Historias de Talltale

A story inspired by a girl I've fallen for

INTRODUCTION HOWDY, Y'ALL! I'M THE RIGHT HONORABLE RANTIN N. RAVEN-FAUX VI, MAYOR OF MYASSA. WELCOME TO MYASSA! PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE! SET YOURSELF DOWN AND MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME. WOULD YOU CARE FOR SOMETHING TO DRINK? SOME NICE WARM GERBIL OR BUTTOX MILK? A COOL SLICE OF PENGUIN MERINGUE PIE FROM THE HONEY-BAKED HAMSTER HALF HOUSE? HOW ABOUT SOMETHING SWEET? THE RIGHT HONORABLE SPOUSE JUST GOT HOME FROM MYASSA FUDGEPACKER'S #2 BACKDOOR OUTLET WITH CHOCOLATE AND FROM THE NO FOODS MARKET WITH SOME MUTANT GREEN TWINKIES. DON'T LET THE SPORADIC GUNFIRE PUT YOU OFF. WE SUPPORT THE SECOND AMENDMENT RIGHT TO BEAR FIRE ARMS. WITH THE WAY OUR GOVERNMENT IS HEADING, WE'RE GOING TO NEED OUR GUNS TO DEFEND OURSELVES FROM SUPPORTERS OF THE SECOND AMENDMENT. DID YOU SEE THE IMMENSE DAMAGE DONE BY HURRICANE IRMA AS YOU CAME INTO TOWN? NEITHER DID WE. WHAT A COLOSSALLY DISAPPOINTING UNHURRICANE! FEEL FREE TO WALK AROUND MYASSA. IT'S BEAUTIFUL THIS TIME OF YEAR, WITH THE BEGGAR LOUSE AND SAND SPUR CROPS IN BLOOM. BUT BE VERY CAREFUL TO KEEP MOVING IN THE MYASSA NATIONAL OLD GROWTH KUDZU FOREST. A LOT OF TOURISTS STOP TO LOOK AROUND AND ARE ENTWINED TO DEATH EVERY YEAR. PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I TEND TO MAYOR STUFF. ENJOY YOUR STAY.

" Will you please stop yapping your cushions and be quiet for once, " said Emily. " If you want me to stop "yapping" then can you get your butt off my face! Like, for real, you don't even know what its like to have a butt on your face," said Mackenzie the couch.

Aslan was captured by The White Witch, Susan, Peter, Lucy and Edmund thought she was dead but someone brought her back? Will this journey ever end

Hi everyone! This is going to be my first story so please enjoy. If you guys have any comments please feel free to leave some. I would love I hear from you guys!! Anyways, please enjoy!

Lanis Travelling through the medieval fantasy of Kenneth Shumaker's Quantos realm, in the royal city of Mount Oryn, we find Apprentice Artificer Lanis on her one-year walk-about for her Mage's University journeyman certification. Our heroine, Apprentice Artificer Lanis, is an attractive thirty-four-year-old Jalnoric human female who is trying to survive the year until her journeyman certification test at the Mage's University on Winter 80 Bear of the reign of King Dolan IV. For now, she has found a home as an assistant to Master Lenden, a master mage and multi-estate holder.

A story with heavy content; Inspired on the factor of the delirious effect of insane people concept of insane and outlast and etc. All based on a story of the insane asylum self made, based on friends and myself; Delirarium.

A foreigner in a very talkative Irish town recounts the tale of its most famous resident: Fergus Fingalberg. A Celtic-inspired folktale from RedWorld.

More adventures of the gang at Joe's Bar and Grill.

Look at the title for description. We were writing tall tales in class. Here is mine. Sort of. I guess.

the forbidden tale of two lovers there once waz a man boiling hot and filled with rage until he met a girl so cold and filled with kindness she was the only one who can quench his flames

This "book," or diary, was found on land, appeared to be burnt, and charred, it was thought it came from the sky, the diary translated using certain ciphers to decode the language the diary had, some things may or may not be translated horribly, but very commonly. This diary was way more then a diary, it showed that there truly were more out in space. -Made by Nathan, this book was supposed to be for fun, but turned into much, much more.

🪓Paul Bunyon unleashes Hell on Earth for humanity's crime of more or less forgetting about him.🐂

(Warning:Copy and Paste used) I do not own any of the following stories. Many of these tales can be found on the internet. I've recently added a creepypasta section in the back of the book.

ISSN 2371-3747 Episode 001 January 2016 Lanis By Kenneth Shumaker Episode 001, 'Home? Really!' Lanis Travelling through the medieval fantasy of Kenneth Shumaker's Quantos realm, in the royal city of Mount Oryn, we find Apprentice Artificer Lanis on her one-year walk-about for her Mage's University journeyman certification. Our heroine, Apprentice Artificer Lanis, is an attractive thirty-four-year-old Jalnoric human female who is trying to survive the year until her journeyman certification test at the Mage's University on Winter 80 Bear of the reign of King Dolan IV. For now, she has found a home as an assistant to Master Lenden, a master mage and multi-estate holder.

(THIS WAS PREVIOUSLY ON MY LAST PROFILE- I STILL HAVE COMPLETE OWNERSHIP! DO NOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ME STEALING THE BOOK!) BOOK FIVE OF THE SOULMATES SERIES When Ketch returns with Gabriel and (Y/n), who were presumed to be dead, Dean is given the opportunity to open the rift to find their mother and Jack. Meanwhile Sam tries all he can to figure out the story as to how (Y/n) is alive after nearly nine years of being dead. Only after the soulmates leave, Dean and Sam must put aside finding Mary and Jack as their number one priority and instead search for their little sister and the archangel. (I do not own Supernatural or (Y/n), the only thing I own is the not-really-romantic subplot.) Warning: This is an entire episode of Supernatural: Season 13 Episode 18 and Episode 20, so buckle up for the matching scenes and incredibly long chapters. Book One: Tall Tales Book Two: Mystery Spot Book Three: Changing Channels Book Four: Hammer of the Gods Book Five: Bring 'Em Back Alive & Unfinished Business Book Six: Beat The Devil & Exodus

These are stories that I had written with weird writing prompts

My name is Scarlett Rose. Have I always been such a paranoid, scared teen? Not really. A year ago I might have even considered myself a brave, valiant girl. That all changed once I moved to my new home in the mysterious city of Ellensburg, Washington. Scratch that, to my new inferno. I was perfectly fine where I'd previously lived. California was my version of a safe haven. The mansion I moved into is like no other that I've ever lived in. Sure, it's really nice, but there's something not quite right with it. Its creepy Gothic, Victorian Era structure and appearance makes it even less endearing to me. Did I forget to mention that this house belonged to a sick, demented, and sadistic freak that went on a rampage and tortured and killed a bunch of people? Gosh, I did, didn't I? This entire city seems to be hiding a sinister secret. The extremity of its folklore and myths has me tossing and turning in my bed at night, mulling over it all. And it seems that the person who holds the answers to my questions is the most mysterious of all. He's hell bent on keeping them from me, and I'm hell bent on attaining them. And I will get the information at any cost. Even if it's my life on the line.