tale spin is a sweet cartoon about a bear that flies a plane. Really digged it :) sweet deal. Talking about this reminds me of duck tales. think the same studio made it.
Etienne
of giant beanstalks
and men on moons
and bread-crumb trails,
it is no wonder
we are so
unsatisfied.
flipping a coin is a stupid way to make decisions. There’s no real life to flipping a coin. There’s no dependency on your own brain. People are able to handle any decision, and I’ll tell you how: Flip a coin. As it’s hovering in the air, which are you hoping for? You have an answer.
tall tales told by old people to keep the young ones in check, makes you loose faith and become disillusioned as an adult, trying to live an exciting and free life.
So many tales were told of an event that never existed in the first place. It was the claim of the sound of life coming from the cave, that on our property. I wonder if we will we ever get to know the truth and settle this embarrassing situation once and for all.
stories, myths and legends, mystery and suspense, news articles, new lands, adventures discovering new places, old wives tales, urban legends, creative thinking , hours of imagination and fun.
stories and myths, legends, old wives tales, fairy tales, folk tales, educational tales, bedtime tales/stories, a new world , adventurous places, endless imagination, mystery and suspense, fantasy, realistic fiction, news articles,
stories and myths, legends, old wives tales, fairy tales, folk tales, educational tales, bedtime tales/stories, a new world , adventurous places, endless imagination, mystery and suspense, fantasy, realistic fiction, news articles,
This word reminds me of stories. I really don’t like the word tales. I wish it was more majestic. Like, when I think of stories I think about outlandish fantasies, but the word tales kind of reminds me of the movie Fish Tails and other sorts of animal tails. So in that sense I want the word to be more adventurous.
Dana Lewis
the bearded man stopped talking, when he finds out that everybody’s silent now. “why is everyone so quite?”
no answer, everybody’s still. one of the kids had finally said, “that is not just some tale”
the other one continued, “that’s what happened to our mom.”
rayshabir
I like reading tales, all sorts of tales. Scary ones, funny ones, weird ones. There are many that I’ve heard that will alwsy stay with me One of them tells of a monster that lived in a banana tree. That s
susan
My tale of life is much like any other I suppose, filled with ups and downs. Mostly downs until now. I have discovered the real me. The one that has been in hiding for far too many years. I really like the me I have discovered.
Joan Harrison
vaguely recalling the faintest memory
tightly tied together
forever entwined in tall tales
wet lips smacked together awkwardly like a slapfight
broken hearted aspirations
too much to handle all at once
remember how easy it used to be
when we spoke in utmost vagaries
but as things come into focus
everything gets blurred.
Matty M.
Tales could be dolphin tales or story tales both directs something or someone in a certain direction. A tale can direct you to different interesting places
Mari
I think of the stories that i my parents would read to me when i was little, stories about princesses and happy endings and other cliches
Claudia Harris
i love them I can read them very fast I love to be one of the he3roes and save the world but after every rise there is a fall. I am afraid of tales but now I love thjem, all is good to read and enjoy I wan to read and live int ehm. thre nop one can find me or hate me because there is no onnje but me
brll
Tales are like folk tales. It’s the only thought that comes to mind. Telling a folk tale, is an imaginary story carried on through generations for people to enjoy. (:
In what would be the land of triumph ended up being a land of tyranny. They might call it a tale but it sure wasn’t any thing but. A nightmare. That’s right, that’s exactly how he would describe his time in the land of Legions.
Rylan Almeida
There are many tales that everyone has. There is a tale of happiness, a tale of sorrow, a tale of joy and a tale of experiences. Yet, every tale shares a commonality. That there is a hope, and dreams guiding each tale.
customer inform me that he want to continue servie and he will pay his bill within 4 or five days, kindly contact him after one week to make his number operational.
nadia
The tales beyond our own. Where there is nothing to be shown. The games are cast and we are lasting far too long. The tales that I was told as a child are silly lies, that I cannot help but sigh thinking of them now. Let’s just forget it about it I suppose. Whilst modern tales are spun up to create and frustrate all those abound and surround.
Brock
It cracked – the fire did.
Noticed by none, it continued, in no demure.
An old man continued too.
As all heard his pauses, and rises, and falls.
The fire – it cracked.
She told tales of the past, of her past, and though at first they were flat facts, slowly emotional moles hill mounted and merged into vast ranges of regrets and repeated mistakes, masking the small successes that huddled at the base, in the shadows of ominous peaks.
when we talk it is as though we weave the fabric fairies will wear from our thoughts and ideas. we transport ourselves into the snow globes of my childhood and the sunny days spent by brooks where i was a knight, defeating evil forest spirits. it is your mind that never fails to sparkle at me, unwinding on the crooked paths you choose to lead me along, a benevolent deity whiling away time.
tale spin is a sweet cartoon about a bear that flies a plane. Really digged it :) sweet deal. Talking about this reminds me of duck tales. think the same studio made it.
of giant beanstalks
and men on moons
and bread-crumb trails,
it is no wonder
we are so
unsatisfied.
flipping a coin is a stupid way to make decisions. There’s no real life to flipping a coin. There’s no dependency on your own brain. People are able to handle any decision, and I’ll tell you how: Flip a coin. As it’s hovering in the air, which are you hoping for? You have an answer.
tall tales told by old people to keep the young ones in check, makes you loose faith and become disillusioned as an adult, trying to live an exciting and free life.
