Morning Cyberspeace.
How was your Easter weekend? Mine was great..lots of good food and treats. I took yesterday off, so I've decided to put up a Sunday Storytime post today. Since it's Easter weekend and yesterday's focus was all about my little girl, I got to thinking...maybe I should share some stuff from when I was young. Here's a story (verbatim) I wrote in Grade 3 titled "The Skin of Evil." It's six pages long, but I will include the dedication and about the author sections as well.
The Skin of Evil
Dedicated to David M. who is very funny. Also dedicated to Eric M. Peter H. Bruce T. Brett P. and Kelly B. Published at Garden Creek School April, 1995. (I only remember who two of those people are...)
Once upon a time there was a family of two. Will Brown and his son, Dave. they lived in a stone cabin in the forest. It had two doors (front and back) made from seventy stones, and had seven windows. (All punctuation and whatnot is written here exactly as in the original.)
One day while Dave was at school and his father was at work, the brook that they lived beside rose. it was going up and up. Soon Dave's father came home, and the brook instantly went down. An hour later Dave returned home from school. "Hi Dave," said his father. (I can;t believe that I knew to put the comma inside the the quotation marks)
Then all of the sudden steam rose from the brook and to red eyes appeared and then a silver body. "I'm your worst nightmare" it said.
"Wh wh what are you?" Dave said quietly.
"Silence" it boomed! "I'm a demon - called The Skin of Evil," yelled the demon. "Say another word and you die" boomed the demon. Then he disappeared. (Slight overuse of the word boom)
Dave and his father started to run. Then Dave's father was hit by an energy blast that hit him in the back and came out the front of him. Then Dave ran out of the house and when he looked back and there was nothing there. (Your guess is as good as mine...)
So he went back in, got a match and some sticks and some marshmellows and went outside and lit a fire and roasted marshmellows. (I liked the word 'and'..) Suddenly he heard a faint voice. "Help me, I hate fire.
He saw the skin of evil come up then go down and die. (I'm assuming coming up out of the brook, but who can really say for sure) Then he heard another voice from the house. Dave put out the fire then in (forgot the word went) and there was a ghost of his dad.
About the Author
Brandon is 8 years old. He was born in Fredericton. Presently Brandon is in Grade 3 at Garden Creek School. His hobbies are biking, collecting hockey cards and reading. Brandon lives with his father. The Skin of Evil is his second published book. (I don't know what the first one was...)
So that's my Grade 3 story. Pretty dramatic eh? Anyway, hope you have a great day!
Peace and Love
The Critical Stranger
As always thoughts, comments and suggestions are encouraged and appreciated!
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