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  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Tic Tock went the steady rythm of the clock on the wall as the day ran on in to the night. In a place with no life after the doors did close and everyone it seemed there was still life that anyone saw. <br />On the shelves things did so move and play in the night&#039;s moon light.<br />But one on a shelf did not for the longest time, laying still as death there on a shelf it lay in the back room where the moons gifting light could not go. <br />Laid there a toy maybe?<br />Or someone&#039;s dream?<br />Who ever would know?<br />As time past and the world did change this little thing did as well, here and there a piece or two then back on the shelf till who knows when.<br />Now they say the moon&#039;s rays are magic, yes? A splended light that wakes up things with a soothing kiss. But for ages past and ages more this little thing lay there, in the darkest room on the highest shelf, hidden away so none would see. <br />But one day a window did break in the darkest room and the shelf was cleared to be used to cover that hole.<br />So this little thing was placed down low on another shelf for the time. With things and stuff and dohickeys galore.<br />And as the day gave way to night the moon&#039;s light shined down on the world and as the other things touched by the moon&#039;s light lived in the night whether the moon was there or not. Gifted long before this night they lived and knew of the world out there.<br />And slowly the moon&#039;s light crept along the floor and up a wall until finally the little thing on the shelf was kissed by the moon&#039;s light.<br />At first she did blink.<br />Then a another blink as she looked around.<br />A sneeze she gave from the dust in the air as she moved.<br />She looked at herself and now unsure as she saw herself for the very first time.<br />What am I? She did think. <br />Who could I be? She did think.<br />Looking around for the distant sounds she could hear, but only she was sitting there. All alone on that shelf she sat and did wonder. <br />I wake and remember not who I am.<br /><br />I look at my self and nothing matches.<br />&nbsp;<br />One arm I have metal of brass it is.<br />&nbsp;<br />The other is gone nothing there at all.<br /><br />No two matching legs do I have.<br />&nbsp;<br />One leg shinny bright and cold.<br /><br />The other soft with fur and warm.<br /><br />What am I .... ?<br /><br />Some hobby to someone? <br /><br />A toy to play with? <br /><br />I remember not who I am.<br /><br />Who or what am I.<br />So time did pass on that shelf for her. Alone night after night till the dawn light came. Time from time taken down tinkered with and then set back down. <br />All alone on that shelf she did sit, night after night all the same. She could hear the sounds in the far away lands playing and merriment they sounded so glee.<br />But night after night was all the same, so she sat and sat as time went by she would whimper and weep and say again.<br />I wake and remember not who I am.<br /><br />I look at my self and nothing matches. <br /><br />One arm I have metal of brass it is. <br /><br />The other is gone nothing there at all<br /><br />No two matching legs do I have. <br /><br />One leg shinny bright and cold.<br /><br />The other soft with fur and warm.<br /><br />What am I .... ?<br /><br />Some hobby to some one? <br /><br />A toy to play with? <br /><br />I remember not who I am.<br /><br />Who or what am I.<br />But this time she whimpered and cried.<br />I don&#039;t want to be alone.................<br />She sat there and whimpered and cried softly, knowing only the silent world around her and the distant sounds in what seemed worlds away. She looked up towards the distant sounds and sighed then softly whispered.<br />Who or what am I?.......<br />Just then the faintest of sounds came from the shadows. From them a creature wearing a white hooded cloak steped forward from the shadows, with a smile hidden on his fox face says holding out a hand,<br />&nbsp;Would you like to find out?<br />Slowly with her one hand, she reached out taking his. and whimpered<br />Yes....<br /></span>",
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