She'd told so many tales. Now she was the tale. Would anyone remember her tale? Would anyone remember her? You bet yer they will
A modern version of a classic punishment – I had to type "I will not tell tall tales" 1,000 times. Copy and paste was disabled. #130story
The flickering fire reflected in his eyes. Some stories he made up. Some were true. You could tell by the occasional glazed look.
Tony told tales
of adventures in Wales,
exaggerating a bit
cause he is a big twit.
Bless him though his mum loves him
Dustin was drunk.
"I tell you I could have played Michael Corleone? Oh, and Gandhi too?"
None of us believed the tales of Hoffman.
When she was a little girl she learned it was wrong to tell tales. Later in life, in the dock, she was frightened to speak. #130story
We knew the weight they carried: hoisted on shoulders, stacked in hearts. We'd given them the building blocks for most of it. #130story
She loved her dad's tales.. they were funny, but this one wasn't. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she shivered #130story
Fear crept in. Something needed to be done, acting innocent was as bad as acting ignorant. The white lie no longer seemed so clean #130story
#130story The sailor tells so many tales of things done in his youth. But once he's had a drink or two,I doubt that they're the truth!
A lifetimes accumulation of novels rested in quiet, disorganised piles in every corner of her home. Tall tales gathering dust. #130story