For as long as I can remember, I have told stories. My daughters love them, as they should. Who else's stories should be more revered than their mother's? But there is one little fairytale that captivates them everytime.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl who was loved by all who knew her. She had eyes as blue as a summer sky and a smile that could light up a room. This little girl... and the story would wax poetic things that girls dream of doing, like riding horses on the beach or walking a tightrope above the Grand Canyon.
Why do stories mesmerize us so? Is is that we are delivered to a different place while listening to a good story? I think so. And that is why I am compelled to write.
THE END
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl who was loved by all who knew her. She had eyes as blue as a summer sky and a smile that could light up a room. This little girl... and the story would wax poetic things that girls dream of doing, like riding horses on the beach or walking a tightrope above the Grand Canyon.
Why do stories mesmerize us so? Is is that we are delivered to a different place while listening to a good story? I think so. And that is why I am compelled to write.
THE END
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