Once upon a time, back in the good ol' days when the bus fare only cost a twopence, back before them days before the great war, I walked down the road and stopped at Johnson's and met a friend...
"Jolly good, mate! I've got ter go now; I've got a date in the chippy. Cheerio!"
Back in the good ol' days when I was a lad just your age.
"Once upon a time...there was a dragon.....The end"
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
Jarmilanicoulasiscus stared deeply at the photo of his nemesis who he shall beat at the end of chapter 36, not moving his eyes away from the photo o his nemesis.
Daddy always said (insert some incredibly cliche platitude), and I (insert some "heartwarming" way in which the child takes these words to heart and does it literally).
Most children's novels that seem to take place on ranches or farms or some sort of rural area. Truefax.
turning plum red, I snatched for my lunchbox and was simply kicked in the head by mean, old, nasy, rude, pig-headed, snot-faced Ryan Bryan Cryian Fyrian Tryian Guldfroom because he is simple minded and really insecure because he was teased back int the third grade by Tall Ty Todd several times a week for having a big, poofy, and curly red afro, a hair cut like that was simply a no-no way back then in that small, cramped, but pretty two roomed school house made from thick red bricks with gray, goopy mortar that was slapped in between the bricks in two seconds flat, with tall deep brown planks nailed to the roof, and green interior walls because the school ran out of money in the middle of building it and all they had left was three jumbo grand sizes of forest green paint that was slapped onto the walls as quickly as the mortar was slapped between the bricks.
Man it took forever to write this. It's hard to write badly
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