NOt an animal’s back side but a story, the most pwerful thing a man can do. Tell his tale or tales he has heard, this way we have acheived our greatest entertaihments and rteached some of our most profound thoughts whether o rnot they were right is arguable. These tend to be tall or run on but they tell us things we have not heard and recount things we may not have known about. WHat we do without without tales, where would aur ancestors have gone and what would they have done without them.
Jose Reymondez
this is a tale about a man named jed. jed was so poor he barely kept his family fed. til one day he was shooting at some food, when up through the ground came’a bubblin crude, black gold that is, texas tea. the next thing you know jed’s a millionaire, his kin fold said jed move away from here.
JHA
A story of a life untold. Someone forgotten; known as fiction… But he is real… He is true and his tale will drift on for eternity until love finds the truth.
Katie Davidson
said by some to be a long story with no real ending often made up by the speaker and told around a fire or in the depths of a deep forest. Usual elements include ghost, mystery, murder or all of the above.
PurpleSpider
a tale is a wonderful thing. It can whisp up air and tell a story. in norwegian it means to speak. Speaking and maybe telling a story :) tale could also be a name, but I prefer to use the word as a story. I have enjoyed writing this story about the word, tale…
Lene
a prince and cinderila story tale ending
garce
I told a tale once about a girl who wasn’t me, but it turned out to truly be me. What was the result? Dishonesty, sneaking, lies, and I caught him. Yeah… I caught him in a lie, because I lied.
Christiana
Once was a tale of a man who thought he knew everything. He was a strong man, and was very fluent in the art of speaking. He could always use his words to work his way out of things. This man was named Samuel. Samuel E. Philips. Now Sam Philips was not a simple man. He lead a very intriguing lifestyle.
Christian Wyrwas
tale of a which that loved a demon and after several months she discovered that they couldn’t make it
Mourad
This is the tale of an open minded girl with a broken heart. She betrayed her family to fall in love with the reclusive outcast in her village despite the taboo and the curse placed upon her. This is a tale of modern times, and this is the tale of a boy who was taken away by spirits and the murderous acts of a broken hearted girl against those who would betray her because of her love.
Deranged
tales of stories. forgotten or maybe still remembered. also a name of my friend. her name’s tale, it’s pretty special. and tell-tales which i like, cause they remind me of when i was a child and everything was an adventure. tell me a story, or maybe i’ll be a part of a tale someday.
Persille
of a donkey, eating, wondering, what lies beyond grass, why does my head itch.
nak
Well, this one time I was in the united states of America. We were crossing the street, and I was wearing these really ratty pants. I tripped ujst as a car was coming up the hill. When I fell, it sped up. Anyway, I rolled out of the way. It missed me by like, 4 inches.
Kate Madden
I have a tale to tell about a little girl who loves her stuffed animals….she is so happy when she has them around her. She talkes to them as though they were real. She makes them talk and sing and really enjoys spending time with them.
Sabrina Adams
i shall tell a tale to those who will hear it. read it, rather, since i’m typing and now telling. perhaps this is obligitory. did i mispell obligatory? indeed, and misspell, as well. well, back to the tale. so once upon a time a man visited a site on the internet. he wrote about a word for about sixty seconds, succumbing not completely but partially to his free-association tendencies.
eric g
once upon a time there was a cat and it had a tail or a tale, either one because they are pronounced the same way i’m pretty sure because i speak english. either way it was long, and either way it was striped gray, which means it was both the neutral non-colour “gray” and also non-descript and kind of boring but it was a good and warm life and it was also furry because that’s what cats have.
harper burke
The last time i hear a good story i think it made me sad. I get sad when i hear stories because i know they will never exist but in the moment of their telling. How can you love or remember something so fleeting or maybe to love and remember the fleeting is to truly experience it.
Orli
A tale is a short story, usually with a relevant theme or moral. Before they were documented in written word, these were passed down verbally through generations. Often the stories of ancient heroes were passed down in tales.
Keith M
a tale is a story, sometimes of epic proportions, of love hate fantasy worlds etc.
Nick Cooper
long distances between you and me… just as long as the tale of the cat in the musical.. tell me why don’t you call me back? I just want to reach you now! why don’t you help me to get out?
Tugba
Many people tell them. Some of them are good, some of them are so bad you have to cover your ears to keep them from bleeding. There are long ones and there are short ones. The long ones with little lessons in them are the best but some of the short ones can be good too.
