The Princess and the Pumpkin

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  • Dedicated to Nicole Strickland
                                    

My friends and I wrote this together in seventh grade. It's a little bit ridiculous. Each paragraph was written by a different person, starting with me.

The door creaked eerily on it's hinges as the shadowy figure of a man passed slowly yet purposefully through it. he felt the wind blow in behind him. He closed the door and walked into the ancient mountain city. He tiptoed past the battle practice area to the elevator. He rode to the top of the building into the royal quarters. He opened the silent door of the princess's room and stepped forward.

"What on EARTH, do you want?" The princess said, annoyed. "This is the 17th time this week. GET A NEW HOBBY."

"I found you! Muahahahaha!" the scary man laughed evilly.

"Like O-M-G! AHHHH!" the princess shrieked. "Your not the pumpkin guy who likes to sneak in my room a lot!" The princess was now crying, but the man could see that she was faking the tears.

"Stop! You don't know who I am. I'm your father. I left you when you were only 5 months old. I came to say I love you and I've been watching you on tv. You are a very good princess."

The princess's eyes grew wide, like a deer in the headlights. "So THAT'S why I have such a big nose!"

"That's not my point."

"Why did you leave?"

"The dinner rolls were cold one evening."

It ends there. I'm not sure if there was ever more than that, or if we really did end it on that line. The world may never know.

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