Tell a tale a tall tale just don’t stop and keep talking and I wonder if I can write a tale worth reading or if it’s all just garbage and that sucks to keep worrying about it but I guess I”ll just keep going because I don’t really knwo what else to do and it’s the thing to do and you want to do it right? if you could just finish something it would be ok, you could feel like this is what you’re supposed to be doing, how do you know what you’re supposed to be doing when there is no finish, no one to tell you?
just.me
tales aren’t necessarily untrue, but they seem different from stories. When you tell a story, it’s possibly an article or just a thing that happened to you. A tale is more epic. It has a plot, not just events. It is more memorable. My day is a story, an adventure is a tale. The Hobbit is a tale, for example.
Jesse
Tale? I dont have enough time to write a tale. The first sentence took me at least thirty seconds. Im no good at this. This is my tale…..
embarassing
tale? um..what’s that mean, oh, like fairy tale? A tell Tale Heart. Nice short story. Looks like it’d be pronounced– “tallay” weird. anyway, I am telling a tale about absolutely nothing. ugh. im out of words. I don’t like tales as a matter of fact.
wendy
She told tales — fantastic voyages of the mind — with such conviction you believed her.
chriss
without one i feel left out sitting and staring yet no one comes. i’m alone and the tale i spin has been spun a million times before.
rain
I would love to tell you a tale of enchantment and fantasy. So enchanting that hypnosis will overtake your mind and body. THe type of enchantment that is bored into you mind as a starstuck fool trapped in fairyland flights. Love is what this tale is surrounded by. A deep love of two servants working in the house of the Armastian King. There has not been love in this castle for centuries. In fact, the thought of love made all occupants of the Kingdom cringe. This is of course implies that love itself has been banned from the Kingdom, replaced with distain and hatred. However, under the black cover that the Castle holds, there is one man who dares to have feelings of love. His name is Seriton. Seriton, being an abnormally attractive manservant for the King, is in love with the servant of the Queen who’s name is Lushta. Lushta had golden strung hair, which was only a feature that was given to the gods.
tori
I told a tale to a long-tailed cat and the funny thing didn’t think much about that. Reminds me of Bard’s Tale and the cheesy C64 games that I used to love when I was a kid – the comic-book approach to medieval times and the
AC
two and a half dolls went down the stairs..they thought they would explore the outside world and see what the big tadoo was all about. They reached the door and they could reach the handle
Kay
i wrote a long tale about two cities that underwent a revolution like no other. it wasn’t a tall tale, nor short. it was deep and powerful. It inspired the birth of 7 more nations thereafter. I love this tale, really.
jesse Lumb
I’m going to tell you a tale
One that is true
I want her
She denied my first try, but promised if i won her
Fire, Explosion, this reaction
Perhaps its a story still being written
Perhaps only time will tell the end of this tale.
Cullen
A tale is a story someone tells to say about what his imagination wants to make real. Some people live inside tales. Other people just read them to feed their minds. I personaly do both.
R.K.O.B.
a rabbits tale is not the same as his tail. this story begins with a awkwadly large carrot and one tiny rabbit. The tale takes a turn for the worst once the baby rabbit eats half of the carrot and his tail falls off. this is dumb
bees
this is the tale of a woman, who believing herself to be oppressed by men, threw her body from a cliff. She didn’t die, but was paralyzed and still, found herself oppressed by men. Men who were doctors. Men who invented contraptions to ‘help’ her. She just wanted to die.
Tango Karnitz
A lie. Tall tale. i got a really big fish the other day. it was 400″ long! Weighed about 4tons. Shrek was a good fairly tale. Sorta. More of a comedy than a fairy tale. But a good show. Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away… wait… no… Tail? no tale.
Aaron Sullivan
it was a different kind of story that was never reproduced, not even once. with a currency of words, the sequence of events had been reconstructed according to someone else’s wishes. had we known the outcome we probably would have still moved forward in the same manner. ah, but what is the point of worrying about this right now?
ban
fairy tales are the most fascinating stories dont you think? they encourage kids to be scared, and teach them morales, but the thing is…im more frightened by their content than the kids are. ‘Cause they see it all as peachy-keen….people don’t realize that their kids sometimes just know better.
mimi
The hot morning was melting into a blistering afternoon as the shimmering air rose off the street and into the sky. It was in this state, under these trees that he began his tale
Diane
Stories are deep all around us. Inside our bodies, coating us, all in our hair, our feet, our clothes. Remember the one about chipping your tooth, the angle of the sun the day you got the weird sunburn? And those people you bumped into?
thankssarah
my mother always told me tales. They weren’t the kind you’d expect though–fairytale stories with princesses and dragons and valiant knights in shining armor. No–they were totally made-up stories about us–where we came from, how I was made, why we were living in connecticut.
