The Torn Basket

Hello,

I’m back. I had been readin’ Harry Potter and I completed the first six books of the series within ten days. Phew! My poor arm was tired holding up those heavy books. And now I’ve written a story for you.(No magic or witchcraft in it. Just a simple poor story.)

The Torn Basket

            The sun was setting and he still had work. Today, he had caught only two tiny fish, barely enough for his children. He was Bhola, the fisherman. He said, “Being a fisherman is not easy. To cast the net, to wait for the fish the whole day and then to catch the few fish…. Hmmm…it’s really a tough job. People don’t know the difficulties we’ve to face….especially… you… the rich. I just hope now that lady luck shines on me. And I catch enough fish for us every single day.”

The Mystery of Mysteries

Hello friends,

I am back again. As I told you earlier I was busy reading Mystery books; Mystery of the Invisible thief, Mystery of the Vanished prince, Mystery of the Pantomime cat, Mystery of the Spiteful letters and Mystery of the Hidden house. Do you want to read a mystery written by li’l ol’ me? Well here you go!

The Mystery of the Invisible Honey Thief

 

Did you catch him?” shouted the king at his soldier. The soldier replied, “Sire, the thief is too cunning to catch. We’ll need a lot of people to catch him and a clever idea to fool him.” Hearing this, the king got worried. Even the cleverest men in his court had failed.

A Visitor at Night

Hi,

The following story was born out of a phrase “there was a knock at the door…”. Hope you like it.

A Visitor at Night

It was a hot night and the lights were off. I got out of bed and went downstairs towards the living room. Everything was silent except for the rocking chair. My grandfather usually sits rocking on his rocking chair.

Slowly, I groped in the dark making my way to the kitchen. Drinking some cool water from the fridge, I turned to see a dark shadow at the door. As I moved, something hit me on my head. And there was nothing but darkness and silence. When I recovered, nobody was there. Maybe I had hit my head on the kitchen door.

A Piggy Story!

Cartoon piglets are very cute to see. Don’t you agree with me? The following is an adventurous story of a little piglet named piggu. I hope you enjoy reading my little story.

 

The Case of the Lost Piglet

Mama Piggy, Papa Pig and Baby Piggu lived happily in a tiny little house near a forest. Baby Piggu was five years old and wanted to camp out in the dark with his friends. But his parents were not allowing him as they thought he needed to grow a little more. Baby Piggu was very sad. This was his first opportunity to prove to his friends that he was not a baby any more.

That night he sat near the fireplace staring at the red hot fire. He was thinking, “Is there any way to join my friends?” Then suddenly his brain lit up. He said, “Yes! There is a way! I will pack up my stuff and leave when my papa and mama are not around.”

Next morning when Papa and Mama went to wake up Baby Piggu they were shocked to see only a pillow under the blanket. They searched around for Baby Piggu but found only a note on which Baby Piggu had written- “I go camp!”

Autobiography of my Teddy!

So friends,

I am here again. As, I was telling you yesterday, our English teacher gave us some topics for creative writing. It was to write an autobiography of either a Teddy Bear or a Football. All the boys, obviously, selected football. And we girls wrote about Teddy Bears. It was really easy for me, as I not only had a teddy bear, but also used to play with it as if it was alive and talking. But later on, I expanded the article and you can read it now. So here it is..

Autobiography of a Teddy Bear

I’m a native of China. A kind Man there had collected lots of fiber and bear skin. He had lovingly stitched it in shape of a bear and stuffed it with fiber. Thus, I was born. He also fixed a big smile on my face and it got stuck there. In short, he created me – a handsome fellow with an evil glint in his eyes.