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Let's write a fairy tale...one sentence each....

  1. leni sands profile image79
    leni sandsposted 7 years ago

    Once upon a time there lived a wise old man named Yaris who lived in the very deepest, darkest place in the woods, on a hillside in a place known as Whispering Winds Valley.

    1. Chaotic Chica profile image72
      Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Yaris cared very much for the beautiful snow white horses that made their home in those enchanted woods.

    2. Greek One profile image74
      Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      He launched a massive law suit against Toyota for naming a car after him without providing him with any royalties

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        klarawieckposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        LOL    I can't stop laughing! LOL

    3. miss_jkim profile image80
      miss_jkimposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      He loved this valley where the wind kept him company and kept the worries and troubles of the world far from him.

  2. Mighty Mom profile image87
    Mighty Momposted 7 years ago

    But the Toyota king did not allow dissent, so to teach old Yaris a lesson, he sent 10,000 legions of BP serfs to drill wells in the valley all around Yaris' cottage.

  3. Lisa HW profile image79
    Lisa HWposted 7 years ago

    ....and the king cast an evil spell on one horse, making one horse amidst the throngs of others, a horse destined to run 200 miles per hour over terrible terrain, without stopping - ever.  Somewhere far away, a princess was awaiting (pining away for, actually roll) Yaris' arrival on one of his white horses...

  4. Chaotic Chica profile image72
    Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years ago

    The horses were upset that their land was being destroyed and set out to destroy the evil corporation and their minions.

  5. Richard Craig profile image72
    Richard Craigposted 7 years ago

    From the powder blue skies, Mitsubishi's were gathering with their metal shields with windows in them so they could see the fear in their enemy's as they die.

  6. Shadesbreath profile image84
    Shadesbreathposted 7 years ago

    Habeas Forktongue, the god of dysfunction and dual plot-lines, reached down from the heavens and dusted the land with the Powder of Plurality, letting it fall upon the windswept valley in a glittering rain that blanketed the oil pools in prismatic radiance and speckled the snowy rumps of the horses like equine rainbow butt dandruff.

  7. worldgrandeur profile image64
    worldgrandeurposted 7 years ago

    And once again, he found himself alone on a hillside in a place known as Whispering Winds Valley.

    1. Greek One profile image74
      Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Which should not be confused with the more sparsely populated Passing Wind Valley in the other township

      1. Shadesbreath profile image84
        Shadesbreathposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        More people would live there, but the massive creature known as Peristalsis, an evil Fiber Beast from the netherlands, lumbered into the valley many decades ago and decimated the population with regularity.

        1. Greek One profile image74
          Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

          ... each Turdsday like clockwork he would descend into the bowels of the valley destroy the valley.. leaving nothing but chunks of vegetables in his wake

          1. Shadesbreath profile image84
            Shadesbreathposted 7 years agoin reply to this

            "Mmmm, corn," said Yaris one morning, fishing out a bright golden nugget floating in the creek that ran into his valley from the one just beyond.

            1. Greek One profile image74
              Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

              "I haven't had corn this good since I had that piece that descended from Uranis", the former astronaut thought to himself

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        klarawieckposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        LOL... I can't hold it... LOL That's too funny!!!

  8. worldgrandeur profile image64
    worldgrandeurposted 7 years ago

    Yet, that beast is so meek and fragile for he was a handsome price once upon a time! Cursed and alienated, he's been and still in search of his real existence, questioning the purpose of his nihilistic craving for freedom.

  9. LaMamaLoli profile image60
    LaMamaLoliposted 7 years ago

    And then he got really confused because he couldn't understand all these long words. So he sat down, looked up at the sky and started singing...

  10. ahorseback profile image69
    ahorsebackposted 7 years ago

    "oh the wispering winds ....oh the wispering winds,
    Oh the wispering winds they long to blow"
    But blow they may ....though ... they'll never know,
    How much hot air comes with the wispering winds."

    Thank you,Thank you.

  11. leni sands profile image79
    leni sandsposted 7 years ago

    One day, fed up with his lot, Yaris decided to leave the valley taking with him the best of his white horses, he spent 40 days and 40 nights searching for the happiness his mother always told hom lived beyond the valley.

    1. wildorangeflower profile image68
      wildorangeflowerposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      he rode the most beautiful horse he has and then follow through the course of the valley stopping and then resting, until he saw a lone house -- a beautiful house

      1. Greek One profile image74
        Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        made out of gingerbread

        1. wildorangeflower profile image68
          wildorangeflowerposted 7 years agoin reply to this

          LOL

  12. Chaotic Chica profile image72
    Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years ago

    The house was majestic in it's simplicity so much so that it took his breath away upon sight and caused the horses to kneel in respect for the wise and peaceful owner who had been expecting them with great joyful anticipation.

