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Short Story-Bedtime Story

"Grandpa?"

My feet halted their slow journey to the door.

"Yes?" I turned around to face the boy.

"Can you tell me a story? I don't feel like sleeping yet?" The four year old had pulled out the face; the one that would coax me into giving him another cookie for his imaginary friend.

Sighing, I gave in without a fight. I started towards the bed, and sat on the end of it.

"Alright. Uhhh . . ." I was struggling to think of a story.

Oscar let out a yawn, indicating he was either bored of waiting, or getting sleepy.

"Once upon a time," I began, "there was a monster. This monster was big, and bad, and he tried to take over the world. It had a disguise; it pretended to be nice and warm, but really it would hurt people, and make them cry and do bad things." I looked over to see Oscar staring at me with wide eyes, engulfed in my story.

"Keep going." He encouraged.

"One day, the monster tried to rule the world. It tricked people and lied to them. Luckily there were knights who could fight the monster. The knights were brave, and they weren't scared of anything. The monster was too much of them though; it tricked the knights, like it tricked everyone else. The knights fell into the monster's trap, and when they finally got out, after a long time, they were mean, and cold hearted people. They promised to never fall into the monster's trap ever again. They also treated people badly, and made them cry at night."

Oscar let out another yawn, and I could see a wave of fatigue hit him.

"Do you know what the monster's name and the knights' names were?" I asked the boy, getting up and heading towards the door again.

"No."

When I reached the door, I turned around to answer. "The monster's name was Love, and the knights' names were Teenagers."

With that, I shut the door quietly behind me and continued down the hallway.