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Week 15 Story: The Huntsman

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I spent my days wandering the woods, hunting for deer and boar. This was my livelihood, and with my rewards from my hunt, I provided for my lovely wife and young daughter. I dearly loved them both and did my best to care for them. One day, one of the king's messengers sent for me. I obliged to come forth, though I questioned why he would summon such a common huntsman as myself. I later learned that the queen had summoned me to do away with her step-child. She loathed the child greatly, for the child had grown to so beautiful that the queen's beauty paled in comparison. The queen bade me to lead her step-child, Snow-White, in the middle of the woods and take her heart out as a token of the treacherous deed. Now, I was reluctant at first, for I was unwilling to kill such a young and fair maiden. Still, the queen persisted, offering large amounts of gold and silver to me. Knowing that I should do well to support and care for my own family, I agreed to do her bidding. So, I l...

Week 14 Story: How I Got Outsmarted by a Mere Peasant

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I was but a little devil. I toiled under the earth's surface but could bear no more. I yearned for some fruits of the earth, so I went on about my journey to the surface. There I surface, upon a pile of hot coals, in a peasant's field, where I watched him work the soil. Here I lay in wait until he approached me. So, when the peasant finished with tending to his field, he began making his way home when he spotted me. Having peaked the peasant's curiosity, I patiently waited until he arrived. Upon his arrival, he asserted that I sit on top of a treasure. To his blunt assertion, I confirmed his suspicion, for I had brought with me a treasure of gold and silver to bribe him of some of the fruits of his hard labor. So, I extended my offer out to the peasant. For the next two years, he shall give me half of everything his field produced, and in return, I shall give him my treasure of riches. So, it was agreed that for the first year, I shall receive everything that grew abo...

Week 13 Story: The Sheriff of Nottingham

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I proudly served the King, and I revered him greatly. When word got out of the outlaw Robin Hood's meddling actions, I felt great need to bring him to justice. For years, I sent countless men to thwart him in his efforts and capture him. Alas, many have tried and all have failed. This is much to my demise, but the common folk have come to like the fellow, for he has protected their so-called best interests and rallied against the rich. So, it seems the law of the land has no meaning for I can not touch this Robin Hood. However, though I lacked in my ability to bring Robin Hood to justice, I can still enforce the law upon others. Such as the poor three squires I had captured two nights ago for killing one of the King's precious deer. Though, many wept within the walls of Nottingham for the poor fellows, I was stern in my punishment and upholding of the law. So, they would be punished to the same extent as the fate of the King's deer: death. Then, a seemingly poor soul ha...

Week 12 Story: The Sword in the Stone

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Long ago, I remember naught about my childhood. The faintest memory I retain is that of my family. Though they weren't my birth family, I regarded them highly as such. My father went by the name of Sir Ector. I was the foster-brother of his son, Sir Kay. Thus, we lived together quite happily. Now, Uther Pendragon had passed, and the whole of England had succumbed into much turmoil. Many Knights yearned to seize the throne, but none were deemed worthy. Yet, there came word of a challenge that whomever shall seize a sword from a stone in front of the Great Church in London shall be the rightful King. Upon hearing this, Sir Ector, Sir Kay, and myself made great haste to travel to London for the great challenge. Alas, Sir Kay begged me to travel back home to retrieve his sword, for he had left it the night before. So, I travelled back home as swiftly as I could to retrieve his sword. Upon reaching the home, I found the door locked, as my mother had left to witness the tournament. ...

Week 11 Story: A Ghost Story to Remember

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I am a proud Dakota in my village. I'm happily married to my beloved wife, and help support my father in his old age. In my village, there was word of a grave scaffold up on the nearby cliff. There, a Dakota was put to rest by his parents, who built the death lodge to honor him. One night, while my father's old friends were over sharing a smoke, I overheard their conversation. My father put forth the idea to venture out to the death scaffold and cut off the tent skins for robes. Hearing this, I jumped up into the room and expressed my utter dismay. I had much pity for the poor soul who rested there on the cliff, for his parents had nothing else to give him and left him on the death scaffold. My father persisted and his friends agreed to venture forth to the cliff to tear apart the skins for robes. Knowing I could not stop them, I reluctantly let them persist with their plan, watching them silently get up and leave into the night. Upon their absence, I immediately search aro...

Week 10 Story: The Terrible Fate of Papik

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My name is Papik, and I married a beautiful woman in my settlement. My wife had a brother who was skillful in hunting. So, I decided to go out with him so that we may hunt together. However, with every hunt, I came home with nothing, while my wife's brother came home with plenty of seals. With each passing hunt, I become increasingly more jealous and envious. So, one day while my wife's brother and I were out hunting, I plotted to rid myself of my great envy. My wife's brother was out on his kayak, hunting a group of black seals. I came up behind him in my own kayak, harpoon in hand and ready to strike its target. Instead of striking one of the seals in the group, my harpoon found its target in the side of my wife's brother. He let out a cry of pain and looked at me with his tearful eyes. I pulled upon the line of my harpoon, overturning him from his kayak and into the freezing waters. So, I watched as his life slowly left his body and made my way back home to my wi...

Week 9 Story: How I Came to Be The Monkey King

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Since the beginning of time, I bided my time. I had no consciousness or any emotions. Yet, I was here on earth. With each passing year, I could feel my strength growing immensely. One day, my strength overcame the shell that encased me, and I was born. I emerged from my stone prison, taking in the world around me with my newfound senses. I looked over my features, realizing that I was an ape. Gradually, I learned to walk and leap. I learned to drink of the plentiful springs on the island and eat from the fields of fruits. So, on this happy little island, I flourished. I grew from a little monkey into a strong ape. I learned to befriend the other apes on the island and made merry with them with each passing day. One day, we happened upon a waterfall that crashed down from atop a tall cliff. The other apes proclaimed a challenge that whomever shall pass through the waterfall without harm shall be king. Now, I, having been born of supernatural power, came forth at once and proclaime...

