The Spirit

The Spirit

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It was a cold dark night... know one knew what was bound to happen, but when the full moon came, and when everyone was asleep this spirit would come to life and it would soon change for everyone. "Hey, um I-I think t-theres something out there." I said in a shy voice. " Its just a shadow. Go back to sleep.." Night said. "No. I really think there's something out there!! look!! come on look!!!" I yelled until she came over to see what was sitting there out of their window. " What the hell?! its like.. a wolf thing!? LETS GO CHECK IT OUT!!" Night said running to the door. " NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!! I CANT OUT THERE!!"
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On a frigid and blustery October evening, the radiant moon cast its glow upon a solitary willow tree, perched atop a hill. Beneath the tree sat a mysterious man, clutching a large, worn storybook. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a child, no more than 10 to 13 years old, wandering aimlessly nearby. With a welcoming gesture, the man motioned the child over to him. "Why are you out here all alone on such a freezing night?" he inquired with concern. The child merely shrugged in response. The man sighed and reached out his hand, offering it to the shivering youngster. Without hesitation, the little boy took hold of the man's hand and they made their way over to the willow tree where a cozy fire was already burning. "Here you are, little one," the man said gently. "Let's get you nice and warm." Seated by the fire, the child's eyes were drawn to the book resting against the tree. With a pointed finger, he indicated his desire for a story. The man smiled kindly. "Well then, let's dive into some tales, shall we?"

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