A Fairytale

Being on a study abroad with other English Language nerds, we tend to find things fun that maybe other people wouldn't. We like to make up stories a lot. So yesterday, my dear friend Rachel and I were playing this game where you write three lines of a story, then you fold over the first two and the next person writes the next three lines based on the last line of that last person's. Hope that made sense, because I want to share the story we wrote. Yes, it was that exciting to me that I want to share it. Rachel's lines are normal and mine are italicized.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden named Erica who only liked raisins if they were chocolate covered. It was unfortunate, therefore, that she only
had seven months to live. She had wanted so much out of life and now it was falling apart. Luckily, she thought of a plan to solve this
which was: find Harry Potter! Off she went, after class with Sister Hallen of course, and on her way she took Liz and a broomstick - which was absolutely necessary
because how else are you supposed to get to Hogwarts? They flew threw the night and tried to catch sight of the train. This adventure made her feel like
a cupcake. After all, cupcakes are yummy, pretty, and pink. She was also yummy, pretty, and pink. (Editor's note: I am writing this as is, and Rachel chose to use the Oxford comma. le sigh) How do we know she is yummy? Because an ogre ate her with frosting
Or tried to anyway. But Harry Potter was there to save the day. She asked Harry if he could cure her disease. He happily agreed and they went to find
the fountain of youth. Everyone wants to live forever, after all. But it turns out that to live forever you have to give up all of your chocolate raisins and Erica was not willing
to share because raisins were her death wish. In the end, Harry Potter was an idiot and couldn't help her, so she died of cancer. The End