Phrawg
A tale of a man dressed in black… white pinstripes and a cockeyed hat.
JCF
I could tell the tale of my live. I could tell you what that tale means to me. I could even tell you the secrets of that tale that no one should ever know. I could, in fact tell tales. But no, I will tell you nothing of my life. I will just tell you that I have a tale that would put all tales to shame.
rana
I told a tale about the tales of those of old.
To tell a tale I must admit I know not what was told. If I tell you this tale, please understand that this tale will tell you what I’ve gone through in my life. If this does not reach the end, I guess it’s not a tale at all.
John Spears
I have a tale to tell you about. One day I was walking at a very brisk past & came upon a most beautiful sight. It was a lovely doe standing by the edge of a woody space next to our house. It first looked startled to see me…then it seemed to want to come closer. At first I was also a little startled & didn’t know what to do so I stood very still & let it come closer. It seemed to want to communicate with me in some way. When it got almost to me, it stopped & turned & looked back & turned & started walking in the direction it came from, turning every so often to see, I feel, if I was following. I did & when we got to the edge of the woody space again I saw the most beautiful buck that needed my help. I started toward it & saw what the problem was. It was standing in a hole & had hurt it’s foot. I gently helped him out of the hole & after standing for a few minutes. The doe & buck went happily on their way & turned & looked at me with the most awesome look of gratude you have ever seen. It made my day!!
Alice Loveless
Tale. Well, I have a lot of stories I could tell. I used to be this great person, who had a lot of friends and everything. All I have now are stories.
Samara
long ago in a land full of gnomes a great wizard took the throne. aesop was his jester. the wizard held the key to everlasting life. the gnomes never questioned the wizard until aesop the jester started drinking and letting the secrets out.
Lambino
i really dislike the word “tale” as a subject .
i tried to change my chances by hitting reload , a couple of times . tried every trick i could think of , but it seems im supposed to write about “tale”
so .
the other day , i ate a mouse .
mike hale .
it’s a tale of cities, of towns, of people, of heart wrenching dramas that defy any sane train of expression. long or short, a point is just the tip of an arrow that pierces the lungs like two packs of smokes in a day
Kevin Gleim
fairys are so small and simple.. but why do they have wings? are tey really neded.. they should be given real tails.. what about dragons? are they even real? whats the point of them anyway.. so pople can write books about princesses so there prince can same them fromthe evil goer? i think not. i think we should change it up a bit..
reace
fairy tales have changed my life. sinc ei w as a kid, the idea of the charming preince in the beutiful white horse made me day dream forn years. now as a teeneager, i realize that fairy tales are great and beautiful, but not useful in real life. to grow up, we have to forget about princesses and fairies, and just live as we know real life really is
paulina ramos
Hundreds of tales about a fairy princess and a handsome prince are in existence. Of course, these “tales” are often ludicrously absurd and fanciful. But whose to say that such tales couldn’t actually come true? In a day of Prozac and overmedication, why not?
Sammi
a story year 7 task love a yarn
baffles
animals in the forest, like aesops fables.
a tale of whales and woe, les claypool.
it makes me think of something woodsy, trees, grass, green brown, bright reddish flowers with huge petals and all kinds of fauna living their lives, just living their lives…
oh yea.
a tale of two cities.
Mariaah
a tale of two cities it’s a fish and a story about a hedgehog and there’s music and fairies and imagination and it’s wonderful neverland peterpan captain hook childhood memories job offers college applications lies hey arnold video games dialog french class comic books the umbrella academy so many things to discuss because of tale tale tale tale tale tale you don’t think when you tell a tale it’s a fib
rileyjones
the tale of a boy who want to find himself but did
not no where to look a tale to little told
about all the boys and men who search
for what to do with all the time the have to live
all have a tale to live and tell
Apryl
hfj
fggh
tales are stories, you don’t choose them, they come. you stumble upon them and then they’re gone before you even knew they were there. sometimes you’ll think about them again and there was a lesson, something you needed to learn and something that helped shape who you are at the moment that you remember it. they’re there for your story,the story of your life that you will share with your children and grandchildren years later.
danyle
Tales these days are so contrived. One is hard pressed to find anything with the originality and beauty that was once so prevolent in the telling of these small masterpieces… What are we to do?