Emily
telling tales-
her favourite passtime.
why?
well, the biggest fool can ask more questions than the wisest man can answer
Cygnus
a story, an old fashioned story. fairy tales? absalutely not an animal’s tait. suggests a quaint story, with cottages and fairies in. … …
Alex
Tale. A story of some reknown, told and retold throughout the ages.
From fisherman to fathers, lovers to mothers to daughters, these classics are verbally passed on with cheek and tongue added in.
Tale.
Corealis Mirth
Its a tale of two cities.. Omaha and Hyderabad. A cross over of cultures, of lifestyle, of living th eamerican dream. Whatever it is, its a growth, of learning about ourselves. it is a journey
Lakshmi Mareddy
the world is enriched with tales. from old grandfathers to girl’s secrets about lovers. we cannot pretend we live in a culture that doesn’t thrive on tales. it’s what fuels our lives and our dreams.
atreyu
A tale can be whatever I wish I shall endeavour to delve into this phable, quiet the ironic scene indeed. Must one descirbe a tale for one to become one? Is this an oxymoron? That last question was rhetorical. Indeed this piece is rampant with bad syntax and incorrect use of grammar. This is my tale.
ben
i want to go to a place where my stories can become myths, or maybe i just want to make my own myths here. sometimes i don’t want to write about other people’s adventures, i want to make my own. i want to bleed, i want to save the world. i want to hold it close in my hands and cup it to my breast and make certain that no one can ever hurt it again.
salt
I’ll tell you a tale. A tale that has been told a thousand times before about a boy and a girl who were in love.
It didn’t last.
sabrina
We each have a tale to tell. By reviewing my own I have decided that most tales are complex and could be written in an interesting fashion, though it would take the use of some creative license. Mine has been a drama, comedy, and soap opera but thankfully not a horror.
JO
its a story mostly about love!
a damsel looking for her prince charming thinking it her true love make her happy ever after
pia
this is the tale of a girl who found herself lost in a closet. she woke up and it was dark but she knew it was a closet by the ties hanging on the door, and the coats brushing her head where she sat. it smelled like someone’s else’s house so she wasnt’ sure where she was. SHE SCREAMED AND SOMEONE SCREAMED BACK and then the ties fell off the door and she died.
A great story
Once there was a tale about a tail. And the tail was on a mouse in house that didn’t have a single louse and was a very very nice house but the tale about the tail isn’t very long because the mouse died.
Pappa B
a story sonething you tell someone about soemthing that happened it is when you meet someone be it soemone who you know or not and you tell them about somebhting that has happened in your life it could be a story that is a continuation of a past story that
Anke Borchers
of love and happiness, princes and fairies. a lord of the rings type story of heroism. a princess is kept, a prince ensues, happily ever after it shall end.
conan
I’m telling the truth, I don’t tell tales, I am being honest, You asked me to tell you what went on, but when I tell you truth you refuse to believe. You are the one who believes in tales … fairy tales. You hate the truth, it doesn’t fit your pattern of things, the truth frightens you. Please be assured, what I say is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. But you choose to believe the tell-tales, who fit your idea of a false reality.
Sara
I once heard a tale of a man made entirely out of peanuts. He loved to play frisbee with elephants. One day, he shouted HOOBLAY TO THE MAX, and from then on he was known as hoobles the tusked frisbee guru.
