Question

Write an imaginary story about visiting someone who lives in a gingerbread house. make ur story 10 or more complete setence. SOMEONE HELP ME!! give me some ideas. ILL ALSO Mark BRAINLIEST!! I cant think of any. HELP PLZ!!!

Answer 1

There was once a little girl who was passing through the woods, curious to find berries for her siblings but rather stumbled upon a weird looking cabin. Since she was still young and did not have a concrete knowledge of many things, she stepped into the home as it was unlocked. Inside were full of candies, sweetners on the table, even a chocolate water fall as you go up the stairs. But she also wondered if this was her imagination since on the outside, it looked like every normal cabin in the woods but on the inside was full of magical foods that satisfied her tastebuds. "How was this possible?", she thought to herself but her enjoyment of chocolate and mint kept her blinded from the fact that this house was used as bait to lure little kids. Someone vile, someone who has no remorse and mercy, no compassion or empathy, lived in this very unusual cabin. It was not a human nor an animal, it was a spirit that could change into any form it wants. And during this time, it changed to the little girl's mother. As the little girl fell for the trick, week by week that spirit would suck the life out of her slowly and leaving her skeleton on the floor. The bones were used as a treasure hidden below the house where underneath all that savory goodness was a place full of little souls.

Answer 2

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I once visited my friend Sam. He never let anybody come over because he was ashamed of where he lived. But one day he invited me to his house I was super excited for it.  So I went home got some clothes to spend the night and when I got to Sam's house I was shocked that his house was made out of gingerbread.

Even though the house was made out of gingerbread it didn't matter to me. We had so much fun we watched movies told scary stories we even ate some gingerbread. The next day we went back to school everybody was asking me if something was wrong with the house. All I said is we had fun and it doesn't matter where he lives or what he live in. All what matters is that we had fun.

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