

This habit of mine continued

For days,

For weeks,

For months,

And for years.

 

Until one fateful day

When the mirror declared

That Snow White was the fairest of all.

Greed and envy overcame me

As I vowed to kill her.

 

I ordered my huntsman to kill her

No good he was. He went limping to the forest

To find Snow White.

He brought me her heart the next day,

And pleased, I gave him a reward.

 

I ordered my cook to fry her heart,

Which I ate with apple sauce.

And as usual I went to my beloved mirror

And asked him who was the fairest of them all.

“It is Snow White, your Majesty”, came the reply.

 

I had my huntsman beaten and sacked

And my friends, I’m writing this

While thinking of a way to end Snow white

For once and for all

So I can reclaim my position

As the fairest of them all.

 

 

Word count : 222

[Hims_the_cool 0]

Rapunzel

 

Rapunzel

Once there were a man and a woman who had long, in vain, wished for a child. After few days the woman was expecting a baby There is big garden in front of there house however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had great power and was dreaded by all the world.
One day the woman was standing by this window and looking down into the garden, when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion, and it looked so fresh and green that she longed for it.She told her hsband to get some rampion for her .
At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before.
Husband goes again into that got caught by the enchantress. He replied her that his wife saw her rampion from the window, and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some to eat.'
She allowed him to get the rampions but she want his baby for that rampions.
The man in his terror consented to everything.
When the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel, and took it away with her.
Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under the sun. When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower in the middle of a forest. The tower had neither stairs nor door, but near the top was a little window. When the enchantress wanted to go in, she placed herself beneath it and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,let down your hair to me.'
Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the voice of the enchantress she let her hair down and the enchantress climbed up by it.
One day a prince was going from there then he heard the voice of a girl who is singing. The singing had so deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest and listened to it.
Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,Let down your hair to me.'
Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress climbed up to her.After Watching the witch he also he went to the tower and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,Let down your hair to me.'
Immediately the hair fell down and the king's son climbed up.When the prince go up he saw very beautiful girl and proposed her and Rapunzel agrees .The enchantress remarked nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her: 'Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young king's son - he is with me in a moment.'The enchantress felt that the Rapunzel had deceived her. In her anger she cut off the Rapunzel's beautiful hairs. And she was so pitiless that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.
On the same day when the king's son came and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,Let down your hair to me.'
she let the hair down. The king's son ascended, but instead of finding his dearest Rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks.
After watching enchantress price slipped down from the tower but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes.
Witch saw that the prince is not dead yet so she chased the blind prince into the forest . Getting filled by anger she cursed prince that whenever he met his love then his love and he will die at an instant .
After some years when got cursing by the enchantress He goes in the desert .He heard a voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and when he approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as before.But suddenly with with the excessive happiness the prince felt heart attack and died . When Rapunzel saw that the price is not moving then she killed herself . In this way the curse of the witch gets completed and her revenge also .


BY:- Hims_the_cool

 

Word count :- 700 (approx)

Edited December 12, 2015 by Hims_the_cool

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Finally finished mine!, its from the movie, Pacific Rim!, and it opens just after Striker Eureka's explosion exactly 750 words!, please don't disqualify me for not being nice to your posting article. It was my brother anyway, he is quite mean, but after myself reading it, it was excellent :)

 

 

 

In the depth and darkness of the marianas trench, lurked slattern, a large behemoth of a Kaiju, who prepared his strongest attacks, to  prevent the crippled jaeger, Gypsy Danger from destroying the breach.

“ Right leg’s crippled from the bight, Oxygen tanks are low on Oxygen, right arms torn and all mangled up. We’re gonna do this thing,” yelled Raleigh Becket, pilot of the legendary yet crippled jaeger, Gypsy Danger. Gypsy Dangers right arm was ripped of by the speed of Raiju, a kaiju who lay dead on the floor, scared with the nuclear explosion. Whatever remained of the right arm was savaged by Scunner, another Kaiju who was destroyed, not even killed, by Strikers thermonuclear bomb. After that, Scunner chomped of a huge part of Gypsys leg, so Gypsy Danger’s leg was now dangling with but a couple of wires. As the water rushed back into the ocean, scurrying to take back its original place, Gypsy Danger’s oxygen tank had been ruptured. But still Gypsy moved, with sparks showing in its crippled leg, and the leg beginning to fall apart from the weight of every step

