A tale of a princess and a dragon. Or was it a princess and a knight..or a prince…peasant? Does it really matter? It’s all cliche anyways
Rachel
I have never been able to weave a decent tale. They always come out hackneyed, and I always get to the end before I cement in the filler. It is certainly something that I would call a weakness, a liability.
she told me a take, twisted me around with words and promises and shaped this sotry of our life into something that met everything for me and made me dream, but it was a story that reflected only one face, not a story of the two of use, but one where she stood back and watched me stumbled and blamed me for not seeing.
i just recently bought the book a tale of two cities, i dont remember reading it but heard it was a very good book.. i like to read any interesting book when im at work.. it makes time go a lot fast … lets just hope i enjoy the taile of two cities…
Nubia
“That tale is an epic one, my friend. It will take very many moons to speak it.”
the wise man snuffed out his pipe on a rock, and nodded to the tourist. “Yes. I would appreciate hearing it very much. But you don’t need to use the ridiculous accent.”
Ellie b.
It was a tale of woe.
It was a tale of sadness.
I had an ice cream cone
and there wan an event of badness.
I licked it with satisfaction and joy
I licked it with happiness true,
but when I licked it too hard,
the scoop fell in some dog poo.
richpee
There is a tale to tell about my life, but it is not over yet as I am at chapter 49 at this time.
Mary Lou Wynegar
Let the tales fly.
Live in fairyland, where wishes come true and knights are all shining.
Let the tales fly.
Amanda
My life is gruesome. In it’s entirety I’ve lost my love, my family, my freedom. And It kills me to know that every event was twisted by the guiding hand of fate. I can only ask myself, how do I deserve this?
i once wrote a tale about a great dragon. the dragon was mean, but modest. the boy from the village was sent to slaughter the dragon, but the dragon wouldnt come out of his cave.. hes was too modest to let anyone see the great flames which rose from his belly and out of his muzzle. the boy and the dragon fell in love and lived happily ever after
AL
Berg- und Talfahrt. My life is a rollercoast, hat eine Freundin von mir mal gesungen. Die wollte ich eh mal wiedersehen. Die muss mal nach Berlin kommen. Alle müssen da mal hin, um ihr Klischee mit der Realität zu vergleichen…
Every once in a while, I like to hear a tale. Tell me a tale. Please oh please won’t you tell me one. Enlighten me. Uncomfortable silences over the phone can be a little much
My tale is a long and gruesome one. My love torn from me, my life ripped apart by the unseen guiding hand that is fate.
alyssa
An often heard tale is that of the mouse and the cat. Henry was an old Tabby nearing the end of his life, hiding out in old alleyways and scraping meals out of garbage cans. Joey was a field mouse who was clever and fast.
alyssa
Stories of lives, predicting the future sometimes, but mostly re-itterating the past.
His latest story, “A Doorknob’s Tale” written from the perspective of the bathroom doorknob at the 34th street McDonald’s, had been rejected by yet another publisher. He was despondent.
I once reada book called a tale of two cities. though i dont really rememeber what it was about these days. Maybe I shoudl reread it soemtime. I believe it is supposed to be a good book. Though now that i think about it I wonder if I have read it or maybe I just think I have because I have heard of it. Who knows really. anyways tiem is about to be up so I guess ill stop
Reed Fisher
Washed up on the shoreline, he lies asleep as she stares from the shelter of the peering trees, caught on his silver lines. If she goes to him, he will awake. If he awakes, she will drown.
Geschichten, Märchen, feen, ja, feen mit flügeln, schillernd, magisch, zauberkraft, wenn träume liegen lernen, johnny depp, orlando bloom
Alex
I long tale about a pirate’s blind parrot will not appear here. Apparentaly I have to keep writing though. Funny that.
Madeleine
Taler, Taler an der Wand, falle direkt in meine Hand. Nein, Spieglein, Spieglein, doch, nein, ich bin nicht die Schönste im ganzen Land. Ich war es noch nie. Ich werde es nie sein. Vielleicht manchmal für manche und das ist auch voll total ok so.
i openned my eyes to smoke clearing.the tell-tale signs of a crash were all around me…where was i?clinks of glass,metal &stone were falling all around me.i turned my head.i was laying against smushed metal and broken glass.ugh.i hurt
Dan
I Think I Could Tell A Tale With A Twist. Some People Like My Stories, But They Barely Listen. They Dont Know My Tale So Im Not Telling it.
I tried to tell her I wasn’t lying. She didn’t believe me. She didn’t believe the bruises and scratches either. She said I could have done them to myself, or i could have aquired them from doing mundane tasks. No. He hit me. And I didn’t know how to tell him to stop.
T
a story about something like a dragon or a knight, or a knight that goes on a quest to kill a dragon that has perhaps taken a beautiful princess. These stories can be very sweeping and epic
Jonathan
She slinks into the darkness of the night, searching for any kind of trouble to get into. This is the tale of my cat, Maggie.
