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Yo,
I wrote this story when I was 11! Why not have a read and tell me if you like it...
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Location - Secret Military Base - Nevada, USA
Codename - AREA 51
The President was shocked, he walked into the room and saw it. His mind trapped. Eventually, the excruciating telepathic connection was severed. A guard broke the glass, and shot the alien with his 9mm berretta. It took six ear-ripping shots to finish it off. The alien lay there. Dead. The guards ran to the president to see if he was alright…
Maria turned off the TV. She had seen 'Independence Day' just too many times. Her Nan lived just round the corner so it was easy for Maria to visit her favourite relative.
"Don’t do a Little Red Riding hood!" her mum would say, "Watch out for wolves, and um...er...don’t pick any flowers for Granny!".
"Mum, this is a council estate, there aren’t any flowers to pick!" replied Maria, playing along with another of her mum’s terrible jokes.
She left the house thinking about what to get for her grandmother at the corner shop. "Walnut Whirls? Nahhh. She's on a diet," she said out aloud, "She likes tulips, or maybe even one of those little Dairy Milk bars?" The 75 meters to grandma's place was just too much, especially when your thinking about food! After a long time in the corner shop, she realised that the 32 pence for a Turkish Delight wasn’t a huge price so she decided to get it!
When she arrived at her destination, she pushed open the green door (it was on the latch) of her grandmothers bungalow. "Granny, Granny are you here, it’s Maria, I got you some Turkish Delight," she called out as she walked into her wonderfully tidy lounge. Granny’s house always had this brilliant smell about it. As if there was an ongoing session of bread baking. Her grandma wasn’t there. "Granny?" she paused. "Granny?...GRANNY! WERE ARE YOU?".
Mum’s mum was missing!
She dreadedly poked her head round the doorframe of the lounge, expecting to find her dead grandma in the armchair. Phew! She wasn’t dead but to Maria’s horror, at least 25 knitted jumpers were sprawled across the floor and one jumper on the chair. This jumper was filled with holes. This was Granny’s sweater. The one that Maria and her had started only the week before. "Oh Granny, what has happened to you?".
Next up for inspection was the kitchen. Full of sharp objects, this was the most obvious place for a murder or an accidental death. She jumped back at what she saw. The purifier had blood-stained blades and splatters of blood up the walls. Maria fancied herself as a bit of a detective but this case was too distressing to solve.
She ran. She was approaching the corner shop at a phenomenal speed when suddenly, BASH! She bumped into an old man and fainted.
"Braaa boooo, gaaaa" whined Maria as he regained consciousness. "My head...".
"It’s OK pet, ill get ya a bag of peas" said her Granny - it wasn't a man but she was very hairy for an old woman. After a short interval of rummaging about in the fridge-freezer she returned.
"Gwanndmad...I mean gwanny, sorry, Granny" stumbled Maria, slowly. "I thought you were dead!".
"No, pet" replied Granny, puzzled. "...at least, I don’t think so!" She placed the bag of peas on her granddaughter’s head.
"Who’s insides are splattered around the kitchen then?" Maria questioned, slowly edging back from her older relative.
"Kid’s imaginations these days," announced Granny. "What do they think? It’s not the guts of some poor paper-boy that was overcharging me! It’s the second attempt of my tomato purée." Maria was thinking now that her gran had or at least was loosing it a bit.
"So that’s where you were!" Maria managed to get a word in edgeways. "Down at the corner shop re-stocking on tomatoes!" here expression changed from intelligent, to smart, to puzzled and finally to clueless. "But, er, what about the jumpers, and our sweater?"
"My cupboard." said Granny in her ‘I know everything and you know nothing’ voice, "Is no big enough for all the jumpers that I have knitted so, I have to throw some stuff out to make room for the new things. Simple."
"Oh and by the way..." added Granny, taking a purple wrapper out of her pocket. "...You dropped this earlier". She opened the Turkish Delight and popped it into her mouth.
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All in all, pretty pointless. Well, welcome to my little world of extreme boredom...
I wrote this story when I was 11! Why not have a read and tell me if you like it...
__________________________________________________
Location - Secret Military Base - Nevada, USA
Codename - AREA 51
The President was shocked, he walked into the room and saw it. His mind trapped. Eventually, the excruciating telepathic connection was severed. A guard broke the glass, and shot the alien with his 9mm berretta. It took six ear-ripping shots to finish it off. The alien lay there. Dead. The guards ran to the president to see if he was alright…
Maria turned off the TV. She had seen 'Independence Day' just too many times. Her Nan lived just round the corner so it was easy for Maria to visit her favourite relative.
"Don’t do a Little Red Riding hood!" her mum would say, "Watch out for wolves, and um...er...don’t pick any flowers for Granny!".
"Mum, this is a council estate, there aren’t any flowers to pick!" replied Maria, playing along with another of her mum’s terrible jokes.
She left the house thinking about what to get for her grandmother at the corner shop. "Walnut Whirls? Nahhh. She's on a diet," she said out aloud, "She likes tulips, or maybe even one of those little Dairy Milk bars?" The 75 meters to grandma's place was just too much, especially when your thinking about food! After a long time in the corner shop, she realised that the 32 pence for a Turkish Delight wasn’t a huge price so she decided to get it!