But the worst was still to come. Slattern rose up from the breach, a massive hole, which connected the earth to the Anteverse, A Kaijus home. As Slattern rose from the breach, his unhappiness and anger were all but hidden. His amputated arms, his partially severed neck and the bruises and gashes, covered in a yellow paste, and his glowing blue eyes, His tail slowly coming up, behind his spine, as if it were preparing to slash Gypsy Danger like it did to Striker. But Gypsy stood no chance to withstand a tail lash, for one swift tail lash would dismantle Gypsy Danger, destroy every nut and bolt, revealing the inner mechanisms and a whole store of different parts.

“Sir, the category 5’s still ‘live!” crackled Raleigh's voice through the damaged communications system

“Raleigh, you have to destroy the breech, you can’t pull back!” yelled marshal hercules hansen

“Rear Jets on my count!” Raleigh said

“3”

“2”

“1”

“Now!”

In an instant, Gypsy Dangers back lit up with blue fire, which propelled the jaeger straight to Slatterns chest. As Gypsy Danger activated its flimsy chain swords, they solidified, and Gypsy used all its might to stab Slattern through the back. The behemoth yelled in anguish, as he began leaking Kaiju Blue, and without a moment of warning, twisted its head and bit onto Gypsy Dangers Con Podd, as he tried to rip it apart. his teeth managed to sink themselves into the con-podd. As Slattern smiled, he viciously ripped out the cheek of the jaeger and spat it out. Now Raleigh yelled to Mako, foreseeing the future and paranoia that was bound to come Raleigh activated the elbow rocket on the Jaegers remaining arm, and managed to punch wholly through Slatterns back. The Jaeger tried to free itself, but Slatten, now fully enraged wouldn’t let go.

Slattern smashed Gypsy against the the inner walls of the passage to the breech, and Gypsy Danger’s thrusters exploded as they screeched against the wall. Raleigh activated his Plasma Cannon, hoping for the fastest transformation from his hand to his cannon, and loaded it, after firing 5 shots at Slattern, Slattern crushed the plasma caster with his mighty teeth.

Suddenly, they were engulfed by the breech, they had entered it! Slattern won’t give up. He punched his fists into Gypsy’s chest, and with a loud crack, Gypsy’s hydraulics were destroyed on the right hemisphere. Fires raged, and then a small explosion, compared to what was to come. Gypsy gave a hard punch to Slatterns face, Slattern flew to the earth, unnoticed.

Mako was hurt, part of their chest was destroyed completely, it was also on fire, the left cheek was ripped off , their right leg was crippled, the Right arms socket even, was ripped out. The jets were ruptured, and the left arm was crushed, from punching Slattern. The jaeger managed to self-destruct but not automatically. So Raleigh was forced to do it manually against the turning and twisting of the Jaeger, he nearly fell into the Jaeger, but they make it out with ejection pods.

A crippled Slattern smiled with a dark disturbing look, as he watched his brethren destroyed, but at last, no more Jaegers. Humanity was finally ready to face its Extinction, and Slattern was ready to give it them, as he looked up at the Ocean surface, and then, with full velocity, swam up.

 

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Edited December 13, 2015 by LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH

[twins_zhao 0]

 

LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH: This isn't meant as an insult or anything, but I'm not sure that "Pacific Rim" is a fairy tale, I mean, the assignment was to write a fairy tale from the POV of the villain, however, I believe Pacific Rim is more Sci-Fi than Fairy Tale. No offense. Thanks.

 

[genak138 950]

oh please mine is not graphic

Ah yes, but you had to edit out many details in order to achieve that level of non-graphicness.

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH: This isn't meant as an insult or anything, but I'm not sure that "Pacific Rim" is a fairy tale, I mean, the assignment was to write a fairy tale from the POV of the villain, however, I believe Pacific Rim is more Sci-Fi than Fairy Tale. No offense. Thanks.

none taken, I just don't want to do a fairy tale, I can't think of anything that isn't existing in the contest.

