Story Time
So, you all know my kid loves to write. Recently, the school had a program where for $15 they would bind a short, up to 9 page story of your kid's into a book with illustrations, all done by the kid. This year, we did it. We now have a hardbound, signed copy of this story which she wrote in class, but would not let me read it until today.
And because I loves you, I sharez. I hope you enjoy it; I know I did. (This has been transcribed exactly as written.)
"The Graveyard" by Katrina F. Age 9
dedicated to: My Awesome Mom (and family) :D
(Ed Note: Yes. The smiley is on the dedication page.)
I opened the secret door I found and the room went black. Suddenly, there was a deafening thud. The door grew taller and wider, so only if you crouched down and walked you could get through. As I crawled through, I knew walking through that door had ben a mistake, because I never saw the house-- nor the door -- ever again.
A split second after I had entered this "other room", I head a loud rumbling sound as I looked behind me. The door had sealed firmly and disappeared. Now, there was only one way to go: forward. There was no turning back now. So I made my way into a land covered in fog.
The first careful step I took was unusual. I had stepped into something warm and soft. My next step got stranger. It felt like a long, hard cylinder. I soon realized what I was stepping on. Bone. A few moments after that, the fog cleared up. I was standing in a graveyard.
Huge, mossy trees bordered the graveyard, while everywhere there were tombstones by the dozen. I had been so intrigued by the variety of tombstones that I had not paid attention to where I was going. So I hadn't seen the great sleeping beast that lay before me until too late. I had stepped on the dragon's tail.
It wasn't completely my fault, of course. The dragon camouflagued perfectly in the graveyard. I could tell that this one was a European dragon, fully black from head to tail. Its wings had the slightest tinge of green to them, although you could still call it black.
At first I didn't think I had woken the dragon. It just continued its heavy breathing, occasionally adjusting its wings. The only way I finally knew I had woken it, was when it slowly opened its deathly red eyes and stared straight at me. I tried backing up, but I only tripped over its spiny tail again. Apparently, this made the dragon madder. It lifted its massive body off the several hundred tombstones it was crushing and let out a very mad, blood-curdling roar.
It swiped its tail to the east side of the graveyard, knocking over several willow trees, and lunged at me. Before long, the dragon unfurled its monstrous wings and launched into the night sky. Behind the resting area of the dragon, where everything was flattened, was a small, old church. In front of the church was a large pile of jewels, pedastals with jeweled goblets, and other valuables.
Illuminated by a blue light, a goblet decked with sapphires, gold, rubies, and platinum sat on a fancy pedastal. Surrounding was the rest of the gems. I assumed that even though the dragon was gone, there was probably a spell on the fancy goblet, so I reached forward to grab a sapphire, and suddenly there was a deafening screech. Out of the sky came the dragon, swooping down with a furious look on her face, her mouth emitting flames.
The whole graveyard caught fire, even though the dragon's flames had not yet reached the ground. Bony, fleshy, rotten hands came out of the earth, grabbing for something that seemed non-existent. For some reason when I was staring at the zombies coming out of the ground, I forgot about the dragon, and what a mistake that was. In no time flat, and with a last, defeaning cry, the dragon used its massive fangs to shove me down her throat.
Thank goodness the dragon had swallowed other people, and a number of other things, so there was enough STUFF to actually make a pretty decent master bedroom. There were desks, water, beds, lounge chairs, lamps, bedside tables, even a variety of carpeting. So I sat down at one of the desk (avoiding the digestive juices) and wrote this true story. Sure, the dragon's digestive juices might digest me, but at least I can be the first zombie author!!! Hopefully, she will throw my story up, and read it, and be nice enough to publish it, and make it a best seller. Who knows? I never thought it possible to live in a dragon's stomach, but here I am. After this, I believe anything can happen...
I have to go now, because there's a party in the third compartment of the dragon's stomach. Apparently, the dragon somehow got her hands on a disco ball. Hopefully the other zombies will share their story of how they first got to this graveyard and share real food-- not just blood punch or rotting flesh. So, remember my name when this dragon spits the story up!
