Slim and Franke

Slim and Franke

Thursday, September 01, 2016

10 YEAR OLD GRAND JOINS IN

MORE WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY

My sister's grandchildren are visiting her this week.  They both took the Words For Wednesday challenge and 12 year old Nora's is posted with mine on the previous post.  This space is for 10 year old Grant's story.  He even  included his own picture.
 
 The words provided by Hannah BananaFace were

Crocus
Fount
Shawl
Torch
Knife
Narrative 




The Lost Baby by Grant

                    Once upon a time, there was a poor family, who owned nothing, except for hope. Hope for something wonderful to happen to them. Whenever they found anything useful, they would just get robbed by someone. The mother’s name was Trinity Azkaban, and the father’s name was Woodrow Robinson. But it was very hard for them to provide for their two 7 and 9 year old daughters, because they lived in a City of Thieves!

                                   The 7 year old daughter’s name was Nicki, and the 9 year old’s name was Ruby. But Trinity and Woodrow had a secret that they were never going to tell the children. When their first child was born (not the 9 year old) , it was stolen by a man with a knife and a torch.
The man had a long grey beard, big black eyes, and ripped clothing. They never saw their baby again.                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                                                            Little did they know, the stolen child was offered to a rich family in New York, but the family declined so the man abandoned the infant onto the streets of New York. Meanwhile, in the City of Thieves…  
“Trinity” Woodrow said, “We have to find some food for the children.” He said. “I know, I know, I found some food in the dumpster.” She said. “Good because Nicki and Ruby are starving.” He said. “Mommy, did you find any food yet?” Nicki asked. “Yes, it’s spaghetti, eat up” Trinity said. Mom, did you see this beautiful crocus in my hair, I also found a shawl to go with it.” said Nicki. “You look beautiful darling, Nicki do you know where---HIDE!” she said. The same man with the grey beard and big black eyes was walking toward them!


                              “RUN!” Trinity screamed. All of them took off, and as they were running down the street, they ran into Ruby. “Ruby, run!” Woodrow said. Then they heard the man saying, “ Give me that food!”. When they were about to pass an orphanage, there was a boy who said, “Quick, hide in here!”. When they were in the orphanage, the boy locked the door and told his story, then Trinity told the family’s. The boy asked for her name, and he knew that they were related.


                               The family, reunited once again wanted to move to the streets of Chicago to start a new beginning as a whole family. Six months later, Trinity and Woodrow found jobs, and bought a floor in an apartment,
And they had a wonderful view of a beautiful fount.

                            ...And they lived happily ever after
                               That is the narrative of The Lost Baby




                              The End

9 comments:

  1. Congratulations Grant. This is a wonderful story. Sad, hopeful and I love that it ended well. Thank you so much for telling it to us.

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  2. Very well done! I especially liked that opening line, "Once upon a time, there was a poor family, who owned nothing, except for hope." Great job! Keep it up!

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  3. CROCUS.
    FOUNT.
    SHAWL.
    TORCH.
    KNIFE.
    NARRATIVE.
    This is my story.

    It was a cool but very wet Spring evening, .Although someone had mentioned the appearance of the first (CROCUS), there was little time to stop and look for this beautiful spring flower as she made a dash for the door of her house in the pouring rain - skidding in the wet grass her cell phone lost the grip of her hand .and went flying into the (FOUNT). It was not a time to stop and search , but later she appeared when the rain had ceased wearing a (SHAWL) and carrying a(TORCH) Searching for and soon finding her now useless cell phone her foul (NARRATIVE) one could cut with a (KNIFE) lessening the anguish of her loss.
    "Swear now,! for in heaven it will not be allowed."

    Vest... Back soon.

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  4. This is a beautiful story Grant, seems there is another budding author in this family.
    I liked your Grannie's story too.

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  5. You are quite the family of writers. I love it.

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  6. Thank you, Grant! A wonderful story....very well done! :)

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  7. I am so impressed Grant. I really Loved your story. You have a future young man with your pen. Keep it up.

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  8. i love this immensely!

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  9. That is so awesome!

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