A Thousand And One.... Summarys, But Kind Of Poetry?

There was an elf, of house, a cake in the air, a letter, almost howling about misuse, even if not true. The Bars of restricted freedom took a toil on a tired spirit, even if hope came anew. The car of sky was a surprise, perhaps not as great as prison on the clock, or selfkniting needles, or perhaps the scare of a head adorned with red locks. A table for nine, this time only seven plus one at the side, almost Error but not quite, is there anything not to like? The boy and the family came for shops, upon a sight of Locked Hearts, they stop. He though that he has returned to home, only a wall provided a stop, so with a car they finally came. At club of Duals a revelation was held, heir of the serpents whispered children. The king of snakes hunted, promised to kill, but always a through reflection or the like. At the end, the diary was at fault and with a hole of a fang, sword was drawn and coated in blood and poison, tears healed, the girl was saved, and the elf was freed.