Stories

The Master of halberd, the halberd belongs to him.
by janek205

[Way] too FEARful to even open my MOUTH to say <HELLO>, I look *down* at the ground.
by vms5q

If the temperature drops [way] *down*, I <fear> our FIELD of plants will turn to ICE.
by vms5q

The <YOUTHFUL> caterpillar, on its EIGHTh DAY of <LIFE>, with a <JOYFUL> <LUST> for <SPRING>'s ABUNDANCE, will [chew n]ew leaves," explains Julia.
by vms5q

"We MUST put the LID down. The INSECTs will only make <honey> for [mi] if left undisturbed," explains John.
by vms5q

"[Shoo]t, I ENJOY <ripe> pears <COOK>ed [over] the FIRE better than any PILL!" says Charlie.
by vms5q

Anyone <who> hides PILLs in their [shoe] ENJOYs them too much. Chalk it *up* to addiction.
by vms5q

TODAY John <MISS>es Megan. Ma[ny an] evening he <READ>s and <STUDY>s her letters, until he <REMEMBER>s every <IDEA> by HEART.
by vms5q

After defeating the army with LANCEs, John asks, "[Do an]y of you have a flag for marking this <segment> of land as ours?"
by vms5q

"I'll give you [one] <kiss> on the MOUTH," I say, *nodding my head down and up.* "But DO NOT tell any[one]!"
by vms5q

It took me MAN[Y] hours for the mice to <SHIFT> the pile of GRAINs *up* the hill. "[Eee]," squeaked one. "Now my limbs are sore!"
by vms5q

The PERSON who <REPRESENT>s the [dy]nasty for <generation>s SHOOTs the emperor with a spear, causing him to [die], John and Megan explain.
by vms5q