The book of fairy tales laid on her bedside table. She put her head down on her pillow and her eyes quickly closed. She began to dream of the far away lands she thought were only real in fairy tales.
Oh, welch wunderbare Nacht. Sternklar und wie zum Träumen gemacht! Manchmal singen wir da Lieder, immer und immer und immer wieder. Es ist ein Traum und ein Märchen dazu, wir gehen nie wieder, der Vorhang bleibt zu.
Galinor
Tales of old, woven of tarnished memory
Brass that once was gold
Spirits come to hearth and home
to hear the tales of kith and kin
who forget not the deeds of old
Kalahie
this is a tale of love. love that isn’t lasting, that isn’t pure. love that is found one night, at a bar, at the bottom of a glass. however unpoetic, this love is fun, and worthwhile. if handled, this could be the greatest love you’ll ever know.
jenny
Ohhh I’ve got many tales but if you know me you know I am not the best story teller in the world I’ll use run on sentences and branch out with so may sides stories the original point is lost but if you know me you probably love me and it’s okay
a tale of tales fairy tales music chirps and fantazises. once upon a time lyfe happened. and it decided to continue going on until today. and what we experience today is that.
Martin
I drop my crunk off at preschool when I want to be fresh and fly. Sometimes I might be suave but that is a whole other tale! Now, if you want some delicious pork roast tonight, come over to my house, man. I’m cookin that and it will be swell.
What I wouldn’t give to hear a tale right now about the princess who finds her prince. It would make everything seem like childhood again where everything always works out in the end. It would make me forget the struggles of life at this current moment and it would make me free to smile even if for just a small moment.
Teeps
Every day what I do is spin tales. My tales are what make me who I am, and I have ever so many more than nine. I’m a cat of a thousand, of a million tales, all just waiting to catch on a willing listener.
“Tell it again, Grandpa!” It’s the only thing he can remember anyone saying to him. “Mr. Williams, it’s time for your medicine.” The nurses apron was bleach white, the same color as the walls.
I’ll tell you a tale. Then again, maybe not… no one ever likes my stories. You might. You don’t know what they’re about.
Gore and murder and blood and rape and all kinds of unsavoury things.
Yeah, you won’t be a fan.
Kyra
I have a tale to tell. It involves a dragon. I don’t have time to tell the whole thing, so you’ll have to make do with a summary. So here it is: The dragon dies.
an old wives tale never holds true.
A tale of a princess and a dragon. Or was it a princess and a knight..or a prince…peasant? Does it really matter? It’s all cliche anyways
I have never been able to weave a decent tale. They always come out hackneyed, and I always get to the end before I cement in the filler. It is certainly something that I would call a weakness, a liability.
she told me a take, twisted me around with words and promises and shaped this sotry of our life into something that met everything for me and made me dream, but it was a story that reflected only one face, not a story of the two of use, but one where she stood back and watched me stumbled and blamed me for not seeing.
i just recently bought the book a tale of two cities, i dont remember reading it but heard it was a very good book.. i like to read any interesting book when im at work.. it makes time go a lot fast … lets just hope i enjoy the taile of two cities…
“That tale is an epic one, my friend. It will take very many moons to speak it.”
the wise man snuffed out his pipe on a rock, and nodded to the tourist. “Yes. I would appreciate hearing it very much. But you don’t need to use the ridiculous accent.”
It was a tale of woe.
It was a tale of sadness.
I had an ice cream cone
and there wan an event of badness.
I licked it with satisfaction and joy
I licked it with happiness true,
but when I licked it too hard,
the scoop fell in some dog poo.
There is a tale to tell about my life, but it is not over yet as I am at chapter 49 at this time.
Let the tales fly.
Live in fairyland, where wishes come true and knights are all shining.
Let the tales fly.
My life is gruesome. In it’s entirety I’ve lost my love, my family, my freedom. And It kills me to know that every event was twisted by the guiding hand of fate. I can only ask myself, how do I deserve this?
i once wrote a tale about a great dragon. the dragon was mean, but modest. the boy from the village was sent to slaughter the dragon, but the dragon wouldnt come out of his cave.. hes was too modest to let anyone see the great flames which rose from his belly and out of his muzzle. the boy and the dragon fell in love and lived happily ever after
Berg- und Talfahrt. My life is a rollercoast, hat eine Freundin von mir mal gesungen. Die wollte ich eh mal wiedersehen. Die muss mal nach Berlin kommen. Alle müssen da mal hin, um ihr Klischee mit der Realität zu vergleichen…
Every once in a while, I like to hear a tale. Tell me a tale. Please oh please won’t you tell me one. Enlighten me. Uncomfortable silences over the phone can be a little much
My tale is a long and gruesome one. My love torn from me, my life ripped apart by the unseen guiding hand that is fate.