THE END
And because I loves you, I sharez. I hope you enjoy it; I know I did. (This has been transcribed exactly as written.)
"The Graveyard" by Katrina F. Age 9
dedicated to: My Awesome Mom (and family) :D
(Ed Note: Yes. The smiley is on the dedication page.)
I opened the secret door I found and the room went black. Suddenly, there was a deafening thud. The door grew taller and wider, so only if you crouched down and walked you could get through. As I crawled through, I knew walking through that door had ben a mistake, because I never saw the house-- nor the door -- ever again.
A split second after I had entered this "other room", I head a loud rumbling sound as I looked behind me. The door had sealed firmly and disappeared. Now, there was only one way to go: forward. There was no turning back now. So I made my way into a land covered in fog.
The first careful step I took was unusual. I had stepped into something warm and soft. My next step got stranger. It felt like a long, hard cylinder. I soon realized what I was stepping on. Bone. A few moments after that, the fog cleared up. I was standing in a graveyard.
Huge, mossy trees bordered the graveyard, while everywhere there were tombstones by the dozen. I had been so intrigued by the variety of tombstones that I had not paid attention to where I was going. So I hadn't seen the great sleeping beast that lay before me until too late. I had stepped on the dragon's tail.
It wasn't completely my fault, of course. The dragon camouflagued perfectly in the graveyard. I could tell that this one was a European dragon, fully black from head to tail. Its wings had the slightest tinge of green to them, although you could still call it black.
At first I didn't think I had woken the dragon. It just continued its heavy breathing, occasionally adjusting its wings. The only way I finally knew I had woken it, was when it slowly opened its deathly red eyes and stared straight at me. I tried backing up, but I only tripped over its spiny tail again. Apparently, this made the dragon madder. It lifted its massive body off the several hundred tombstones it was crushing and let out a very mad, blood-curdling roar.
It swiped its tail to the east side of the graveyard, knocking over several willow trees, and lunged at me. Before long, the dragon unfurled its monstrous wings and launched into the night sky. Behind the resting area of the dragon, where everything was flattened, was a small, old church. In front of the church was a large pile of jewels, pedastals with jeweled goblets, and other valuables.
Illuminated by a blue light, a goblet decked with sapphires, gold, rubies, and platinum sat on a fancy pedastal. Surrounding was the rest of the gems. I assumed that even though the dragon was gone, there was probably a spell on the fancy goblet, so I reached forward to grab a sapphire, and suddenly there was a deafening screech. Out of the sky came the dragon, swooping down with a furious look on her face, her mouth emitting flames.
The whole graveyard caught fire, even though the dragon's flames had not yet reached the ground. Bony, fleshy, rotten hands came out of the earth, grabbing for something that seemed non-existent. For some reason when I was staring at the zombies coming out of the ground, I forgot about the dragon, and what a mistake that was. In no time flat, and with a last, defeaning cry, the dragon used its massive fangs to shove me down her throat.
Thank goodness the dragon had swallowed other people, and a number of other things, so there was enough STUFF to actually make a pretty decent master bedroom. There were desks, water, beds, lounge chairs, lamps, bedside tables, even a variety of carpeting. So I sat down at one of the desk (avoiding the digestive juices) and wrote this true story. Sure, the dragon's digestive juices might digest me, but at least I can be the first zombie author!!! Hopefully, she will throw my story up, and read it, and be nice enough to publish it, and make it a best seller. Who knows? I never thought it possible to live in a dragon's stomach, but here I am. After this, I believe anything can happen...
I have to go now, because there's a party in the third compartment of the dragon's stomach. Apparently, the dragon somehow got her hands on a disco ball. Hopefully the other zombies will share their story of how they first got to this graveyard and share real food-- not just blood punch or rotting flesh. So, remember my name when this dragon spits the story up!
THE END