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086 creative sparks a collection of creative writing by EPTS 087

“You’re right, regular man. All I need you” woman and Queen Elsa to exchange for
to do is just, “Let it go, let it go. “Well then, sorry” said Ian while stomach medicine for the little girl.
Turn away and slam the door I don’t cruelly walking away from the little girl. Ian walked back to the little girl,
care what they’re going to say. As he was reaching the top of the gave her the medicine and said, “I’m
Let the storm rage on. The cold never mountain, he felt very exhausted and sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like
bothered me anyway,” Queen Elsa sang guilty about what he had done to the that.”
in ar wonderful Idina Menzel-like voice little girl. But for the sake of his quest “That’s alright, regular brother. I
filled with passion to help make the for uniqueness, he needed that forgive you.”
unpleasant thoughts get out of her doughnut and nothing could stop him. Although Ian hadn’t received any
head. But for some reason the picture of that money or gifts from the little girl, his
As a reward for his help, Queen Elsa little girl crying stayed in his head that heart was filled with something much
gave Ian Let it Go sound track with her he couldn’t move his feet. more important than that random, weird,
autograph on it. “Should I go back and help that magical, fatty, soggy, greasy, pink-
Although the magic of literature girl? But wait, I’ve come so far and frosted sprinkled pork-fat doughnut—it
allowed him travel very fast, it made Ian there’s no going back. I don’t want to was the happiness of helping other
very exhausted. He had almost reached stay in this boring life forever,” Ian said people. Ian didn’t need that doughnut
the top of the mountain. And once again, to himself as if his good side and bad anymore. He realized that the thing
he found someone asking for help. This side were fighting each other. that made someone special and
time it was a young ordinary little girl As he was hesitating whether or not extraordinary wasn’t what kind of
crying alone. he should help the sad, sick little girl, money or expensive gifts he received;
“Hi, little girl. How can I help you?” he came across a random drugstore. that is not what is truly important. An
“I have a stomachache,” the little The moment he saw the drugstore, an exceptional guy is simply just a regular
girl said as the tears rolled down her image of the crying girl was burned into guy who makes others’ lives special.
cheeks. his brain and made a final decision.
“Well, you had better give me Ian rushed into the drugstore. But
something. I’m too tired to help because he didn’t have any money on
someone for free” him, he decided to take everything he
“Sorry, but I have nothing to give had received from the teenage girl, the