Mini-Challenge #1 : Mad-Libs

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Mini-Challenge #1 : Mad-Libs

The word list can be found at the end of the story. My word choices are in bold. I also made the gender female. Enjoy!

Once upon a time, in a far away forest, there lived a smart demon hunter. She lived alone in a bookstore, where she had grown up with the deceased owner. She had beautiful toes, and she was known for her shiny red cape, the only thing she had left of her parents.

Alas, the duchess of the country became jealous and wanted to own this cape. So, she became a wanted person and had to flee into the forest to find a place to hide. After giggling around for hours, hungry and tired, she stumbled upon a lakeside. An old lady appeared, offering her shelter from the bitter cold.  She looked at her with morose and said: “I will protect you, but I need your help first. Years ago I lost something precious and I want it back. You need to climb into the sky and get my trumpet back. Here is a magical chicken wing, throw it into the earth, sprinkle with water and it will sprout a beanstalk. You have 18 days to return before the stalk withers.”

She followed the instructions given to her, and lo and behold, a beanstalk grew and grew and grew all the way up to the clouds. After an exhausting climb, she saw a huge Craftsman. She walked to the door and knocked. A soft voice said: “Fee-fi- fo-fum, who dares to come and enter my house?” She was not afraid and said: “My name is Jamie and I’ve come to collect an item.”

The door made an echoing sound when it opened and revealed a large closet filled with golden marbles.  She stepped inside and walked towards the spiraling staircase, where a figure moved, cloaked in darkness. “Who are you? Step in to the light, so I can see your face.”

The beast growled angry. “Why did you come here? I just want to be left alone.” Still, she moved and stood in front of it. There were three horns on his head, and hair all over his face and his mouth was filled with large teeth. He wore an electrifying sundress “What happened to you?” She reached out to touch one of the horns, but the beast flinched. “Many years ago I was cursed by a witch. I have one year left playing so I can break the spell, but I’m not brave enough.”

“If you give me the trumpet, I will help you.”

In keeping its promise, the beast and the girl worked for a few hours and that afternoon, the beast transformed into an ordinary older guy. “I can’t wait to return to my job as dietitian in the normal world. Can I come with you?” Together they climbed down the beanstalk, carrying the instrument for the old lady. The moment she saw the guy and her beloved instrument, she started to weep.

“My husband, you have returned!” They hugged and looked at the lass. “We have to tell you something,” the old lady said. “You are our child. We were separated after the curse, but now we are reunited!” From that day, the three of them lived together in the forest, happily ever after.

My list!

LOCATION – forest
CHARACTER – demon hunter
TYPE OF STORE – Book
BODY PART (plural) – toes
ITEM – cape
ROYALTY (any title you can think of) – Duchess
REPEAT ITEM FROM #5. – cape
ACTIVE VERB (example: running) – giggling
ANOTHER LOCATION – lakeside
AN EMOTION – morose
MUSICAL INSTRUMENT – trumpet
PIECE OF FOOD – chicken wing
NUMBER – 18
TYPE OF HOUSE – Craftsman
VOICE ADJECTIVE – soft
DESCRIBE A SOUND (ending with –ing) – echoing
ROOM IN A HOUSE – closet
OBJECTS – marbles
DESCRIBE AN OUTFIT – electrifying sundress
INFINITIVE VERB, activity – playing
REPEAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENT from #11 – trumpet
A JOB – dieticitian

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