My storys

Lol. This is the cause of me playing violent games when i was little. ._.

This was done in third grade as a homework assignment.

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Now for this year, i made this for a "Cinderalla Story" assignment and changed the "Cinderalla" part.
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Cinderella Story


Ben was a normal fourteen year old boy, and he started hunting nine weeks ago. “Father Can I go hunting with you tomorrow?” He would usually answer yes every time I asked. “No.” he replied. “But why?” Ben said trying to keep the conversation going, because sometimes his father would not reply. “You are a disgrace in hunting, you can’t even kill a rabbit and it has been nine weeks!” He answered in a meaningful way. Ben ran outside as he was astonished for his father screaming that he was a disgrace, even though it was true. Ben and his embarrassed soul tripped over and fell into a dirt alley. A paper flew over his head, he caught it.

“What is this?”, he started talking to himself, “Hunters challenge, winner will be married to the Queen, for the king has sadly died yesterday.” He read out loud. “I will marry the queen.” He said and stood up.



Later in the evening, when Ben had returned home he told his father of the challenge. “There is no way I am even going to let you attempt this!”, he said being a parent, “You can’t even catch a rabbit and you expect to be able to complete a challenge of this?” Ben lashed out and grabbed his fathers’ gun, spun around then ran out the door to the forest where he usually goes hunting.

It was pitch black outside; Ben could not see a thing. He was walking across the grass and shrubs, with his hands out, and occasionally he would run into a tree trunk that he missed with his hands. Realizing of the danger he was in now, he started turning back then fell onto something—a lamp. A Genie rose out of the lamp and stared at Ben. Now he was feeling very small, lost in a huge forest, and a magical genie staring at him. “I give people their inner wish, and I will read yours now.” The genie declared then starting meditating, and pointed both his hands at Ben, but his eyes still closed.
Suddenly the genie disappeared, leaving Ben back into the loneliness of the forest. “Well that was a big help.” Ben said and continued walking on, but his gun feeled heavier then usual. Ben’s ears cocked up in frighten as a sound approached him. A cry of death washed over him, as he knew this sound. It was the sound of a panther.

]Ben ran and ran, nowhere to go, completely knocked out of his ability to see. He looked back, for no reason really, and then knocked his head into a tree. Dazed, his gun exploded with a roar. The trees shaked, the wind swooshed, and a dead panther fell on top of him. The ability to see in the dark came to him, now he knew the way back. He wrote marks on the trees he passed incase he would be able to see later.

"Your wishes have been granted.” The voice of the genie went off inside his head. Completely amazed of what just happened to him, he ran into the direction to where he found the paper. The next day, he was asleep in the edge of the forest, on a tree. He slumped over and fell off the tree, the dead panther on top of him. Ben pushed over the panther, grabbed it by its head, then ran back to where he found the paper.

Two long hours of searching he found it. Then read the bottom, “Bring your greatest catch to 3654 Hunting Road to enter into the contest, whoever has the most amazing catch will be married to the Queen.” He read out loud again. Arriving at Hunters Street, he turned in his panther, and then waited patiently to see what other people entered. Everyone else actually could only catch a rabbit or a dear for there greatest. He caught a glimpse of his fathers catch, it was a rabbit.
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One more now real quick. This was for.. forgot which assignment.

Hero Story

A shadow shot ran through the alleys in a blur. A voice cackled nearby, and a wall exploded in front of me. “He asks of a request.” The shadow said. “Who did”, I replied then turned back to where the wall exploded. The shadow was gone, except for the darkness of the room.



I put my mask on and said, “How do people always figure out my secrets?” Then a shadow came out of my body. “Attack and kill the other one.”

The shadow disappeared.



Three minutes later the Shadow returned. It entered my body, and a letter floated up toward my hand. I ripped open the envelope and read the words within.

“My Lord” is all that was written, I was a bit mad. I took out a black book from my pocket, and then chanted a few words. The letter made a faint color then returned back to the normal color. “How could there be no fingerprint?” I said in vain, “This is insane, how am I supposed to know this, Lord? And whose’ shadow could that be? I put on my mask then jumped up.



There was a strong blur on my face, and then I was somewhere else. A castle stood in front of me, reminding me of the words, “My Lord.”

The same shadow came back, at a haunting speed. I casted a spell to see it in slow motion, this one was different from my own shadow. Mine was a search-and-destroy shadow, with white eyes and wings it could kill its victims. This one was different... It had no eyes but fang-like claws were on its side, and it had glowing red horns.



It was very close now, and I could see more detail on it. On its face was a blood-red writing of My Lo---...



“Aaaahhh!” I screamed in pain as my shadow was getting forced out of my body.

Time seemed to go slowly, but this pain stayed at full speed. My shadow came out of my body; it looked as it was screeching to.



My shadow was my soul. If it came out I would be dead and long gone to meet this “My Lord.” I shot forward, to slow down the shadow extraction a bit, pulled out my book at a rapid pace and ripped it into pieces, then chanted thousands of words in a matter of seconds.



A black hole formed and was sucking and stretching me and the shadows.



I quickly chanted a spell by heart, and before I was torn to pieces I entered a portal. I was back in the room as before, but my mask and shadow were not there. I could feel no presence of anything anymore.

There was no book in my pocket, and when I picked up the letter the words were gone, but new ones were forming. “You have lost.”


Im in 7th grade and a bad writer. XD

You gotta be kidin' me that a awesome story!

can u read mine called u can run but you can't hide in the storys forum

but it's just the prolouge