An often heard tale is that of the mouse and the cat. Henry was an old Tabby nearing the end of his life, hiding out in old alleyways and scraping meals out of garbage cans. Joey was a field mouse who was clever and fast.
Stories of lives, predicting the future sometimes, but mostly re-itterating the past.
His latest story, “A Doorknob’s Tale” written from the perspective of the bathroom doorknob at the 34th street McDonald’s, had been rejected by yet another publisher. He was despondent.
I once reada book called a tale of two cities. though i dont really rememeber what it was about these days. Maybe I shoudl reread it soemtime. I believe it is supposed to be a good book. Though now that i think about it I wonder if I have read it or maybe I just think I have because I have heard of it. Who knows really. anyways tiem is about to be up so I guess ill stop
Washed up on the shoreline, he lies asleep as she stares from the shelter of the peering trees, caught on his silver lines. If she goes to him, he will awake. If he awakes, she will drown.
Geschichten, Märchen, feen, ja, feen mit flügeln, schillernd, magisch, zauberkraft, wenn träume liegen lernen, johnny depp, orlando bloom
I long tale about a pirate’s blind parrot will not appear here. Apparentaly I have to keep writing though. Funny that.
Taler, Taler an der Wand, falle direkt in meine Hand. Nein, Spieglein, Spieglein, doch, nein, ich bin nicht die Schönste im ganzen Land. Ich war es noch nie. Ich werde es nie sein. Vielleicht manchmal für manche und das ist auch voll total ok so.
i openned my eyes to smoke clearing.the tell-tale signs of a crash were all around me…where was i?clinks of glass,metal &stone were falling all around me.i turned my head.i was laying against smushed metal and broken glass.ugh.i hurt
I Think I Could Tell A Tale With A Twist. Some People Like My Stories, But They Barely Listen. They Dont Know My Tale So Im Not Telling it.
I tried to tell her I wasn’t lying. She didn’t believe me. She didn’t believe the bruises and scratches either. She said I could have done them to myself, or i could have aquired them from doing mundane tasks. No. He hit me. And I didn’t know how to tell him to stop.
a story about something like a dragon or a knight, or a knight that goes on a quest to kill a dragon that has perhaps taken a beautiful princess. These stories can be very sweeping and epic
She slinks into the darkness of the night, searching for any kind of trouble to get into. This is the tale of my cat, Maggie.
The book of fairy tales laid on her bedside table. She put her head down on her pillow and her eyes quickly closed. She began to dream of the far away lands she thought were only real in fairy tales.
Oh, welch wunderbare Nacht. Sternklar und wie zum Träumen gemacht! Manchmal singen wir da Lieder, immer und immer und immer wieder. Es ist ein Traum und ein Märchen dazu, wir gehen nie wieder, der Vorhang bleibt zu.
Tales of old, woven of tarnished memory
Brass that once was gold
Spirits come to hearth and home
to hear the tales of kith and kin
who forget not the deeds of old
this is a tale of love. love that isn’t lasting, that isn’t pure. love that is found one night, at a bar, at the bottom of a glass. however unpoetic, this love is fun, and worthwhile. if handled, this could be the greatest love you’ll ever know.
Ohhh I’ve got many tales but if you know me you know I am not the best story teller in the world I’ll use run on sentences and branch out with so may sides stories the original point is lost but if you know me you probably love me and it’s okay
a tale of tales fairy tales music chirps and fantazises. once upon a time lyfe happened. and it decided to continue going on until today. and what we experience today is that.
I drop my crunk off at preschool when I want to be fresh and fly. Sometimes I might be suave but that is a whole other tale! Now, if you want some delicious pork roast tonight, come over to my house, man. I’m cookin that and it will be swell.
What I wouldn’t give to hear a tale right now about the princess who finds her prince. It would make everything seem like childhood again where everything always works out in the end. It would make me forget the struggles of life at this current moment and it would make me free to smile even if for just a small moment.
Every day what I do is spin tales. My tales are what make me who I am, and I have ever so many more than nine. I’m a cat of a thousand, of a million tales, all just waiting to catch on a willing listener.
“Tell it again, Grandpa!” It’s the only thing he can remember anyone saying to him. “Mr. Williams, it’s time for your medicine.” The nurses apron was bleach white, the same color as the walls.
I’ll tell you a tale. Then again, maybe not… no one ever likes my stories. You might. You don’t know what they’re about.
Gore and murder and blood and rape and all kinds of unsavoury things.
Yeah, you won’t be a fan.
I have a tale to tell. It involves a dragon. I don’t have time to tell the whole thing, so you’ll have to make do with a summary. So here it is: The dragon dies.
i wrote a tale of two lovers and a
stop la la la la lying.