[canadarules 1,938]

Ah yes, but you had to edit out many details in order to achieve that level of non-graphicness.

unfortunately :(

[DarthMaul667 18]

 

The Dragon and Saint George

Word Count: 745

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a man, a dragon and some sheep.
Isn’t that how the whole shebang usually begins?
No?
Oh well, I tried. Might as well jump right into the thick of things. Have you ever heard about the story of Saint George and the Dragon? Yes, well I’m somewhat misunderstood in that story. Not your typical villain, if you know what I mean. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m the dragon. Well, I’m actually a bit more snakey than your typical dragon. Bad blood on my father’s side of the family, I'm told. You might even call me a basilisk. Still, the fire breath is all you humans ever cared about.
But I'm off topic. Good old Georgie wasn’t exactly the white knight in shining armor. As humans go, I think he was a tad overweight. Okay, I must confess he was positively obese. His horse had a sag in the middle of its back, and I’m quite sure his clothes had never met a washboard. One fine day in midsummer the ‘Saint’ came with a proposal to, “Gain a potentially large influx of dough.” (Though why he wanted uncooked bread is beyond me.)
I can’t pretend that I actually liked the man. I didn’t know whether to toast him, swallow him whole, or just slow cook him and put him in the larder for later. But I will grant him this; he was a wonderful schemer. Somehow, George had heard about my midnight escapades. I happen to like my sheep rare, and sheep wool is loaded with fourteen essential oils vital to a happier, hotter flame. After the first couple…ah, liberations of ewes from the surrounding fields, I started getting angry visitors. It’s not that I wanted to torch them, but those pitchforks hurt! Not to mention, they were always destroying my petunia beds. So when Georgie Porgie offered me a carefree future, “Free of molesting peasants,” I decided against charbroiling him.
George’s plan was simple. He would pretend to kill me, and in exchange the peasants would never bother me again.
And so the plot thickened. While George went to go brag…or use his suave manliness…or whatever it was overweight knights did when they wanted a quest, I got busy getting ready to shed. You see, his entire plan rested on a peculiar trait common to all snakey dragons like me. Due to my slim, trim body and almost nonexistent wings, I am able to shed my skin practically whole. I do not wish to brag, but most dragons get a horrible scale flake condition when they shed, which can drag on for months, making them quite ashamed to leave their lairs. However, the minute I shed, my scales are as glossy and hard as ever.
So I shed my skin, managing to leave it quite whole. (A tricky maneuver, I assure you.) And I slithered out of it just in time, for the Saint appeared at the entrance to my cave, bellowing for me to come out and face him. He had brought a host of peasants...to witness my presumed demise, of course. Right as the ‘battle’ started going my way, (‘wink, wink’) George struck me a terrible blow, and I slunk back into my cave. He bravely followed me inside to finish me off.
Of course, the only thing he actually finished off was my dwindling supply of mutton. (He needed to bloody his sword on something, after all, and I much preferred losing my mutton to my handsome head.) Then good old Georgie tied my skin to his horse with the scarlet sash he’d acquired from a dame. Apparently the maid had begged him to slay me, lest her father sacrifice her to me. (Really! The nerve of some humans. I much prefer sheep to humans.)
And then he rode off into a glorious sunset. I lived off fish and deer for a few months before I started liberating sheep again. Those nitwits never knew it was me. (Happily, they blamed it on some voracious pig.)*
And so I have lived for many years, happy and full, though a tad bored. After all, nothing fires up the day (pardon the pun) like roasting the occasional mob. So thus ends the story of the not so Saintly George, the dragon, (Me!) and a whole lot of sheep.
*Footnote: The aforementioned pig is the Erymanthian boar, which happened to live in England, not Greece.)

 

[joe123_Superman 430]

im doing one soon.

[DevastatorDragon 1]

 

The Dragon and Saint George

 

Word Count: 745

 

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a man, a dragon and some sheep.

Isn’t that how the whole shebang usually begins?

No?

Oh well, I tried. Might as well jump right into the thick of things. Have you ever heard about the story of Saint George and the Dragon? Yes, well I’m somewhat misunderstood in that story. Not your typical villain, if you know what I mean. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m the dragon. Well, I’m actually a bit more snakey than your typical dragon. Bad blood on my father’s side of the family, I'm told. You might even call me a basilisk. Still, the fire breath is all you humans ever cared about.

