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http://www.wordle.net/ this is fun stuff
and fairy tales
http://www.brown.edu/Courses/FR0133/Fairytale_Generator/gen.html
In the bowels of the valleys where I live the smell of anger comes in bouts. The smell rides down from the mountain sides on great horses wearing heavy armor and large blades; the smell drives at us with the sound of hooves pounding on soft valley soil. My father could scent this smell twenty-four hours before it came, but when he was hungry for something angry, to him the smell of war was everywhere. The day he left to find the source of the scent was the day he left me all alone.
From the mountainside I watched a giant crane fly down beside me and place two of its feathers onto my feet for flight.
After I took the needle from its place, I pryed my father's bones from the floor and put them in my satchel.
As soon as my parched, cracked lips touched the cool water of the clear spring, my tongue began to hungrily lap the coolness into my throat to fill my stomach, to fill my blood. The last time I had coughed with a wet throat or laughed with a satisfied stomach had been so long ago. The rushing of the waterfall that fed the spring I was drinking from drowned all sounds from my ears so that I was left in a world where all I need worry about is swallowing this fountain of nourishment. When I had had my fill, or as much as I could handle at the moment, I stood and viewed the paradise that surrounded me: the lush vegetation that yielded precious ruby apples and pears yellow with inviting ripeness.
All around me were luxuries I had never imagined I would live to consume.
Mother licked her fingers and placed them to my face, wiping the thick layer of dirt away. Then I truly began to look like my father's son, in form, face, and color.
From the mountainside I watched a giant crane fly down beside me and place two of its feathers onto my feet for flight.
After I took the needle from its place, I pryed my father's bones from the floor and put them in my satchel.
As soon as my parched, cracked lips touched the cool water of the clear spring, my tongue began to hungrily lap the coolness into my throat to fill my stomach, to fill my blood. The last time I had coughed with a wet throat or laughed with a satisfied stomach had been so long ago. The rushing of the waterfall that fed the spring I was drinking from drowned all sounds from my ears so that I was left in a world where all I need worry about is swallowing this fountain of nourishment. When I had had my fill, or as much as I could handle at the moment, I stood and viewed the paradise that surrounded me: the lush vegetation that yielded precious ruby apples and pears yellow with inviting ripeness.
All around me were luxuries I had never imagined I would live to consume.
Mother licked her fingers and placed them to my face, wiping the thick layer of dirt away. Then I truly began to look like my father's son, in form, face, and color.
ANAGRAMS!
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A Dander Raw Keenly Nix (my name)
Ace By Cleric (Bicycle Race)
It is better to fail in originality than to
succeed in imitation. -Herman Melville
(i copied this quote... fail?)
