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| Prompt #9: Write your own urban myth to explain a mysterious phenomena, establish a legend, or just plain scare your reader. Well, it happened one afternoon. I was in my study reading and sometime caught my eye. Hard to explain but it seem as if something passed by me but I could not tell what that something was. I just felt it; light the fast swish of movement. I decided to dismiss the whole think. After all I was reading a mystery so maybe my imagination was getting the best of me. A few minutes later, again I experienced the same feeling. So, this time, I put down my book and decided to sit still and focus on nothing but what may be. Once again, it happened but my focus did nothing to help me understand what I just witnessed. I decided maybe my eyes had too much of the words on the page of my book so I needed to get away from it all. I took a walk. Hours later, still curious of what was going on, I went back to my study. Funny thing my book I was reading was gone. I looked and looked but it was no where. How could my book disappear. No one else lives in the house with me. Just then, I had that feeling again. I heard a light swish and then I noticed my book was back where I left it. And then, it appeared. A small little man, or elf, no more than two feet tall was standing looking at me. I froze in my tracks. He smiled at me. I just staired. He said "Hi" is the most unusual voice. I found myself opening my mouth and saying "Hi" back. I said to myself, out loud, this cannot be happening. And, he said back, "But it is. I am Freddy. I am sorry I scared you. I am sorry I am so small. I had to hide somewhere because I am so afraid I will get stepped on." You see, I am your neighbor, Freddy Jones, from down the street and I was experimenting in my basement and I ended up spilling my potion on myself and before I knew it I started strinking. He I am!" "Oh my God you poor thing. Do you have a receipt to reverse what happen?" "Yes, ............... IN PROGRESS>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> |
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