The Brain, a Crest, and a Baffling Mystery

Don't read this!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!
Wow. You're as stubborn as a mule. If you really want to read this, then fine. But don't say I didn't warn you.

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HA! That was in CODE!
Oh, alright, I might as well tell you the story.
But before I begin, let me tell you one thing: This story is all about the brain. The brain is full of mysteries. How do we dream? How do we think? All these questions haven't been answered yet.
So let's begin the madness.

At xx:xx, a boy walked down xxxxx xxxxx Lane, in xxxx, xxxxxxx.
The xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx=10:00, Misty Ridge, Bonn, Germany.
His name was Hans.
Bored and exhausted after a long day at school, he walked to his street.
Then he walked in his house.
Rewind: He saw police cars and fire trucks around his home.
"What the-?..." he thought. Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed him. Startled, he turned around. Then he saw Them. He couldn't see their faces. But he saw Them.
Hans was whisked away in a heartbeat.

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The Burning Snow

This is a horror story.

The Burning Snow:

It was a cold, cold night. Michael was a person who lived in a cabin in the wilderness of Siberia. He was often horrified when he heard a ghost story. This is one story he heard:

On a cold, bitter night, a girl ran through the Wilderness. Her mother abandoned her and her father died. Her name was Ana.
Eventually she was so overcome in grief she became insane. Ana was close to committing suicide but then thought-"Everyone must have to live like this! I hate my life! I HATE IT!"
And she became a Skitzelfranic killer. Ana grew up to be a murderer.
One day, realizing her wrong doings, Ana jumped off a mountain. That was how she died.
People say that they see a girl trudging through the snow. Trudging. Trudging. Trudging.

Of course, it was only a story. Or was it?
Michael returned home after school. Something fell over him. Micheal turned-
Oh no.
There were a bunch of bones-and they were set on fire. But that was impossible! There was snow everywhere! He was lucky they didn't burn him.
Wait- The bones had fallen off of a-a-a mountain. Just like-
Uh-oh. These were the bones of Ana.

To be continued...

The Hidden Identity

Where am I?
Who am I?
How did I get here?
When did I get here?
What is happening?!

I woke up only to find myself in an interrogation room. How...wha...?
A man steps up. "Who are you?"
Trembling, I told him that I honestly didn't know. "Pah!" He slaps me in the face, and blood pours out of my nose.
"He took it! I know he did! The secret to the next step of our society is stolen!"
HUH?!
"I didn't take anything!" I cried! "I don't know who I am or how I got here!" The man seems quite angry.
Suddenly, I realize something-the only chance of escape is in your instincts!
I look around. I am tied up in a chair-along with a little girl. She winks.
She has a cell phone. "Here," she says, obviously pretending to be afraid. The man picks it up-Only then do I realize that there is a strange slot in the phone, holding something-something...
It's a bomb.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The girl reveals she was wearing gloves. She pulls her hand free from the ropes, and unties me. There is a deadly fire spreading across the place.
Suddenly, I remember everything. My name is Kyle, I was kidnapped and brought here to the Emporium, a place where they hypnotize people and force them to commit terrorist attacks, all for money. Unfortunately, they didn't hypnotize me properly. I woke up with amnesia. They wanted a few files that revealed what they had done, and if the police and the FBI knew-they would destroy the society. Luckily, the hypnotism didn't last long.
And I had those files.
The burning Emporium was heating up. I recognize the girl-her name is Ana, and she was my partner.
Suddenly she jumps out the window on the highest floor, a parachute streaming behind her. I jumped after Ana.
Police come. I reveal what happened and I gave them the file. The Emporium is destroyed, and all is well. The end.

Dragons

In that last story, I didn't finish. I want YOU to finish it.
In the meantime, here is a legend about Dragons.

There was once a noble Dragon King. He had two sons.
One day...he died. One of the children, Stargazer, followed his father. The only heir to the throne was Firrvar.
No one liked Firrvar. In fact, no one wanted him to be king. Why? Because he was evil, and the reason why was because of bitter memories of childhood past.
So Merlin, son of the Allur and child of a pious woman, decided to put a sword in a blacksmiths anvil. Whoever could dismantle the sword from the stone could be king.
But even Merlin was corrupted. For he had made sure, due to his magic, that Arthur Pendragon and not Firvarr, would successfully remove the sword. Arthur Pendragon was made king. Everyone treated him like a hero. But King Arthur was murdered by Firvarr. And Firvarr destroyed humanity itself.
Some thought Firvarr died. Others, however, know the truth.
But that's another story.

Don't Tell Anyone: You May Trust No One

This is a story I've been longing to tell.

DON'T READ BEYOND THIS POINT

Great. You're reading beyond that point. The world is cruel. But something even more deadly awaits three children.

"How much farther do you have to drive?" Marty asked the taxi driver. "Oh, not much farther. We're almost there."
Marty's big sister, Jennifer, and their baby sister wondered. Where could they be possibly be going?
Their parents had put them in a taxi and they were to drive off to the bank. But whe

A Spine Chilling Tale for HALLOWEEN!!!

