A sporking of my own writing :D
When I was about eight years old, I got a blank book for Christmas. I used it to write a book about a princess who dreams that she's a queen. Basically the entire plot of the book is what happens during her dream. I thought it was awesome when I was eight. Now I bring it out when I want a good laugh, because NOTHING makes any sense in this book
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Chapters 2 and 3 are basically Quiarilla Eats A Bunch Of Stuff And Exposits On Her Entire Menu For The Day, And Also Plays Outside Some In What Was Pretty Much My Backyard When I Was A Kid. Pretty much everything she eats is stuff I ate as a kid, as well. A sampling:
From chapter 2:
"lasanya (sic), green beans, peaches, rolls, of course, butterscotch pudding, and milk" (There's also an illustration with Quiarilla next to a bowl that says "Pudding" on it. The bowl is nearly as big as Qui herself. And then she wants more pudding. :/ )
From chapter 3:
Qui's breakfast: "French toast with extra butter and powdered sugar, orange juice, a danish roll, bacon, and milk" (I admit to still making my french toast like this)
Lunch: "Ham, cheese, and lettuce sandwiches, 'tater chips, must'rd, ma'naze, and french fries, and milk" (yes, I actually spelled "potato", "mustard", and "mayonnaise" like that. *hangs head in shame*)
Dinner: "Spaghetti, peaches, rolls, milk, and artichokes" (I'm surprised I didn't spell "spaghetti"
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