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He swore on his mother's grave, but then he swore on just about everything in his path these days. Once he lost his favorite pair of magic tenny shoes, life just didn't seem worth living anymore.

He spent most of his day's looking on the ground hoping to see a glimpse of the little man that had taken his shoes. Timmy didn't really think that was going to happen. He was smarter than that. Habit, now became a look, a swear, a move on to the next bush in hopes the little man would be found hiding in the next one so Timmy could argue his case, once again, to get back the magic pair of shoes.

The first morning Timmy was without his magic shoes he found it was hard to do anything without the magic that those shoes had held and in turn gave to him every day.

Timmy now felt weary whenever he walked more than two blocks at a time. He remembered when he had the magic shoes he could walk for miles and miles without any soreness after going about his business for the day. This kept him looking for those shoes, while his walks to look for the magic became shorter and shorter.

The knowledge that he was never going to find them again made even the walks to look for those magic shoes lessen and lessen as the months went by.

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One day an old-ish lady came up to him and said: "You could make a living doing that kind of thing."

After being blinded by the sun bouncing off of her very white glowing hair, Timmy shaded his eyes with his palm and said, "WHAT?"

Lucky for Timmy it was a cold and windy day and the old-ish lady puts up her black hood, covering her hair, to keep warm hence saving Timmy from going blind.

Her hand came out in a sweeping gesture, pointing at his pockets. She asked one question while giving him the Look, which finally started Timmy brain scrambling back to work.

Surprised by the question, Timmy's hands went to his pockets overflowing with all the odds and ends jammed in there, from all he had picked up today, while on his usual path to look for the magic slippers.

"I suppose I could", said Timmy, "but I had never thought about it until you just mentioned it this very moment."

Never thought about everything he had been finding while looking for the magic shoes. He had slowly kept putting interesting things in his pockets and took them home every day. If it was garbage he threw it out. If it was anything interesting he kept it.

The interesting things had started out on one shelf. Over time interesting things grew and grew as the years went by and soon he could hardly move in his house.

"I wonder if that's why the girls he dated never came back?" Timmy thought, followed by, "Something to think about for another time." as he tried to focus on the going on's at hand.

Timmy looked at the lady and asked the question we all are wondering now. The question was, "How do you know all the interesting stuff I have? Are you spying on me? Do I need to call the police on you?"

"Oh Good Lord Timmy! No, I wrote you into being because I was tired and felt I needed to write a story you needed a story." The white-haired old-ish lady said.

Timmy was used to odd things happening to him his whole life but this one took the cake.

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Pink Cake? Did she say?

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How did she know he loved pink cake? He never told anyone that! He was Timmy and a bit odd but even odd boys knew they were not to like pink cake or at least let anyone know they did.

As all this was going through his mind the old-ish lady reached down into the tear in her dress and pulled out a HUGE pink cake with candles already lite. The fancy trimming on the cake must have weighed over fifty pounds. More sugar than anyone could ever want was dancing right in front of him.

"Here, I made this for you. Today is your first birthday," she said with a huge smile on her face.

"First? I'm almost thirty years old. How can you even think I'm only one today of all days?" said Timmy.

"This IS the day you were born Timmy. The day I finally wrote your story and posted you for all to see." She chuckled and tisked while shaking her head explaining slowly to Timmy.

"For all to see how you, after today, go back home, clean up your house, get everything all nice, neat and shiny. Then you hang a shingle on your door and sell and sell all the interesting stuff you have been collecting over the years while looking for those magic shoes."

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Timmy stopped her with a finger pointed right at her and that cake she was still holding.

"Hey! he said, "What do you know about my magic shoes?"

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She went on to explain that there never was any shoes but a very vivid dream he had one night. So vivid in fact, you could never get the dream to be seen as a dream out of your head, no matter how I tried!

Through your whole life, I set interesting things in your path for you to find. I hoped something you found while walking would be interesting enough to make you forget those darn shoes.

YOU, stubborn as you are, wouldn't listen or see all the wonders right in front of you so obsessed as you were by those magic shoes. I finally had to come into your story to set things right because you will soon be getting married. Someone needs you Timmy and you must be ready or all will go wrong in both your lives.

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but.....

This is the only warning I can give you.

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Hi everyone!

This is a story based on last weekends Freewrite prompt's found here Weekend Freewrite

The weekend freewrite prompts are my favorite to do for many reasons. They make you think fast, twist your story in directions you had no idea it was going to go. It's all done in less then thirty minutes if you are like me and go back and fix typo's and some sentences so things make sense to a person reading it.

Well, I hope that is what I do but sometimes goblins come in right before I hit the post button and scrabbles up all the letters again. Honest! Really!

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did making it!

Have a great weekend and do yourself a favor and try doing a freewrite, you will not regret it if you do!

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Images by @mariannewest, Pexel , Bitmoji and Me.

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Love,

Snook

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