Me please!

May I have one?

Arise, fair thread!

Ill take one :)

DAISY
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she was not a girl, nor a flower. the wind pushed her violently, yet comforting, the morning dew gently settled on her petals and she thought this is amazing, I wish I never had to leave. she knew she could wish as long as she wanted, but she would never be fully a flower, nor human. As the sun started to peek up from behind the mountain, she quickly transformed back to her human transfigure. Her flowing hair whipped in the wind, she wore a bright yellow and orange top, with light blue jeans. she sighed and hurriedly walked back to her house. her annoying naighber, stood at the fence, clearly ready to questain what she was doing. I gust of wind blew her off her feet landing right in front of him. he stared at her strangly "How? the wind wasn't that strong," his voice was much quieter than usaul, like he was afriad she might be somekind of monster, she shook her head, unsure herself. he slowly backed away, terrafied, as she the tall beautiful girl started to shrink, smaller and smaller, untell all that was left,was a small bright yellow flower, that never died.

her name, was Daisy, and her wish, had finally come true.

Her wings fluttered wildly as she flipped the page, one more chapter, she kept telling herself, twenty chapters later, the book was over, and she wept, not of poor writing, but of losing one of the best books she had ever read, of course this was a sort of tradition she did whenever she finished a book. the only bad part is she got so emotial that her lushes giant owl wings seemed to flit in and out like an old DVD that was badly she seemed to be a hollagram going in and out of sight. she wans't bothered. she simply stroked the books cover, and remembered all the good times they had, the main charectar and their carless mistakes, almost getting everyone killed, ah, good times. she gently placed the book back into the self, her fingers seemed to guide her to a book she had never seened before, a book that seemed to glow in the meer moring light. Booksy Owl carefully picked it up, as if she were to rough it would disintagrate, once it was free of the musty bookself, it flipped itself open and glowed a bright golden. as if in a trance, Booksy lifted her finger, bringing it down on the glowing page, it seemed warm and in a blink of an eye, Booksy was IN the book, not just that one but all the ones she read before. All the charictars welcomed her with open arms, and booksy lived a littaral happaly ever after.

Me, please.

That was beautiful. *tear drops down cheek*

Thank you.  

Could I have one, please?

Give me one! I love these!

Me, please!

Can I have one plz? You r great!