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I started this as a poem.

Yeah, and failed college course qwhen told to adapt poem!

I was told to must be public domain!

Issues I have Hollywood...

I will not go into now.

But teacher I had for a 3rd time, state had to be even though course did not sya public domain and her wait till mid-terms to say redo and I did. The her still say no and by finals I redid everything and her still give me C- for the class doing as she said and other students never do....

Why? 

My original adaptaions

not allowed for class

now typing

School assignments I re-did 3 times to get C- with other things and teacher never happy and me stay true to myself knowing they are crap and what they think is great to say mine not... cause the few supporters I do have I discourage, and they hate and I say teacher say... 

You can pass this, and go to what I have written by such teachers say I need to do, but not let me do, and me doing/did before school denied this when in the writing groove as they say not allowed to do and must by their terms and me do and do over and over to their likings and what they want to still not be happy... 

This is ready 07/02/2025 - ready to type and upload now and will as soon. 

doing website drains me

“Every night when the children are tucked into bed, the parents lock the doors and shade the windows thinking of their days they dred. The sun goes down and moon rises up. The lurking monsters begin to wake up. You've heard the tales and know the truths about the mythical begins and the scary tooth. Monsters and demons, vampires galore! Werewolves and zombies, oh you know there are more. Creepies and crawlies with the nighttime flyers, even if friendly their presence give nightmares. Some ate aware, while other deny. Every night, is crawling with freight.” An all hollows eve voice speaks. “Ahahhahahhaha!” laughs. 

Scenes of various Halloween and folklore creatures and humanoids.  

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Builds up to a clan of evil gnomes terrorizing a farmers home. A family inside scared hiding in a corner with the farmer and his son having guns ready to shoot if the door breaks down. “Stay away from the walls!” The farmer demands. 

“Daddy, I'm scared!” The son states. 

“I know you are! I ain't prep you for this. But your ma and sisters need us to defend them. Like men. Chin up, aim and fire!” The farmer looks at his son directly in the eyes. 

The gnomes tackle the doors and windows together causing cracks on the glass and bending of the bottom corner of the door.  

What seems like sunlight flashes outside.  

Stab! Stab! Stab!  Multiple sharp throwing stars with emblems of Catholic Saints pin some of the gnomes to the exterior of the farmers home. The gnomes cluster to attack. A silver blade slices through half of them and with another swing nearly the rest. One manages to leap to be grabbed by its beard with someone wearing a white glove. A small vial it opened to be poured onto the flailing gnome’s head. It disintegrates fast. Only bones and the beard left for the person to toss away. They Stab a small cross in the ground to begin paying. It grows and shines nearly the size of them. 

The farmer slowly opens the front door with his gun aimed. He sees a holy person to shine the door open fast and run out. 

The holy person turned with lots of black layers covering their appearance. They dash, leap and fade into the darkness of the night. 

“Wait!” the farmer ran to stop at the cross. Shouting into the darkness of the night, “thank you! This tale will not go untold!” 

The farmers wife runs out to stop and see the cross. She takes her knees a d begins to pray. “Bless this cross by which you snatched the world from Satan's grasp!”  

Farmer, “children! Out here with your mother!” The two girls and son run to pray with their mother. The farmer keeps watch to pull put a crucifix from around his neck and join in their prayers. “May this cross be hallowed in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the HolySpirit.” The screen dims and goes black. “and may all who kneel and pray before this cross in honor of our Lord find health in body and soul; through Christ our Lord. 

All: Amen. 

started...

Not done.

Issues others and crap and me laughing art them they thought laugh at me, lol

A town... Maybe city, but for its a town. 

The bottom of a mountain.  

We see various clips of the society and its people. It hones in on an old church. Surrounded by a graveyard all around, with a good chunk of it being old soldier graves. 

A nun is walking with candles at sunset down the isle to a soon to be married couple reading their vows. She sets them nearby, one large in center and two smaller beside. The smaller ones are lit by two older women; mothers of the bride and groom. The couple each take one taper candle. Together they light the center larger candle.  

The nun announces, “the merging of two individual lives and their families. The light from this candle also reminds us to be a light for others and to stay present to the Lord in prayer. Let us pray!” The nun waits for all to kneel. “Lord, unite our hearts to fear your name and walk in your ways all the days of their marriage, that we may live a full and happy life together.  

All: Amen