Lauren Biddle
a tale is a story of any kind, usually fictional. a tale is often a folk story or legend of some kind. tale rhymes with fail. tale is a homophone for tail. they’re both pronounced the same way. tale starts with a t and ends with an e. tale is a four letter word, like “shit”.
NOt an animal’s back side but a story, the most pwerful thing a man can do. Tell his tale or tales he has heard, this way we have acheived our greatest entertaihments and rteached some of our most profound thoughts whether o rnot they were right is arguable. These tend to be tall or run on but they tell us things we have not heard and recount things we may not have known about. WHat we do without without tales, where would aur ancestors have gone and what would they have done without them.
this is a tale about a man named jed. jed was so poor he barely kept his family fed. til one day he was shooting at some food, when up through the ground came’a bubblin crude, black gold that is, texas tea. the next thing you know jed’s a millionaire, his kin fold said jed move away from here.
A story of a life untold. Someone forgotten; known as fiction… But he is real… He is true and his tale will drift on for eternity until love finds the truth.
said by some to be a long story with no real ending often made up by the speaker and told around a fire or in the depths of a deep forest. Usual elements include ghost, mystery, murder or all of the above.
a tale is a wonderful thing. It can whisp up air and tell a story. in norwegian it means to speak. Speaking and maybe telling a story :) tale could also be a name, but I prefer to use the word as a story. I have enjoyed writing this story about the word, tale…
a prince and cinderila story tale ending
I told a tale once about a girl who wasn’t me, but it turned out to truly be me. What was the result? Dishonesty, sneaking, lies, and I caught him. Yeah… I caught him in a lie, because I lied.
Once was a tale of a man who thought he knew everything. He was a strong man, and was very fluent in the art of speaking. He could always use his words to work his way out of things. This man was named Samuel. Samuel E. Philips. Now Sam Philips was not a simple man. He lead a very intriguing lifestyle.
tale of a which that loved a demon and after several months she discovered that they couldn’t make it
This is the tale of an open minded girl with a broken heart. She betrayed her family to fall in love with the reclusive outcast in her village despite the taboo and the curse placed upon her. This is a tale of modern times, and this is the tale of a boy who was taken away by spirits and the murderous acts of a broken hearted girl against those who would betray her because of her love.
tales of stories. forgotten or maybe still remembered. also a name of my friend. her name’s tale, it’s pretty special. and tell-tales which i like, cause they remind me of when i was a child and everything was an adventure. tell me a story, or maybe i’ll be a part of a tale someday.
of a donkey, eating, wondering, what lies beyond grass, why does my head itch.
Well, this one time I was in the united states of America. We were crossing the street, and I was wearing these really ratty pants. I tripped ujst as a car was coming up the hill. When I fell, it sped up. Anyway, I rolled out of the way. It missed me by like, 4 inches.
I have a tale to tell about a little girl who loves her stuffed animals….she is so happy when she has them around her. She talkes to them as though they were real. She makes them talk and sing and really enjoys spending time with them.
i shall tell a tale to those who will hear it. read it, rather, since i’m typing and now telling. perhaps this is obligitory. did i mispell obligatory? indeed, and misspell, as well. well, back to the tale. so once upon a time a man visited a site on the internet. he wrote about a word for about sixty seconds, succumbing not completely but partially to his free-association tendencies.
once upon a time there was a cat and it had a tail or a tale, either one because they are pronounced the same way i’m pretty sure because i speak english. either way it was long, and either way it was striped gray, which means it was both the neutral non-colour “gray” and also non-descript and kind of boring but it was a good and warm life and it was also furry because that’s what cats have.
The last time i hear a good story i think it made me sad. I get sad when i hear stories because i know they will never exist but in the moment of their telling. How can you love or remember something so fleeting or maybe to love and remember the fleeting is to truly experience it.
A tale is a short story, usually with a relevant theme or moral. Before they were documented in written word, these were passed down verbally through generations. Often the stories of ancient heroes were passed down in tales.
a tale is a story, sometimes of epic proportions, of love hate fantasy worlds etc.
long distances between you and me… just as long as the tale of the cat in the musical.. tell me why don’t you call me back? I just want to reach you now! why don’t you help me to get out?
Many people tell them. Some of them are good, some of them are so bad you have to cover your ears to keep them from bleeding. There are long ones and there are short ones. The long ones with little lessons in them are the best but some of the short ones can be good too.