Hoobles the Tusked Frisbee Guru
it’s something to start with a coffee and cookies.. you then end up wondering where all the rest of the keys are gone and why all of them are connected to the same chain of thoughts. you see that finally the coffee has almost ended
lorent
the tales of a happier world… I don’t know what else this should bring but it’s nice to listen to it
hih
this is a tale that will take a long time to explain it is a tale of woe of gladness, a tale of superiority if not only in ones own mind. This my friends is a tale that is exactly lie
ida
there were three of us in the boat at the time, though later there would only be two. we weren’t sure how we’d gotten there, or even whether or not we knew one another. there was a vagueness about the situation that wasn’t helped by the pressing fog, the light lapping of waves against the hull or the opal moonlight that lit e
Tell a tale a tall tale just don’t stop and keep talking and I wonder if I can write a tale worth reading or if it’s all just garbage and that sucks to keep worrying about it but I guess I”ll just keep going because I don’t really knwo what else to do and it’s the thing to do and you want to do it right? if you could just finish something it would be ok, you could feel like this is what you’re supposed to be doing, how do you know what you’re supposed to be doing when there is no finish, no one to tell you?
tales aren’t necessarily untrue, but they seem different from stories. When you tell a story, it’s possibly an article or just a thing that happened to you. A tale is more epic. It has a plot, not just events. It is more memorable. My day is a story, an adventure is a tale. The Hobbit is a tale, for example.
Tale? I dont have enough time to write a tale. The first sentence took me at least thirty seconds. Im no good at this. This is my tale…..
tale? um..what’s that mean, oh, like fairy tale? A tell Tale Heart. Nice short story. Looks like it’d be pronounced– “tallay” weird. anyway, I am telling a tale about absolutely nothing. ugh. im out of words. I don’t like tales as a matter of fact.
She told tales — fantastic voyages of the mind — with such conviction you believed her.
without one i feel left out sitting and staring yet no one comes. i’m alone and the tale i spin has been spun a million times before.
I would love to tell you a tale of enchantment and fantasy. So enchanting that hypnosis will overtake your mind and body. THe type of enchantment that is bored into you mind as a starstuck fool trapped in fairyland flights. Love is what this tale is surrounded by. A deep love of two servants working in the house of the Armastian King. There has not been love in this castle for centuries. In fact, the thought of love made all occupants of the Kingdom cringe. This is of course implies that love itself has been banned from the Kingdom, replaced with distain and hatred. However, under the black cover that the Castle holds, there is one man who dares to have feelings of love. His name is Seriton. Seriton, being an abnormally attractive manservant for the King, is in love with the servant of the Queen who’s name is Lushta. Lushta had golden strung hair, which was only a feature that was given to the gods.
I told a tale to a long-tailed cat and the funny thing didn’t think much about that. Reminds me of Bard’s Tale and the cheesy C64 games that I used to love when I was a kid – the comic-book approach to medieval times and the
two and a half dolls went down the stairs..they thought they would explore the outside world and see what the big tadoo was all about. They reached the door and they could reach the handle
i wrote a long tale about two cities that underwent a revolution like no other. it wasn’t a tall tale, nor short. it was deep and powerful. It inspired the birth of 7 more nations thereafter. I love this tale, really.
I’m going to tell you a tale
One that is true
I want her
She denied my first try, but promised if i won her
Fire, Explosion, this reaction
Perhaps its a story still being written
Perhaps only time will tell the end of this tale.
A tale is a story someone tells to say about what his imagination wants to make real. Some people live inside tales. Other people just read them to feed their minds. I personaly do both.
a rabbits tale is not the same as his tail. this story begins with a awkwadly large carrot and one tiny rabbit. The tale takes a turn for the worst once the baby rabbit eats half of the carrot and his tail falls off. this is dumb
this is the tale of a woman, who believing herself to be oppressed by men, threw her body from a cliff. She didn’t die, but was paralyzed and still, found herself oppressed by men. Men who were doctors. Men who invented contraptions to ‘help’ her. She just wanted to die.
A lie. Tall tale. i got a really big fish the other day. it was 400″ long! Weighed about 4tons. Shrek was a good fairly tale. Sorta. More of a comedy than a fairy tale. But a good show. Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away… wait… no… Tail? no tale.
it was a different kind of story that was never reproduced, not even once. with a currency of words, the sequence of events had been reconstructed according to someone else’s wishes. had we known the outcome we probably would have still moved forward in the same manner. ah, but what is the point of worrying about this right now?
fairy tales are the most fascinating stories dont you think? they encourage kids to be scared, and teach them morales, but the thing is…im more frightened by their content than the kids are. ‘Cause they see it all as peachy-keen….people don’t realize that their kids sometimes just know better.
