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| Megan; blinefestiniog folk tale | |
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| dutchess | Aug 7 2006, 08:14 PM Post #1 |
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heres my first story on the board, hope you all enjoy it. Megan was about to turn 16, and she was going on holiday, she was so excited about going to!. . . .Blaenau Ffestiniog. . . . , oh well! it was still a holiday, she thought. the day when she was going to stay at this hotel in the small town, she got her hair all done up, she bought loads of new posh and trendy clothes, she was still very excited, even if it was just one night, and was in Blaenau Ffestiniog.... she arrived at the hotel and as she walked through the door, a strange painting caught her eye, it was a painting of a young girl,looking grumpy, with two long plaits. "its real hair" said the receptionist to megan. bewwildered, megan said"beg your pardon?" "its real hair, go touch it". so, not wanting to be rude megan walked up to the painting, put her hand out and touched the hair. It was so soft! "wow" megan awed "its so nice, what lovely hair, i was i had hair this nice" that night, she was lying in her hotel bed, four poster luxury room! and thought "mmm, lovely hair, i want it so much" and just on impulse reaction, she slid out of her bed and grabbed her scissors, sneaked downstairs, strode up to the painting and stroked the girls hair, and with one mighty SWISH! cut the girls hair clean off. Megan was pleased now that she had plaits , she looked around the room, and went back up the stairs, into her room, and clambered into her bed, stroked her new plaits, then dropped off into a deep sleep. . . "Give me my hair back" megan woke, and shuddered at the sound of someone speaking to her " i dont know what you mean." "give me my hair back!" "no! its my hair now!" "give, me, my, hair, back!" "NO ! your not real, your a dream!" "GIVE ME MY HAIR BACK OR I'LL SCREAM!" "fine then! scream! i dont care, its my hair now!" megan whimpered, now in tears the little girl fell silent, megan closed her eyes "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" the whole hotel was woken, the manager rushed to megans room, only to find a torn bed, but no megan. they looked everywhere, in the hills, caves, shops, houses, but megan was nowhere to be found. That hotel is now boarded up. but people say that the painting is still there. on thje wall in reception, and the girls face, it looks alot like megans.
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