Saving Rabia

This is another story I wrote. Saving Rabia

One warm summer morning, I received a package from my pen-pal Rabia from India. I excitedly opened it. When I looked inside I was disappointed to discover a dusty old rug inside. However when I shook out the dust to have a better look at the rug, I discovered that it was really a purple magic carpet with yellow stripes. There was a message pinned to one edge of the carpet. It proclaimed:

“Help! I'm stuck in a shed on Rickets Farm. Tell the carpet to take you there. Then come find me. Hurry!” Rabia.

As soon as I finished reading it I quickly wrote a note to my parents letting them know I had had to leave suddenly. Then I jumped onto the carpet shouting “Go to Rickets Farm as fast as you can!”

At first the ride was scary and I kept thinking I was going to fall off, but soon I became

accustomed to it. When an airplane came zooming by I almost did fall off! I was very excited.

About an hour later I finally arrived at Rickets farm. I looked around me and saw some grazing cows, a few apple trees, and a little stream, but there was no shed in sight. So I decided to look around some more.

Before long I found an old brown shed that was surrounded by some big trees, and looked like no one had been to it in a long time. I timidly peeked through a window in its side. Inside I saw a 7 foot tall monster that was purple and green! He was torturing Rabia! I had to save her, but how? I thought about it for a few minutes and then I had an idea. I quickly opened the brown leather backpack that I had brought along and searched for my candy stash finally I came upon it. Then I circled the shed until I found the entrance to it and burst inside. As soon as I entered the monster whirled around.

“What do you want?” He bellowed.

“I have come for my friend.” I told him.

“You can't have her. She's mine!” He shouted.

“Oh, then I guess you can't have what I brought to pay you with.” I replied casually.

“What did you bring?” The monster inquired.

“Oh just this.” I said, holding out my hands which were full of candy.

“What are they?” The monster asked.

“Candy.” I replied.

“What do you do with it?” He questioned.

“Eat it.” I replied.

“What does it taste like?” He inquired.

I thought for a moment and then said, “I'll give you one piece to try it and if you like it

you can trade my friend for 50 more pieces.”

“Okay.” He said. “Give me my first piece.”

I gave it to him. Then I inquired, “What do you think? Do you like it?”

“Yes.” He replied, “I do.”

“So will you take my offer?” I inquired.

“I will.” He said, “but I want 60 pieces.”

“Okay.” I replied.

So it was agreed. I gave him 60 pieces of candy and he gave me Rabia.

Rabia and I leaped onto the magic carpet and flew Rabia to her home (where the monster could not get her) and then I zoomed home. As soon as I got there I carefully put the rug in the closet, collapsed on my bed, and fell asleep.

Trapped in the Cellar

This is the dog's side of the story of In the Cellar witch I posted earlier.

Trapped in the Cellar

One warm summer night my folks had a going away party prior to the big move. I'm not too keen on strangers so I headed to the cellar for some peace and quiet. I was investigating the cellar when my left front foot got stuck in a rat trap. I tried vigorously to get it out but that just made it hurt more so I started to bark. But that didn’t work because the party was to noisy for them to hear me. Tenderly I laid down and went to sleep feeling lonely.

The next day in the morning I was awakened by the noise of the moving van pulling away. Scared I started to bark but it was too late. They were gone! My mind was racing. What if no one ever found me? What if I was stuck forever in this dark cellar?!

That afternoon a different moving van pulled up and stopped. The door squeaked open and the new family came in hauling their stuff. I heard them go back out and get more stuff. The noise of boxes being dragged across the floor continued all day. Even if I hadn’t been to scared to bark they wouldn’t have been able to hear me.

That night there was a storm, but the only thing I could hear was the cracking thunder. I was terrified and whimpering and whining. Then I heard creaking floorboards, someone was coming! The creaks got closer and closer, then slowly the door creaked open and a little girl entered. I growled nervously at her but she kept coming toward me. She started talking gently to me and I calmed down.

As she carefully removed my foot from the rat trap, I examined her. She had brown hair and bright blue eyes. When she had succeeded in removing my foot from the rat trap, she soaked it in hot water and brought me up to her room. We slept comfortably in each others company for the rest of the night.

The next morning she excitedly asked her parents if she could keep me. They said she could! So I have lived happily with them ever since.

In The Cellar by Robyn

This is a story I wrote for the Cricket writing contest.
When I got the letter in the mail that I had won it made me realize that that I like writing and that I can do it.

One stormy night Violet lay shivering in her bed listening to the thunder crashing and the rain pitter-pattering on the roof overhead. Her room in this old house that her family had just moved into seemed empty and eerie. "Oh I wish I could be in our old house where I knew that it was safe," she thought to herself.

Suddenly, as the noise of the storm moved away, she thought she heard another scarier sound. A whimpering noise was coming from the cellar directly underneath her room. She got nervously out of bed and crept toward the cellar to check it out. Before she got there her mother ,who was busily unpacking the kitchen, stopped her.

"Go back to bed, Violet," her mom said.

"But mom..."

Her mom cut her off. "Go back to bed now, Violet!"

Violet went sulkily back to bed.

The whimpering sound continued. Finally around midnight she couldn't stand it anymore! She had to find out what it was! She got out of bed again and tiptoed quietly over to the cellar.

It was pitch black as she entered the cellar. She needed a flashlight. She soundlessly stole back up to her room, got a flashlight out of her backpack and tiptoed back to the top of the stairs leading down to the cellar.

As she entered the cellar something growled uneasily at her from behind the furnace. Violet carefully crept over to the furnace and found the source of the growl and the whimpering. It was a big black dog.

His foot was stuck in a rat trap. She gently whispered kind words to the dog until it let her take his foot out of the rat trap. She found the dog some food and gently led him back to bed. Both Violet and the dog slept well in the safety of each other's company all the rest of that dark night.

Violet was thrilled the next morning when her parents let her keep the dog. They lived happily ever after.