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#41voted by our readers
By LittleStorySparrow SILVER
Spokane, Washington

This story is for entertainment purposes only. This legend was one that I have made up, and, therefore, it is not a real myth/legend. But, after saying that, I still hope you read...
LittleStorySparrow SILVER, Spokane, Washington
8 articles 2 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life believing that it's stupid."
-Albert Einstein


#42 Fiction
By camilamedeles GOLD
Sacramento, California
camilamedeles GOLD, Sacramento, California
12 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It is not what the world holds for it is what you bring to it"-Anne

#43 Fiction
By abbieboyer BRONZE
Franklin, Wisconsin
abbieboyer BRONZE, Franklin, Wisconsin
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Kindness makes you the most beautiful person in the world, no matter what you look like."

#44 Fiction
By CloudRobot37 BRONZE
New Rochelle, New York
CloudRobot37 BRONZE, New Rochelle, New York
1 article 0 photos 1 comment
#45 Fiction
By 1127981 BRONZE
San Mateo, California
1127981 BRONZE, San Mateo, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Izydt SILVER, San Ramon, California
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#47 Fiction
jilliandani SILVER, Oil Springs, Kentucky
6 articles 1 photo 1 comment
EKMcCauley BRONZE, Martinez, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#49 Fiction
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses
I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.
Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves
I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.


If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away
my footprints would be pounded in the earth
eternal
If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one
our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.


Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge
the wind
Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own
Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel
its birthing roots
If freedom were the word-then I am coming
home.

#50 Fiction
By Anonymous