    1. Greek One profile image74
      Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      wearing a witch's hat, and calling the horse "Hansel"

  13. wildorangeflower profile image68
    wildorangeflowerposted 7 years ago

    He couldn't wait to meet the owners of the house. He knocked at the door and removed his hat, glancing at the surroundings of the majestic house. A beautiful lady opened the door and he was mesmerized!

    1. Greek One profile image74
      Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      for she was nude

      1. Lisa HW profile image79
        Lisa HWposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        No she wasn't.  mad  (Greek One heard the story wrong.  lol  )   She was wearing a beautiful, fairy, princess, dress and a crown.

    2. Chaotic Chica profile image72
      Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      She smiled sweetly as his stunned silence as she introduced herself in a voice soft enough to rival the fairest of fairies, "My name is Happiness, I have been expecting you, Yaris."

      1. Greek One profile image74
        Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        "How Much?" he asked.. and wondered to himself why his mother had know of, and spoken so highly of,this gingerbread brothel.

      2. Shadesbreath profile image84
        Shadesbreathposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        Happiness awaited his reply, but Yaris' jaw lay upon the ground, dropped there by the prowess of her plastic surgeon, the renowned Count De Botox.

        1. Greek One profile image74
          Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

          who would have known that the great surgeon would have given the beautiful young lady a penis and an adam's apple in error... or so the woman claimed

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            klarawieckposted 7 years agoin reply to this

            There you go talkin' bout penis again, Greek One! We gotta have a little chat, my friend!

  14. LeanMan profile image89
    LeanManposted 7 years ago

    Yaris stepped forward adjusting his blouse and skirt, the gentle wind ruffling his golden locks of newly transplanted hair..

  15. Chaotic Chica profile image72
    Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years ago

    Feeling dizzy and more than just a little bit off, Yaris stumbled to the opposite side of the sterile white room and stopped cold in his tracks as he caught a glimpsee of his unexpected reflection in the full-lentgh mirror standing tall in front of a padlocked brass door.

  16. Rishy Rich profile image76
    Rishy Richposted 7 years ago

    Out of nowhere, the God of war, Aries, made a fart so powerful towards the world that everyone including Yaris blasted out & the world broke down into millions of pieces, finishing everything...The End!!

    1. Greek One profile image74
      Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      ...and yet the life creating forces of his rival Testiclees, the Greek God of Sex, speilled forth upon the land and recreated everything just the way it was

    2. Chaotic Chica profile image72
      Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      At least until he decided to rebuild it-Monster Garage style-in five days!

  17. Rishy Rich profile image76
    Rishy Richposted 7 years ago

    And again Out of nowhere, the God of war, Aries, made a fart so powerful towards the world that everyone including Yaris blasted out & the world broke down into millions of pieces, finishing everything...The End!!

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    Surabhi Kauraposted 7 years ago

    The End was just Yaris's dream. The dream endeth.. and reality begineth... "Phew! What a terrible dream it was!", yaris said softly. He rolled his eyes and said to himself, "In a world of uncertainties the human mind succumbs to unexpected occurrences." Yaris got up from his bed and saw the moon, full in its glory, shines across a few gaps within the skyline, a palm tree protrudes across the horizon delicately decorated with starry bulbs that illuminate the outline of its form, the wind was blowing so fast... Subsequently, Yaris smiled and went back to his bed to finish his sleep.

  19. Chaotic Chica profile image72
    Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years ago

    Slowly, imperceptively, the welcoming dream started to refocus itself in his weary head until Yaris was once again standing in the Whispering Winds Valley looking around in approval and feeling comforted at once.

  20. Rishy Rich profile image76
    Rishy Richposted 7 years ago

    But alas, the dream got broken when again Out of nowhere, the God of war, Aries, made a fart so powerful towards the world that everyone including other Gods, Goddesses, all sorts of dreams & of course Yaris too blasted out & the universe broke down into millions of pieces, finishing everything...The End!!

    1. Chaotic Chica profile image72
      Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      You know, if you don't like this thread, you could just choose to ignore it instead of constantly trying to end it.

      1. Rishy Rich profile image76
        Rishy Richposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        what can I do, I want to write it but cant get anything else in my mind roll

        1. Chaotic Chica profile image72
          Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years agoin reply to this

          Try having Aries take some Beano! LOL smile

          1. Rishy Rich profile image76
            Rishy Richposted 7 years agoin reply to this

            I will try to convince him next time... but u knw how stubborn those war Gods are! wink

  21. lady_love158 profile image61
    lady_love158posted 7 years ago

    But was it really the end, or a new beginning? Time marches on and though the universe was in pieces and Yaris was destroyed the parts like seeds spread out into a new universe where once again matter coalesced from energy and Aphrodite scanned her new surroundings searching for the love that would bring forth a new chapter in this never ending story.