The hot morning was melting into a blistering afternoon as the shimmering air rose off the street and into the sky. It was in this state, under these trees that he began his tale
Stories are deep all around us. Inside our bodies, coating us, all in our hair, our feet, our clothes. Remember the one about chipping your tooth, the angle of the sun the day you got the weird sunburn? And those people you bumped into?
my mother always told me tales. They weren’t the kind you’d expect though–fairytale stories with princesses and dragons and valiant knights in shining armor. No–they were totally made-up stories about us–where we came from, how I was made, why we were living in connecticut.
telling tales-
her favourite passtime.
why?
well, the biggest fool can ask more questions than the wisest man can answer
a story, an old fashioned story. fairy tales? absalutely not an animal’s tait. suggests a quaint story, with cottages and fairies in. … …
Tale. A story of some reknown, told and retold throughout the ages.
From fisherman to fathers, lovers to mothers to daughters, these classics are verbally passed on with cheek and tongue added in.
Tale.
Its a tale of two cities.. Omaha and Hyderabad. A cross over of cultures, of lifestyle, of living th eamerican dream. Whatever it is, its a growth, of learning about ourselves. it is a journey
the world is enriched with tales. from old grandfathers to girl’s secrets about lovers. we cannot pretend we live in a culture that doesn’t thrive on tales. it’s what fuels our lives and our dreams.
A tale can be whatever I wish I shall endeavour to delve into this phable, quiet the ironic scene indeed. Must one descirbe a tale for one to become one? Is this an oxymoron? That last question was rhetorical. Indeed this piece is rampant with bad syntax and incorrect use of grammar. This is my tale.
i want to go to a place where my stories can become myths, or maybe i just want to make my own myths here. sometimes i don’t want to write about other people’s adventures, i want to make my own. i want to bleed, i want to save the world. i want to hold it close in my hands and cup it to my breast and make certain that no one can ever hurt it again.
I’ll tell you a tale. A tale that has been told a thousand times before about a boy and a girl who were in love.
It didn’t last.
We each have a tale to tell. By reviewing my own I have decided that most tales are complex and could be written in an interesting fashion, though it would take the use of some creative license. Mine has been a drama, comedy, and soap opera but thankfully not a horror.
its a story mostly about love!
a damsel looking for her prince charming thinking it her true love make her happy ever after
this is the tale of a girl who found herself lost in a closet. she woke up and it was dark but she knew it was a closet by the ties hanging on the door, and the coats brushing her head where she sat. it smelled like someone’s else’s house so she wasnt’ sure where she was. SHE SCREAMED AND SOMEONE SCREAMED BACK and then the ties fell off the door and she died.
Once there was a tale about a tail. And the tail was on a mouse in house that didn’t have a single louse and was a very very nice house but the tale about the tail isn’t very long because the mouse died.
a story sonething you tell someone about soemthing that happened it is when you meet someone be it soemone who you know or not and you tell them about somebhting that has happened in your life it could be a story that is a continuation of a past story that
of love and happiness, princes and fairies. a lord of the rings type story of heroism. a princess is kept, a prince ensues, happily ever after it shall end.
I’m telling the truth, I don’t tell tales, I am being honest, You asked me to tell you what went on, but when I tell you truth you refuse to believe. You are the one who believes in tales … fairy tales. You hate the truth, it doesn’t fit your pattern of things, the truth frightens you. Please be assured, what I say is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. But you choose to believe the tell-tales, who fit your idea of a false reality.
I once heard a tale of a man made entirely out of peanuts. He loved to play frisbee with elephants. One day, he shouted HOOBLAY TO THE MAX, and from then on he was known as hoobles the tusked frisbee guru.
it’s something to start with a coffee and cookies.. you then end up wondering where all the rest of the keys are gone and why all of them are connected to the same chain of thoughts. you see that finally the coffee has almost ended
the tales of a happier world… I don’t know what else this should bring but it’s nice to listen to it
this is a tale that will take a long time to explain it is a tale of woe of gladness, a tale of superiority if not only in ones own mind. This my friends is a tale that is exactly lie
there were three of us in the boat at the time, though later there would only be two. we weren’t sure how we’d gotten there, or even whether or not we knew one another. there was a vagueness about the situation that wasn’t helped by the pressing fog, the light lapping of waves against the hull or the opal moonlight that lit e