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There was a pink house in the middle of a forest, entirely made of chocolate and candies. The pink dining room was quiet. The walls were covered with pictures of a housewife in all stages of her life and hanged near tall cupboards. They were coloured pink as well. The light shined through pink coloured windows and shined on the boy and girl that were sitting beside each other, in huge pink biscuit chairs. In front of them, on the huge chocolate table were empty plates and cups, painted in the same pink color as the rest of the house. The wh...
Once upon a time, there was a tiny boy named Tim who was diligent in his prayers. He prayed every night before sleep and often asked favours from God; more than often would be true. He had a very good reason: he described himself and felt as helpless little boy in a huge, cruel world and thought the only one who could help him was the almighty God himself. He asked God all sorts of questions and favours, knowing that God understands him and feels sympathy for his misfortunes. God hadn't answered his prayers yet, but he wasn't mad at God. Tim...
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The street was crowded with people going home from work, and everything was relatively calm, until a man interrupted the crowd. He was tall, middle-aged, and wearing an old, worn and red jacket. He was running down the street and pushing people aside, until he noticed a police officer. He removed his hat and turned around, but he changed his mind. He ran toward the policeman, waving: "It's great that I've noticed you.", he shouted. "You have to help me. I think someone is trying to rob my warehouse." The policeman looked at him. “I didn’t wa...
After a long drive, he stopped in front of a damaged, rusty sign that said “Gossip Town.” The navigation had stopped giving him meaningful information few days before, so he had to use an old map. He placed the map on the passenger seat and looked at the town in the middle of nowhere, which seemed as if it was built around a local circus from old scrapes. "What should I tell him?", he said. "Small town, or better: a mixture of different styles of architecture and grotesque gargoyles that lie around, combined with fairy-tale houses and crooke...
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