A tale of a man dressed in black… white pinstripes and a cockeyed hat.
I could tell the tale of my live. I could tell you what that tale means to me. I could even tell you the secrets of that tale that no one should ever know. I could, in fact tell tales. But no, I will tell you nothing of my life. I will just tell you that I have a tale that would put all tales to shame.
I told a tale about the tales of those of old.
To tell a tale I must admit I know not what was told. If I tell you this tale, please understand that this tale will tell you what I’ve gone through in my life. If this does not reach the end, I guess it’s not a tale at all.
I have a tale to tell you about. One day I was walking at a very brisk past & came upon a most beautiful sight. It was a lovely doe standing by the edge of a woody space next to our house. It first looked startled to see me…then it seemed to want to come closer. At first I was also a little startled & didn’t know what to do so I stood very still & let it come closer. It seemed to want to communicate with me in some way. When it got almost to me, it stopped & turned & looked back & turned & started walking in the direction it came from, turning every so often to see, I feel, if I was following. I did & when we got to the edge of the woody space again I saw the most beautiful buck that needed my help. I started toward it & saw what the problem was. It was standing in a hole & had hurt it’s foot. I gently helped him out of the hole & after standing for a few minutes. The doe & buck went happily on their way & turned & looked at me with the most awesome look of gratude you have ever seen. It made my day!!
Tale. Well, I have a lot of stories I could tell. I used to be this great person, who had a lot of friends and everything. All I have now are stories.
long ago in a land full of gnomes a great wizard took the throne. aesop was his jester. the wizard held the key to everlasting life. the gnomes never questioned the wizard until aesop the jester started drinking and letting the secrets out.
i really dislike the word “tale” as a subject .
i tried to change my chances by hitting reload , a couple of times . tried every trick i could think of , but it seems im supposed to write about “tale”
so .
the other day , i ate a mouse .
it’s a tale of cities, of towns, of people, of heart wrenching dramas that defy any sane train of expression. long or short, a point is just the tip of an arrow that pierces the lungs like two packs of smokes in a day
fairys are so small and simple.. but why do they have wings? are tey really neded.. they should be given real tails.. what about dragons? are they even real? whats the point of them anyway.. so pople can write books about princesses so there prince can same them fromthe evil goer? i think not. i think we should change it up a bit..
fairy tales have changed my life. sinc ei w as a kid, the idea of the charming preince in the beutiful white horse made me day dream forn years. now as a teeneager, i realize that fairy tales are great and beautiful, but not useful in real life. to grow up, we have to forget about princesses and fairies, and just live as we know real life really is
Hundreds of tales about a fairy princess and a handsome prince are in existence. Of course, these “tales” are often ludicrously absurd and fanciful. But whose to say that such tales couldn’t actually come true? In a day of Prozac and overmedication, why not?
a story year 7 task love a yarn
animals in the forest, like aesops fables.
a tale of whales and woe, les claypool.
it makes me think of something woodsy, trees, grass, green brown, bright reddish flowers with huge petals and all kinds of fauna living their lives, just living their lives…
oh yea.
a tale of two cities.
a tale of two cities it’s a fish and a story about a hedgehog and there’s music and fairies and imagination and it’s wonderful neverland peterpan captain hook childhood memories job offers college applications lies hey arnold video games dialog french class comic books the umbrella academy so many things to discuss because of tale tale tale tale tale tale you don’t think when you tell a tale it’s a fib
the tale of a boy who want to find himself but did
not no where to look a tale to little told
about all the boys and men who search
for what to do with all the time the have to live
all have a tale to live and tell
hfj
tales are stories, you don’t choose them, they come. you stumble upon them and then they’re gone before you even knew they were there. sometimes you’ll think about them again and there was a lesson, something you needed to learn and something that helped shape who you are at the moment that you remember it. they’re there for your story,the story of your life that you will share with your children and grandchildren years later.
Tales these days are so contrived. One is hard pressed to find anything with the originality and beauty that was once so prevolent in the telling of these small masterpieces… What are we to do?
a tale is a story of any kind, usually fictional. a tale is often a folk story or legend of some kind. tale rhymes with fail. tale is a homophone for tail. they’re both pronounced the same way. tale starts with a t and ends with an e. tale is a four letter word, like “shit”.