But I'm off topic. Good old Georgie wasn’t exactly the white knight in shining armor. As humans go, I think he was a tad overweight. Okay, I must confess he was positively obese. His horse had a sag in the middle of its back, and I’m quite sure his clothes had never met a washboard. One fine day in midsummer the ‘Saint’ came with a proposal to, “Gain a potentially large influx of dough.” (Though why he wanted uncooked bread is beyond me.)

I can’t pretend that I actually liked the man. I didn’t know whether to toast him, swallow him whole, or just slow cook him and put him in the larder for later. But I will grant him this; he was a wonderful schemer. Somehow, George had heard about my midnight escapades. I happen to like my sheep rare, and sheep wool is loaded with fourteen essential oils vital to a happier, hotter flame. After the first couple…ah, liberations of ewes from the surrounding fields, I started getting angry visitors. It’s not that I wanted to torch them, but those pitchforks hurt! Not to mention, they were always destroying my petunia beds. So when Georgie Porgie offered me a carefree future, “Free of molesting peasants,” I decided against charbroiling him.

George’s plan was simple. He would pretend to kill me, and in exchange the peasants would never bother me again.

And so the plot thickened. While George went to go brag…or use his suave manliness…or whatever it was overweight knights did when they wanted a quest, I got busy getting ready to shed. You see, his entire plan rested on a peculiar trait common to all snakey dragons like me. Due to my slim, trim body and almost nonexistent wings, I am able to shed my skin practically whole. I do not wish to brag, but most dragons get a horrible scale flake condition when they shed, which can drag on for months, making them quite ashamed to leave their lairs. However, the minute I shed, my scales are as glossy and hard as ever.

So I shed my skin, managing to leave it quite whole. (A tricky maneuver, I assure you.) And I slithered out of it just in time, for the Saint appeared at the entrance to my cave, bellowing for me to come out and face him. He had brought a host of peasants...to witness my presumed demise, of course. Right as the ‘battle’ started going my way, (‘wink, wink’) George struck me a terrible blow, and I slunk back into my cave. He bravely followed me inside to finish me off.

Of course, the only thing he actually finished off was my dwindling supply of mutton. (He needed to bloody his sword on something, after all, and I much preferred losing my mutton to my handsome head.) Then good old Georgie tied my skin to his horse with the scarlet sash he’d acquired from a dame. Apparently the maid had begged him to slay me, lest her father sacrifice her to me. (Really! The nerve of some humans. I much prefer sheep to humans.)

And then he rode off into a glorious sunset. I lived off fish and deer for a few months before I started liberating sheep again. Those nitwits never knew it was me. (Happily, they blamed it on some voracious pig.)*

And so I have lived for many years, happy and full, though a tad bored. After all, nothing fires up the day (pardon the pun) like roasting the occasional mob. So thus ends the story of the not so Saintly George, the dragon, (Me!) and a whole lot of sheep.

*Footnote: The aforementioned pig is the Erymanthian boar, which happened to live in England, not Greece.)

 

 

Copycat! :angry: Just kidding. I love your take on it too, I can't get enough of 'the dragon wins' stories. Hope we both win!

 

[Flexoo 6,980]

Snow White

 

Step mothers story .. a.k.a. how things really happened!

 

Snow White; The mystery of magic mirror

 

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a king who married a woman with alone indulgence in prettiness.

In the entire land, her beauty exceeded the crowds. This rather self-centered queen possessed a magical mirror with strange knowledge of the most beautiful person.  To ensure the glamour girl status,  she gazed at it for hours and asked the one same question every day: „Magic mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?“

One morning when queen once again terrorized the mirror with well-worn question, it replied; „You truly are beautiful my queen, but Snow White is the most beautiful of all.“

Bitterness swept queen from her feet. „How on earth can that step-child even match up with me?

Annual beauty contest was behind the door and sudden Snow White´s beauty upsurge was at best, suspicious. She payed a visit to the factory where she bought the mirror and demanded the answers. Complaints were clustering all around but desperate PR manager had no answers to propound.

„I can´t leave it alone.“ As said she resolved to hit the nail on the head. Disguised as old hag, she got employed in dubious factory and all day long brushed down tons of potatoes for lunch meanwhile searching for any clues to help her solve the mystery.

