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 man had a long grey beard, big black eyes, and ripped clothing. They never saw their baby again.
“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!
And they had a wonderful view of a beautiful fount.
.. .And they lived happily ever after
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.
ReplyDeleteVery 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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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.
This is a beautiful story Grant, seems there is another budding author in this family.
ReplyDeleteI liked your Grannie's story too.
You are quite the family of writers. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Grant! A wonderful story....very well done! :)
ReplyDeleteI am so impressed Grant. I really Loved your story. You have a future young man with your pen. Keep it up.
ReplyDeletei love this immensely!
ReplyDeleteThat is so awesome!
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