Just try not to Poke the Eye!!!

Once, there was an old, old legend, dating back to medieval times. His name: VLAD THE IMPALER.
As the story goes, Vlad was very mentally mad in the brain-in other words, he was crazy.
Before he was pushed out of a tower down to his doom, one eye was poked out, and now, centuries later, kids play a game.
It's called "Don't touch the Eye!" In it, a gigantic eye is placed on the floor. Thirteen kids-or just one 13 year old-start chanting:

O Vlad, Vlad, Vlad,
Your death so sad,
Just try not to poke the eye!
Die Die Die!

O Vlad, Vlad, Vlad,
Your death so sad,
Just try not to poke the eye!
Die Die Die!

Everyone begins hitting the eye.
That is when something weird happens....
A boy named Fifer did the same thing. On that day, he disappeared...Police thought about the legend and went to Europe. In the very same tower Vlad was pushed out of, a boy very familiar was seen...And he had only one eye. The strangest thing was that a skeleton was right next to the boy's body, and even stranger-He was smiling and held a knife in his hand.
Was it a practical joke staged by a riotous lunatic?
I think not.

Headlines on the Faery Newspaper: RANE ISN'T CAPTURED YET, BUT THE ALLIANCE ALMOST CAUGHT HIM!!!

Rane Isn't Captured Yet, But The Alliance Almost Caught Him!!!

Source from: Brutus Ulondr Jabez Ferimin and Kyle

Summarized by: Kyle

The faeries are on a desperate chase.

The Alliance has been trying to find Rane, but no luck so far! However, the Alliance found a clue:

The journey of Mordecai, Round table, I see, "raft he, Tai Lans; we're there."

Now listen to the translation of the code that the Alliance found:

The journey of Mordecai, Round table, I see, "raft he, Tai Lans; we're there."

Without the extra letters, the message reads: Cairo is the answer.

Someone is trying to help us. Who is it and why?

In the meantime, all faeries went to Egypt's capitol city. Loads of pyramids stood out, but this was the strangest.

It stood out because it had an ancient air around it, a strange, misty swirl in the universe...

Going in the pyramid, I saw Anubis. The carsophagus sort of creeped me out (And not many things do!) "Hello, Anubis," Ferimin said. He swung the carsophagus open, and out came a mist.

"WWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" the mist groaned, twisting and jerking into a shape. Slowly, we all saw the Egyptian dog god. "WHO DARES TO INTERRUPT MY PEACEFUL SLUM-Oh, it's you, Ferimin-and your friend, Kyle," and he stopped there and glared at me, with a wierd crooked smile, with a vengeful edge to it.

Where had I seen that smile before?

Then I realized something I should've thought of earlier-HOW DID ANUBIS KNOW MY NAME??!!

I was astounded Ferimin hadn't paid attention to that little detail. So I walked up to him and said, "What's your name?"

"Anubis, obviously."

"No. I mean your real name."

Anubis cackled then and revealed his true form-

Rane.

Ferimin was astounded. I was amazed. Both of us were bamboozled. And now we were in BIG trouble.

As we had been walking, Anubis led us into a trap-and pushed us into a tomb.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Rane cackled.

"HEEELP!" both of us cried.

Rane walked away.

We were gonna be trapped forever.

Wait- was there a way out?

I saw the hieroglyphs. Maybe, I thought, just maybe...

Aha! We could get out!

I got out an egyptian hieroglyph translator.

"Horus?" I thought. "The wall says, 'The Eye of Horus will guide you out, The Eye of Betrayal will guide you to death.' Then it repeats."

My eyes widened. I saw Ferimin gazing at the sarcophagus, but I changed his gaze. "Hey! This isn't even a tomb at all!" Ferimin perked up. "What do you mean?" Ferimin said. "I mean that this was a trap to lure robbers in! The Eye of Horus-Look at the sarcophagus. The left eyebrow furrows upward from the right-Horus's eyebrow furrows upward from the left. Look-the right eye is a match!!!"

We excitedly pushed on the right eye, and slowly the carsophagus opened up-and we escaped!

Now we just had to locate Rane...

"Where do you think Rane is?" I asked Ferimin.

"I don't know. You know how Rane is greedy and wants to commit his life to crime-for reasons unknown-So..."

"What would be a perfect scheme to be a rich guy?" I asked.

"Hmmm," Ferimin said. "I think he would have to-Oh no!"

"What?" I asked eagerly.

"He might want to become pharoah! So he'll try to get him out of the way and get rid of his heirs! Then he'll marry a girl and take the form of the pharoah's son!"

I gasped. "Come on Ferimin! We've got to save Egypt!"

I ran up to palace. Using faery travel, we got past the door and hurried into the throne room. Just before they got married, we ran up to Rane.

Rane tried to use his magic, and succeeded. He did some repelling spell, and I flew back.

Again, Rane escaped. We informed the Alliance, and word leaked out.

So that was what happened. THE END