    1. Rishy Rich profile image76
      Rishy Richposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      But aphrodite - along with other Gods & life creating forces are told to get blasted in the last fart too roll

  22. leni sands profile image79
    leni sandsposted 7 years ago

    [You know reading through this from start to...well...so far...tells a lot about the writers we have here and with one or two of the writers some psychologists would have a field day.  I love the way the story has been transformed from blissful beauty to dark matter and how some of the writers try to return it to its former glory - it will be interesting to see how the story progresses if I leave it alone for another few days.]

  23. Chaotic Chica profile image72
    Chaotic Chicaposted 7 years ago

    The impossibly imperceptible seeds were sown by way of the universe's natural gravitational pull as the miracle of life began to emerge yet again as definitive proof that nothing can stand in the way of the cycle of life.

    1. sofs profile image85
      sofsposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Aphrodite smiled, a smile of hope lit up  her face, she was sure , love would be hers to find.

  24. Greek One profile image74
    Greek Oneposted 7 years ago

    and the lovely Goddess came across a bearded Russian writer who had a large manuscript that contained the following...

    "Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news."

    It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.

    All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:

    "If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer."

    "Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.

    "First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend's mind at rest," said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.

    "Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna. "You are staying the whole evening, I hope?"

    "And the fete at the English ambassador's? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there," said the prince. "My daughter is coming for me to take me there."

    "I thought today's fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome."

    "If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off," said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.

    "Don't tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev's dispatch? You know everything."

    "What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. "What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours."

    Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.

    In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:

    "Oh, don't speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one.... Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?... England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander's loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him.... And I don't believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!"

    She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.

    "I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?"

    "In a moment. A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?"

    "I shall be delighted to meet them," said the prince. "But tell me," he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, "is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature."

    Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.

    Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.

    "Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister," was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.

    As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna's face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.

    The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:

    "Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful."

    The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.

    "I often think," she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- "I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don't speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don't like him," she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. "Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don't deserve to have them."

    And she smiled her ecstatic smile.

    "I can't help it," said the prince. "Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity."

    "Don't joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves" (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), "he was mentioned at Her Majesty's and you were pitied...."

    The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.

    "What would you have me do?" he said at last. "You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them." He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.

    "And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with," said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.

    "I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can't be helped!"

    He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.

    "Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she asked. "They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don't feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya."

    Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.

    "Do you know," he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, "that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And," he went on after a pause, "what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?" Presently he added: "That's what we fathers have to put up with.... Is this princess of yours rich?"

    "Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed 'the King of Prussia.' He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov's and will be here tonight."

    "Listen, dear Annette," said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna's hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. "Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that's all I want."

    And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor's hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.

    "Attendez," said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, "I'll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski's wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my apprenticeship as old maid."

    ...

    1. lady_love158 profile image61
      lady_love158posted 7 years agoin reply to this

      That's a rather long sentence! heehee

  25. Sweetsusieg profile image83
    Sweetsusiegposted 7 years ago

    But Yaris never having seen a nude woman before, said "Look you have fur in your armpits"

    1. Greek One profile image74
      Greek Oneposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      that's just naughty

    2. Morgan F profile image59
      Morgan Fposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      ROFL big_smile

  26. Ben Evans profile image75
    Ben Evansposted 7 years ago

    The town barber aptly named the barberian always said, "hair today gone tomorrow.  The armpit thing shall be a thing of the past" snickering at his cleverness, he took the hair and threw it out the window not knowing that this was magical hair that grew like mad once it hit the soil.

    1. Ben Evans profile image75
      Ben Evansposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      The beast of burden standing outside was lifted as the hair grew.  A kid from a distance said, "Hey isn't that yak in the hair stock?".

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        Ben Evansposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        The bell rang as the mass of this bovine adventurer was pushed heavenward towards the clouds.

  27. ddsurfsca profile image75
    ddsurfscaposted 7 years ago

    First he looked to see where the bell was coming from, then he looked down and wished he hadn't.

    1. sofs profile image85
      sofsposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      It takes a lot to get this fairy tale going with  spanners in the works so many times,Never give Up!!

    2. Ben Evans profile image75
      Ben Evansposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Vertigo was once thought to be a cow-wardly affliction but the dizziness caused the boy to yak all the while the yak will soon be at the same height in this little livestockless world.

  28. LeanMan profile image89
    LeanManposted 7 years ago

    Yaris vanished into the fluffy white clouds..

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    Surabhi Kauraposted 7 years ago

    "Ah!" thought Yaris... "Again, I saw a horrible dream?" Poor Yaris went outside and sat under a tree.

    fixed it.. smile

    1. Rishy Rich profile image76
      Rishy Richposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      ...One sentence each.

