Tuesday, February 24, 2009 ( 6:56 AM )
First.
Happy Birthday Eunice!
Hope you liked the prezzies. Ohwell. 21st June 2008!!!
Ohwell. kkz. Do you like stories? Here's one that goes..
Once upon a time, in the land .. Ok. Cut the crap. There was a town called Kennie. The town was right beside an extremely big wall that stretched so far man could not walk to its end, not before dying. So high that eagles can't soar over it. No one ever saw what was behind the wall.
Myths and legends tell about the wall. One told that during Man's first existence, behind the wall was evil evil creatures, witches and wizards. The land was covered with red hot lava and it was night at anytime. For centuries no man dared to think about the terrible things behidn that wall.
At first, the ancestors worshipped the wall, killing pigs and cows in front of the wall. They thought that it would please the mighty God to keep the wall standing tall and firm, protecting them from the evil. However, the sacrifices were always stolen by scavengers.
Over time, the new generations ignored the myth and life went on and on without wondering or worrying about the mighty wall. It became a part of nature, a part of everyday life, something no on cared about.
There was this little boy though, he lived right beside the wall. He played every kind of games at or with the wall day and night. When he grew up, he started analysing the wall. The ants the used to kill as a little boy, actrually lived within the wall. He now figured that the wall was not thin, it was thick. But the wall wasn't impossible to break through too.
From then on, he kept this as a secret and every night, he kept knocking on the wall, one bit at a time.
At last, after 60 years, there was a small crack that grew into a big crack. One day, while knokcing, some water sipped out from the cracks. He kept knocking and a whole ocean poured over the town.
Centuries can centuries later, people settled there again due to fertile soil. The wall was not fully broken. They found the hole one day. One man dared to run though it, he went in and never came back. He dropped into the endless hole just one step to the other side of the wall. No one cared or eevn trid to save him.
Another little boy walked in, but he didn't run he stood winthin the wall and looked through to the other side. It was beautilful. Everything was there. Faries, beautilful mountains, rainbows, lollipops as flowers. But there was no such hole that he was told about.
This hole is actually imagination. HHAAAHAHAHAHAH.. I talked so much and just said its imagination.How ever you intepret in. This story can be changed in any way as the writer likes anyway. Hmnn.. Interesting though.
YES> I can write books huh. Fairytale.