Short Stories

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There was a little boy who wanted to go out side and play but is mother would not let him. She said,"Tommy it is to cold out there today, maybe tomorrow." Tommy did not put up a fight or argue with his mother he just said, "Yes, mother your right. He went up to his room and set by the window and wandered about a warm place to play.

Tommy fell asleep by his window and dreamed about this beautiful warm place. The palce was called Planet Warm. There were tall, tall trees. The trees were so tall they touched the deep blue sky. The sand was sprakly with little white shells.

Tommy set down to feel the warm sand in his hands, he had never felt warm sand before. He has never seen sand like this before too. He just was in Aw about the place. Tommy liked this planet because he could play outside and not have to ware a coat, gloves, hat or shoes. Even if he wanted to, he did not have to weare a coat, gloves, a hat or shoes. He liked that idea because he has never felt sand between his toes before. He ran for hours with no shoes on. He liked the way the sand felt between his toes and his fingers. As he was laying there on the sand he flet a warm brezze on his face. He did not know what to think about the warm air becasue he never flet warm air. It has always been cold. He liked the fill of the air. He wanted the brezze to come back and it did. He wanted to stay there forever.

Then out of nowhere he heard a voice in the distance calling his name, but he could not see any one. Who was calling him? He wandered the voice sounded filimar to him. But, Who could it be? He laid there for a few more mintues and he heard the voice agian. That time he knew who it was. It was his mother calling him to eat. She called out again and he woke up shivering and wanting to go back to that warm place.

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