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      Surabhi Kauraposted 7 years ago

      Thoughts were flowing in his mind, “Lonely hours are the best hours of life, because it’s the only time we share our deepest secrets with the most trusted person in the world - Ourselves", said Yaris.

    3. LeanMan profile image89
      LeanManposted 7 years ago

      Slapping himself firmly around the face and shouting "snap out of it", Yaris leapt to his feet grabbing his trusted AK47 in one hand and an extra clip of ammunition in the other.

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      Surabhi Kauraposted 7 years ago

      He finished his schooling; he was missing his family a lot and thought to visit his home, where his family lives and he went back to his hut, packed all of his clothes and catched the train on time at 6:30 AM.

    5. LeanMan profile image89
      LeanManposted 7 years ago

      The Ronald McDonald Revolutionary army (tooting branch), hijacked the train on which he was traveling, at least he had his AK..

    6. Ben Evans profile image75
      Ben Evansposted 7 years ago

      They were heading to trade Big Macs for ammunition and Yaris was caught up in this whole adventure.

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      Surabhi Kauraposted 7 years ago

      He sat in the train along with his auto text and wrote what he liked and viewed, it was cold and foggy, the crisp breeze that softly flows by compelled him to cover up in extra clothing and he leaned on the left side of his seat and thought about times he spent with his family.

    8. LeanMan profile image89
      LeanManposted 7 years ago

      He remembered fondly those family days when he kept watch as his parents partook of the "pipe" and his older sister took the "johns" to her room.

    9. Gypsy48 profile image76
      Gypsy48posted 7 years ago

      Yes, those were the good old days. Sadly his parents passed away and all he is left with is the "pipe" which he enjoys occasionally. Hasn't seen his sister in years. Heard she moved to Kentucky.

    10. LeanMan profile image89
      LeanManposted 7 years ago

      But back to reality and what was going on in the train, Yaris idly fingered the trigger of the AK as he watched those McDonalds Fundamentalists.

    11. Ben Evans profile image75
      Ben Evansposted 7 years ago

      Antsy was the only way you could describe Yaris because his normal ever steady composure was being tested by the smell of french fries as the train was steaming ever closer to Hamburg.

    12. Morgan F profile image59
      Morgan Fposted 7 years ago

      Suddenly, Yaris had a strong and terrible urge to go to the bathroom....looking around franticly, he saw that there wasn't any on the train!!

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      Surabhi Kauraposted 7 years ago

      He had a sweet nap and at last the train stopped at the station, he got up and came out from the train and said "Punjab! Punjab! where I was born and brought up nand whilst he was walking, he felt rain drops on his cheeks, it was pouring.

    14. ceciliabeltran profile image75
      ceciliabeltranposted 7 years ago

      The a snake snuck up from behind him and sheltered him from the rain. Yaris became the new Buddha from then on.

    15. Rishy Rich profile image76
      Rishy Richposted 7 years ago

      But a true Buddha needed to free himself from all earthly needs like fame, money, sex...unfortunately Yaris knew that he was still a pervert inside & decided to cut off his weenie in order to free himself from the lust for women.

    16. LeanMan profile image89
      LeanManposted 7 years ago

      However, once cut off the weenie took a life all of it's own, swelling to enormous size it went off to invade Tokyo..

    17. shazwellyn profile image57
      shazwellynposted 7 years ago

      The Psychologist looked up from his note pad, "ummm... it looks like you have a phallic obsession.  Now, tell me about your childhood"

    18. Rishy Rich profile image76
      Rishy Richposted 7 years ago

      Yaris burst into crying & started to reveal his mysterious agonizing childhood memories...

      "At that time I was only ten years old when a group of aliens (they call themselves: Annunaki)came in a flying saucer from the planet Nibiru...They abducted me & Sexually Abused me!!"

    19. shazwellyn profile image57
      shazwellynposted 7 years ago

      "Ummm.. an exestentialist fantasist - interesting.  Tell me, were you breast fed?" The psychologist asked.

    20. Rishy Rich profile image76
      Rishy Richposted 7 years ago

      No, I was adopted by a Gay couple...he answered.

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      Surabhi Kauraposted 7 years ago

      He saw some kids and joined their crowd and together, they ran and pranced around and splashed and laughed, he continued to his way to home.

    22. Rishy Rich profile image76
      Rishy Richposted 7 years ago

      His day dreaming came to a halt when the psychologist shouted at him to reveal his mysterious childhood memories.

      1. schoolgirlforreal profile image85
        schoolgirlforrealposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        Some of his memories were of being a bully to other children.  The psychologist asked who? He said it was he, and some others he couldn't name who fought everyday.
        She got a paddle out and gave it to him!

     
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