"When I was a boy," the man began, "my father would tell stories to help me fall asleep. We couldn't always afford books or get to the library, so he often create stories off the top of his head. They were always ridiculous and sometimes made it harder for me to sleep because I was laughing so hard. Would you like to hear one?"
The little boy's eyes widened in anticipation as he nodded and settled into his bed and waited for his father.
The father chuckled and pulled up a chair. "Once upon a time..."
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Sebastian Owens
I love writing stories using fantastical or otherworldly settings and do everything from horror to something a little spicier.
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