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Tiana the Beauty of France-4Chapter Four
"How dare she!" Gaston was enraged. "Who does that little yankee think she is?"
"Yeah, darn American woman!" Le Fou tried to cheer Gaston up. "Can I get you anything? Some ale?"
"It's no use! Nothing helps." Gaston sighed.
"Someone having lady troubles?"
Gaston looked up. Standing before him was a tall, slim made wearing all black. On his head was a fancy top hat with a red feather and he leaned on a cane. He smiled, showing a small gap between his teeth. There was something extremely familiar about him but Gaston couldn't put his finger on it.
"Hey, can't you see Gaston's in a funk?" Le Fou asked. "He's not taking any calls right now."
"Oh hush up little man," The stranger snapped her fingers and Le Fou fell silent. "Much better. Now I couldn't help over hearing your predicament. A little lady giving you some trouble?"
"Maybe." Gaston was sti
Grimville-Chp 1 aka Epic FailChapter One
In Which a Young Girl and Her Parents Get Stuck I n the Middle of Nowhere
Little Boy Blue was a good old car, despite his age. Still, he was old and when things get old, they tend to break. When it comes to old cars, they break down while youre driving.
Vivian watched from her sit as her father push their beaten down, baby blue Volkswagen bug closer to the gas station. It hadnt been a long way, just a few feet actually. Even though he was an elder, Little Boy Blue was still just as reliable. Vivian still felt a little sad that he was dying. He was like the brother she never had.
Vivian was an only child which was alright with her. She had the most loving parents who rarely scolded her because she always behaved. They gave her wonderful treats, took her fun places and let her stay up on the weekends. Since she was always good, her mother bragged to all h
Contest Entry"The last man on earth sat alone in a room.
There was a knock at the door."
His eyes opened. He glanced around his room, searching for the clock; in retrospect, it was rather silly for him to have a clock but old habits die hard. He managed to sit up. Rain water slid down the window pane, thunder bellowed in the background. Straining, he forced his ears to listen harder.
No, he wasnt hearing things. Someone was knocking at his door. He waited to see if whoever was there was going to try and knock again.
Carefully, he placed his feet on the floor. As quietly as he could, he made his way towards his bedroom door. The slightest creak made him jumpy; he had been alone for so long that he didnt want to scare his visitor. When was the last time he had ever interacted with someone? How old was? When no one celebrates your birthdays, you
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