Week 7 Story: The Fate of Tamatori

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I lived in a time where divine beings and mystical creatures still roamed the earth. I've seen mortal men partake in quests against sacred creatures and end in either conquest or vanquish. Yet, upon the vanquish of my own ruling Empress with the lost of the Jewel of Heart's Desire, she took out her anguish upon my love. I am but a simple fisher-maid. Yet, my heart yearns for that of the Prime Minister, Takeuchi. It pained me greatly to see him to such turmoil. I felt his sadness and disgrace from afar, as I dared not approach him. Yet, I desired to be wed to him, but I knew this could not be. It just so happened that one night while I was dwelling there by the shore, I saw a figure off in the distance. I realized who this silhouette belonged to the moment I cast my eyes upon it, for I have watched Takeuchi from afar for what seemed like an eternity. Quickly, I scurried towards the cliff upon which my love traversed, hiding in the shadows as I went. I watched as Takeuchi n...

Week 6 Story: The Tale of Aladdin

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Growing up, I never had a care in the world. Sure I was poor, but I played all day long in the streets. Though my father passed from grieving over my playful activities, I remained unwavering from my ways.  Then one day, as I was frolicking in the streets as usual, a stranger approached me. He claimed to be my long-lost uncle, and I was utterly astonished. I ran home immediately to tell my mother and made preparations for supper for his presence. The stranger made himself at home and kissed the place where my father once sat. The next day, my uncle bought me a fine suit of clothes and merchandise, which made my mother ever so happy. The following day, we ventured outside the city gates until we came to two mountains  divided by a narrow valley. My uncle stopped us and bid me to start kindling a fire. So I gathered up sticks and started a fire. He then pulls out some fine powder and spreads it over the fire. I felt the earth shake, and it opened right in front of me, rev...

Week 5 Story: The Tale of Professor Emeritus

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Once upon a time, there was a great professor who was revered by all students and faculty. He was known as Professor Emeritus, the very best in his field and respected by all. In order to pass on his many years of wisdom, he took on a professorship at a prestigious university. At this university, he hired several graduate students to aid him in renovating his office to house his many papers and exams for his classes. However, one of his graduate students, cunning as he was, deliberately left a few bricks without plaster behind the great bookcase in the office. It chanced that when the professor had settled into his new office and filled it with his many papers and exams, the graduate student who had left a few bricks without plaster in the wall was set to graduate. So, he told of his doing to two younger students, both of whom were still in their undergraduate studies. When the graduate student had since graduated from the university, the two younger students plotted to exploit t...

Week 4 Story: The Crazy Neighbors, Brutus, and the Roaring Rapids

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Excited to start his new job, John left his house pushing his new-to-him hot dog cart with a skip in his step. High school was rough, and a little extra money never hurt as he wanted to start saving for a new car. John was looking forward to his first day on the job and making some money for himself. However, his first day would not come to pass without turmoil. Pushing his cart through a suburban neighborhood, he sold hot dogs to children and parents who were all outside basking in the summer sun. All was well, and he was making money. Then, he happened upon a house that was crowded with people on the front lawn. John saw the opportunity for sales and started to approach the house. As he came within earshot of the neighbors, he overheard parts of one of the couple's conversation. "Why don't you just leave then, Martha?! Why do you even need me?" "Maybe I will, Marcus! I'll just be whisked off my feet by that passing hot dog seller!" Fearing the ...

Week 3 Story: How the War with Oklahoma State Began

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Once upon a time, there was a King of Oklahoma who had a beautiful daughter named Teresa. So beautiful was this maiden there was not a lad in the entire state of Oklahoma whom did not wish to hold her hand in marriage. Alas, the great King of Oklahoma made all the men swear an oath. An oath they all swore to be good friends with the maiden's suitor. An oath they all swore to protect the maiden at all costs, else she be stolen away from her suitor. The fair maiden Teresa chose a suitor whose name was Boomer, brother of Sooner, who reigned over the province of Norman. Years later, the maiden's father passed away, and her husband now became the new King of Oklahoma. All was well with their marriage until a young man came along into the province. His name was Pete, and ruled over the province of Stillwater. Overwhelmed by the Queen Teresa's beauty, Pete carried her off in the night, back towards his home of Stillwater. Overcome with rage, Boomer and Sooner traveled throug...

Week 2 Story: The Ghost of Felgar Hall, Janitor, and Robber

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Once upon a time, as Felgar Hall was first being built, a terrible accident happened in the basement. A concrete pillar came crashing down and a foreman was crushed. In the coming months, the construction team decided to continue on with the building process, paving over the foreman's crushed body. His body became entombed in Room 114, buried deep within the basement of Felgar Hall. One night, as a janitor was mopping the dirty floors, he heard mumbling emanating from the door of Room 114. As he came up to the window in the door, he saw the ghost of the foreman from all those years ago. The ghost begged to be let out of his tomb that is Room 114. The Room had never been opened ever since it was sealed back all those years ago. He craved to be set free of his prison. The janitor, weary of what would happen if he set the ghost free, hesitated to open the door. The ghost assured him that no harm would befall upon him. The janitor, still hesitant, fumbled at the doorknob and opened...