Tales
fails,
pales,
browns,
frowns,
clowns,
fairies,
tales.
So many tales were told of an event that never existed in the first place. It was the claim of the sound of life coming from the cave, that on our property. I wonder if we will we ever get to know the truth and settle this embarrassing situation once and for all.
adventurous tales
bedtime tales
bibliographies
auto biographies
plays
Books
Tales of fervor and passion, basic, very basic get to us don’t they? They seem genuine.
stories
books
information
biography auto biography
stories, myths and legends, mystery and suspense, news articles, new lands, adventures discovering new places, old wives tales, urban legends, creative thinking , hours of imagination and fun.
stories and myths, legends, old wives tales, fairy tales, folk tales, educational tales, bedtime tales/stories, a new world , adventurous places, endless imagination, mystery and suspense, fantasy, realistic fiction, news articles,
stories and myths, legends, old wives tales, fairy tales, folk tales, educational tales, bedtime tales/stories, a new world , adventurous places, endless imagination, mystery and suspense, fantasy, realistic fiction, news articles,
fiction
picture books
believes
fairy tales
make believe
stories that are not true
stories
author
illustrator
paragraph
Cinderella
snow white
love
tattle tails
tails
cat chasing a dog
a cats tail
A FROG
my brother
stories that have titles and big paragraphs
illustrators make the pictures and drawings
fairy tale
funny
best sellers
books
fairy tales
videos
cynderella
Pigs are flying
I read a tale about coconuts. I read it in a hut. I love peanuts.
stories
poetry
ancient
tails
animals
verbs
grammar
fun
exciting
stories that have titles and big paragraphs
illustrators make the pictures and drawings
stories
author
illustrator
title
chapters
paragraph
Wise, old tales, she told, her skin old like bark. She smiled, wrinkled, the bark crunching, as she retold tales of her life before she grew.
This word reminds me of stories. I really don’t like the word tales. I wish it was more majestic. Like, when I think of stories I think about outlandish fantasies, but the word tales kind of reminds me of the movie Fish Tails and other sorts of animal tails. So in that sense I want the word to be more adventurous.
the bearded man stopped talking, when he finds out that everybody’s silent now. “why is everyone so quite?”
no answer, everybody’s still. one of the kids had finally said, “that is not just some tale”
the other one continued, “that’s what happened to our mom.”
I like reading tales, all sorts of tales. Scary ones, funny ones, weird ones. There are many that I’ve heard that will alwsy stay with me One of them tells of a monster that lived in a banana tree. That s
My tale of life is much like any other I suppose, filled with ups and downs. Mostly downs until now. I have discovered the real me. The one that has been in hiding for far too many years. I really like the me I have discovered.
vaguely recalling the faintest memory
tightly tied together
forever entwined in tall tales
wet lips smacked together awkwardly like a slapfight
broken hearted aspirations
too much to handle all at once
remember how easy it used to be
when we spoke in utmost vagaries
but as things come into focus
everything gets blurred.
Tales could be dolphin tales or story tales both directs something or someone in a certain direction. A tale can direct you to different interesting places
I think of the stories that i my parents would read to me when i was little, stories about princesses and happy endings and other cliches
i love them I can read them very fast I love to be one of the he3roes and save the world but after every rise there is a fall. I am afraid of tales but now I love thjem, all is good to read and enjoy I wan to read and live int ehm. thre nop one can find me or hate me because there is no onnje but me
Tales are like folk tales. It’s the only thought that comes to mind. Telling a folk tale, is an imaginary story carried on through generations for people to enjoy. (:
In what would be the land of triumph ended up being a land of tyranny. They might call it a tale but it sure wasn’t any thing but. A nightmare. That’s right, that’s exactly how he would describe his time in the land of Legions.
There are many tales that everyone has. There is a tale of happiness, a tale of sorrow, a tale of joy and a tale of experiences. Yet, every tale shares a commonality. That there is a hope, and dreams guiding each tale.
customer inform me that he want to continue servie and he will pay his bill within 4 or five days, kindly contact him after one week to make his number operational.
The tales beyond our own. Where there is nothing to be shown. The games are cast and we are lasting far too long. The tales that I was told as a child are silly lies, that I cannot help but sigh thinking of them now. Let’s just forget it about it I suppose. Whilst modern tales are spun up to create and frustrate all those abound and surround.
It cracked – the fire did.
Noticed by none, it continued, in no demure.
An old man continued too.
As all heard his pauses, and rises, and falls.
The fire – it cracked.
there is something to be said about the old crones tales. they always had a ring of truth to them, no matter how off putting the tale was.
That is why I had to go see her.
She told tales of the past, of her past, and though at first they were flat facts, slowly emotional moles hill mounted and merged into vast ranges of regrets and repeated mistakes, masking the small successes that huddled at the base, in the shadows of ominous peaks.
They say a happily ever after is just around the corner,
but they never tell you which corner,
on which street,
in which city…or state.. or country…
It’s just another tale… just another fairy tale.
MY happy ending begins now.
when we talk it is as though we weave the fabric fairies will wear from our thoughts and ideas. we transport ourselves into the snow globes of my childhood and the sunny days spent by brooks where i was a knight, defeating evil forest spirits. it is your mind that never fails to sparkle at me, unwinding on the crooked paths you choose to lead me along, a benevolent deity whiling away time.
Tales are just another form of myth. Over time they change form and become history. Which one do you believe in?