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It was a bright and sunny day at the lake and you happily dipping your feet in the water, then you see a person in the middle of the lake, curiosity get the best of you and you hop in the water and swim to the unknown person.

It was a sunny day, you are by the lake diping your feet in the water. Then you see something in the middle of the lake, so you jump into the water and swim towards the being

One day I was delaying writing a paper. Then I found this website... | It was about guys with weird ears, I did not even want to know why a website like that existed. I then clicked on the first post. | The profile popped out was shocking and weirdly appealing at the same time. Wait, it looks like... me? It was me! How come that my photo show up here? And did I never know that I got weird ears?

Every time I try to continue a story that someone else started, it won't submit. | Finally, I learned the truth behind the submit button. It was controlled by alien beavers. These beavers also wanted my cotton candy. Praise the mighty beaver! | The Beaver Debugger however helps here. Any problems with beavers will vanish in thin air. | Then I quickly realized that the evil looking beavers are actually protectors for the all the writers who have no ideas that each time they submit a small piece of their soul would be taken away and stored in the secret soul tank. Oh mighty beavers!

The cop, the Indian, the construction worker, and biker closed in around he cowboy. Cowboy's earlier comment about a Village People reunion happening over his dead body was about to come true. | Then, at the funeral the village people talked and sang songs about the dead cowboy. | Furthermore, some of the villagers from the funeral were imposters from Margaret wedding.

"Johannes Kepler had it all wrong." Warren Buffet muttered, curiously maintaining a perfect poker-face. His audience errupted. | This was of course no ordinary audience, being at the annual Kepler festival. Buffet sensed it, being the savvy mind he is, and decided to switch. "Tyco Brahe, had it wrong also." He paused to assess the mood.

This is a story about a wandering ghost called Megi. Megi is a lost soul from centuries ago always on the move, wandering around looking for misheivious thing to do. One day Megi aproaches a teenage he see's reading a old torn book under a tree. | What Megi did not see was that it was a book on Ghost Hunting. Hunting ghosts to send them back where they should be. Not that the living would know where souls actually need to go, but who is anyone to tell the human race they're wrong. | The boy in question--Jacob--was thoroughly absorbed in the reading. "In order to hunt ghosts, you must first learn to sense emotions. Okay, that doesn't sound too hard. Let me try that....focus....observe all...and I detect a feeling of curiosity!" | But curiosity can be a double edged sword.

hello, my name is ben. hello

Mega chuj tart? tylko ta aplikacj? i nie mam poj?cia czy si? uda to zrobi? poprawnie o gdybym mia? wybór to najch?tniej napisa?bym ma?o znaków ale musz?

"Well that was close," Mary thought as a baseball whizzed by her head. | Surely Mary began to feel lucky , she had just got her hair done for the dance that night. | As she threw the ball back, it ignited. | The ball appeared to pick up speed as it disappeared from sight, travelling into the sky. Mary felt different. Stronger. Throwing the ball into space was almost effortless. Her parents told her their family was different, but they didn't say how.