Short story Talent show by Aidan

25 of January 2020 Friday

Dear Diary,

Today in school there was a poster on the wall for the local talent show. It was on Sunday the 27th so I signed up for singing. I hope I didn’t make a mistake Diary because I don’t want to be made a laughing stock. In science that day I got the usual bullying by Barry McCarty and we made a fake active volcano. I was paired up with Mike so that made it a small bit more fun.

See you soon Diary.

26 of January 2020 Saturday

Dear Diary

Today I woke up at 1 in the afternoon and watched TV. At 3 O’clock I went to rehearsals for the talent show in the hall. Surprisingly Mike signed up. He was going to chop his sister in half as a magic trick and through all the practice he wouldn’t stop grinning! When I went up to do my practice I sang the song “Bruises” and I was a bit embarrassed as I had only chosen that song because it was “in”. After it was Sarah and she did a pretty decent dance from the nutcracker. It felt like the day went on for ages with all the acts but I was proud of myself.

Bye for now Diary

27 of January 2020 Sunday

The day of the Talent show!

Hello Diary, I had the best day ever today. In the morning I raced downstairs and shoved a bowl of cornflakes in my mouth. I woke Mom and Dad up and we drove to the talent show and got inside. We looked for seats and watched all the acts fly by. Finally, It was my turn. I was a bit nervous but in the end, everyone clapped. I didn’t win but ended up coming 2nd

See you soon Diary.

Short Story Competition: The Journey : By Dan

The boat began to slow down as a wave crashed against the steel hull. We were approaching the undiscovered island. I stepped onto golden sandy shoreline that seemed to stretch for miles into the horizon.

STOMP!  CRASH!

A tree smashed into the ground and a pile of rubble erupted out of the surface. Millions of tiny creatures swarmed out from the new hole in the ground.; they were heading straight for us.

RAT A TAT A TAT A!

Gunshots echoed from behind me and a man in rags carrying a gun emerged from behind a rock. The creatures were disintegrating into thin air. My filming crew dived to the ground and so did I. This was definitely a mistake coming here.

A few minutes later, all the creatures had dissapeared and the man walked over to us. We thanked him but he didn’t seem to understand, instead he scampered away into the distance.

We were all alone.

I pulled out my map and studied  it very carefully. We were on the north coast of the island. My film crew were still shaking after the terrifiying incident. I began to walk into the deep dense forest of palm trees It was at that moment that I heard a flock of birds flying away from the forest.

Psssst!

A poison dart flew past my ear and a group of people with the man that had saved us ran towards us. They were brandishing their silver steel swords and spears in anger. We were in trouble now.

“Run!” I shouted to my crew.

We ran back to the boat,raised the sails and took off. Our pursuers were beginning to climb into the water as we sped off into the sunset.

That adventure was not made for us!

Short story: Magic by Colin

I was at my father’s funeral, standing in between my Mother and older sister. Tears were stinging my eyes and rolling down my cheek. As I watched the coffin being lowered, I saw a faint flicker of blue underneath the coffin. Before I was able to point it out, the flicker was gone. After the funeral, when we were on our way home, the flicker of blue light was stuck in my mind. After a little bit of thought I came to the conclusion that I was hallucinating, but, just to be safe I would go back the next day to see if I really was hallucinating.

Meanwhile, underground a fairy commander named Rodger Barkley was sitting around an oval table. Three other fairy commanders were sitting around the table as well.  “This is a very important meeting,” started Rodger to his fellow commanders. “One of our main magic pipes has burst and it will take days to repair.” “But can’t we just use magic to repair it?” said the smallest of the group, Fred. “ Sadly not,” came Rodger’s reply.  “The laser barrier around the pipe has been locked so we can’t get in.”

At  11:24 am the next day, I hopped on my mountain bike and started down the road. The breeze was cold and the roads were wet but I still got to the graveyard. As I walked up the gravel path I felt an energy tugging at me. When I got to my father’s grave the pull had gotten a lot stronger.  I stretched my arm out and touched the headstone. Suddenly I was teleported to a small, darkroom.

There was a deep rumbling. “What was that?” said Fred in a worried, trembling voice. “Oh No” replied Rodger equally frightened. “A human!” “Oh No,” repeated the two others.