With very little information at disposal, her internal investigation advanced to next stage. Genuine plan emerged her mind; „When lunch hour comes my apple strudel will put everyone to twilight sleep!“

Devious plan started working and every employee ended with head in a plate. Outfoxed queen leaked in central office and inspected each of the internal records. She hit on the answer uncovering shocking truth.  Snow White inherited the enterprise  property, being the majority shareholder she secretively reprogrammed the magic mirrors.

Thanks to the queen, truth became public, which resulted to Snow White´s  immediate departure from Farfar land. Little is known about Snow White after. Story tells she worked in wildcat „Seven dwarf pothouse“ and married some bumpkin with surname „Prince“.

More important is that queen won  her fifth beauty contest and henceforth lived happily ever after.

 

358 words

Edited December 14, 2015 by Flexoo

[yuvraj007 7]

                                     The three little pigs

Wordcount: 562 

 

 

 

 

Hello tankers! i am Ralf, the wolf. Hm, i don't know why everyone is afraid of me. Although i am big in size, i am just a little cute wolf.

I love strawberry cookies a lot. Oy, i just can't live without them.

On my birthday party, my grandmother decided to cook strawberry cookies for me. Hurrah, i was as happy as a lark. My happiness knew no bounds.

Oh-oh, however my excitement was short- lived as there was not enough flour. i thought for a while. Tick- tock, time was passing by.

I suddenly remembered the new neighbours, the three little pigs, that had just settled in our village a day before.

Ha, I ran as fast as i could under the scorching sun to the first pig's house. It was a little beautiful straw house.

I said:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
' Can you lend me some flour for my birthday cookies?'
To which the pig answered:
'No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.'

I was so tired that when i breathed out, the house fell down!!
I felt so sorry for him. I then decided to go to the shop and buy some flour.

One cold morning, i was jogging down the road when it suddenly started raining cats and dogs. I was quite far from home and i was feeling very cold.

Of! As the second pig's house was not far from here, i decided to halt there for a break. Arriving there, i knocked at the door and said:

'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
' I am tired and feeling very cold, could i get a glass of hot water?'

To which the pig answered:

'No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.'

I suddenly sneezed due to the cold wind and puff, the house fell down.
I was sad for the latter and returned home under the freezing weather.

One windy afternoon, i was playing kite near the woods. My kite was flying high in the sky. All of a sudden, the string broke and the kite was flying away.

I followed the red kite for a long time. It flew over houses until it landed inside the third little pig's house's chimney.

I remembered the two other incidents. Ah, I felt relieved that this was a concrete house. i rang the door bell and said:

'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
' Can you get me back my red kite from your chimney?'

To which the pig answered:

'No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.'

I remembered my grandmother's words warning me if i lose that kite, i would get beaten.

I thus decided to climb the house up to the chimney to get my kite back. Unfortunately, inside the chimney, i slipped and fell down. I did not know that the pig had set a pot of boiling water there for me!

I had the shock of my life.

I cried for my life and sped though the wood in search of a lake to cool my burnt back.

The lesson i learnt was that when someone says no, that means no!!!

I still don't understand why people consider me to be bad. I am a good and nice being.

 

 

 

[Phoenix-Warbird 1,329]

waw, good luck judging all these decent entries :3

[Quarks 2,255]

waw, good luck judging all these decent entries :3

I wouldn't call mine "decent" as I took a very comedic look, basing it off multiverse theories and the connections between the two have pointless fourth wall breaks as comic relief, such as the Margaret noticing that I stole a plot point from Back to the Future.

[DragonOfStorms 2,706]

I say disqualify all the ones without humor.

[Night-Sisters 2,139]

waw, good luck judging all these decent entries :3

Thank you pho.  B)

[Quarks 2,255]

Thank you pho.  B)

congo on ranking

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Thank you pho.  B)

Congrats on yer Rank, When will the results be announced, and is my entry disqualified?

[Night-Sisters 2,139]

Thank you, the next Issue of the Newspaper, and no. 

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Thank you, the next Issue of the Newspaper, and no. 

PS, please tell me, si the next issue of the newspaper before 25 december, right?!