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#1161voted by our readers
By Edenmills04 BRONZE
Paris, Tennessee

Once upon a time, there was a small town. In that small town lived a humble woodcutter and his wife. They had two kids name Hansel and Gretel. One day, the town ran out of food and...
Edenmills04 BRONZE, Paris, Tennessee
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#1162 Fiction
poetry_chick06 SILVER, Fort Wayne, Indiana
7 articles 0 photos 4 comments
SarahLulu555 BRONZE, Hailey, Idaho
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
“It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.”<br /> - Martha Graham -

#1164 Fiction
DanielRaney BRONZE, Danville, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You miss every shot you don't take"<br /> -Wayne Gretzky

#1165 Fiction
By xopuppyluv SILVER
North Bay Village, Florida
xopuppyluv SILVER, North Bay Village, Florida
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#1166 Fiction
By cbonawandt BRONZE
Westhampton, New York
cbonawandt BRONZE, Westhampton, New York
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
RanSarPuffin BRONZE, Fremont, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#1168 Fiction
By Celebrian9 PLATINUM
Syracuse, New York
Celebrian9 PLATINUM, Syracuse, New York
20 articles 2 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” -Winnie the Pooh

#1169 Fiction
By annanamm BRONZE
West Chester, Pennsylvania
annanamm BRONZE, West Chester, Pennsylvania
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#1170 Fiction
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.