When she arrived at her destination, she pushed open the green door (it was on the latch) of her grandmothers bungalow. "Granny, Granny are you here, it’s Maria, I got you some Turkish Delight," she called out as she walked into her wonderfully tidy lounge. Granny’s house always had this brilliant smell about it. As if there was an ongoing session of bread baking. Her grandma wasn’t there. "Granny?" she paused. "Granny?...GRANNY! WERE ARE YOU?".
Mum’s mum was missing!
She dreadedly poked her head round the doorframe of the lounge, expecting to find her dead grandma in the armchair. Phew! She wasn’t dead but to Maria’s horror, at least 25 knitted jumpers were sprawled across the floor and one jumper on the chair. This jumper was filled with holes. This was Granny’s sweater. The one that Maria and her had started only the week before. "Oh Granny, what has happened to you?".
Next up for inspection was the kitchen. Full of sharp objects, this was the most obvious place for a murder or an accidental death. She jumped back at what she saw. The purifier had blood-stained blades and splatters of blood up the walls. Maria fancied herself as a bit of a detective but this case was too distressing to solve.
She ran. She was approaching the corner shop at a phenomenal speed when suddenly, BASH! She bumped into an old man and fainted.
"Braaa boooo, gaaaa" whined Maria as he regained consciousness. "My head...".
"It’s OK pet, ill get ya a bag of peas" said her Granny - it wasn't a man but she was very hairy for an old woman. After a short interval of rummaging about in the fridge-freezer she returned.
"Gwanndmad...I mean gwanny, sorry, Granny" stumbled Maria, slowly. "I thought you were dead!".
"No, pet" replied Granny, puzzled. "...at least, I don’t think so!" She placed the bag of peas on her granddaughter’s head.
"Who’s insides are splattered around the kitchen then?" Maria questioned, slowly edging back from her older relative.
"Kid’s imaginations these days," announced Granny. "What do they think? It’s not the guts of some poor paper-boy that was overcharging me! It’s the second attempt of my tomato purée." Maria was thinking now that her gran had or at least was loosing it a bit.
"So that’s where you were!" Maria managed to get a word in edgeways. "Down at the corner shop re-stocking on tomatoes!" here expression changed from intelligent, to smart, to puzzled and finally to clueless. "But, er, what about the jumpers, and our sweater?"
"My cupboard." said Granny in her ‘I know everything and you know nothing’ voice, "Is no big enough for all the jumpers that I have knitted so, I have to throw some stuff out to make room for the new things. Simple."
"Oh and by the way..." added Granny, taking a purple wrapper out of her pocket. "...You dropped this earlier". She opened the Turkish Delight and popped it into her mouth.
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All in all, pretty pointless. Well, welcome to my little world of extreme boredom...
This story is quite disturbing for something written by an 11 year old...
½pint wrote:
> I've written stranger. Aliens in wheelchairs? That's one of my more
> ordinary stories...
Right....
> I've written stranger. Aliens in wheelchairs? That's one of my more
> ordinary stories...
Right....
??? eh?
I've written stranger. Aliens in wheelchairs? That's one of my more ordinary stories...
Yo,
I wrote this story when I was 11! Why not have a read and tell me if you like it...
__________________________________________________
Location - Secret Military Base - Nevada, USA
Codename - AREA 51
The President was shocked, he walked into the room and saw it. His mind trapped. Eventually, the excruciating telepathic connection was severed. A guard broke the glass, and shot the alien with his 9mm berretta. It took six ear-ripping shots to finish it off. The alien lay there. Dead. The guards ran to the president to see if he was alright…
Maria turned off the TV. She had seen 'Independence Day' just too many times. Her Nan lived just round the corner so it was easy for Maria to visit her favourite relative.
"Don’t do a Little Red Riding hood!" her mum would say, "Watch out for wolves, and um...er...don’t pick any flowers for Granny!".
"Mum, this is a council estate, there aren’t any flowers to pick!" replied Maria, playing along with another of her mum’s terrible jokes.
She left the house thinking about what to get for her grandmother at the corner shop. "Walnut Whirls? Nahhh. She's on a diet," she said out aloud, "She likes tulips, or maybe even one of those little Dairy Milk bars?" The 75 meters to grandma's place was just too much, especially when your thinking about food! After a long time in the corner shop, she realised that the 32 pence for a Turkish Delight wasn’t a huge price so she decided to get it!
When she arrived at her destination, she pushed open the green door (it was on the latch) of her grandmothers bungalow. "Granny, Granny are you here, it’s Maria, I got you some Turkish Delight," she called out as she walked into her wonderfully tidy lounge. Granny’s house always had this brilliant smell about it. As if there was an ongoing session of bread baking. Her grandma wasn’t there. "Granny?" she paused. "Granny?...GRANNY! WERE ARE YOU?".
Mum’s mum was missing!
She dreadedly poked her head round the doorframe of the lounge, expecting to find her dead grandma in the armchair. Phew! She wasn’t dead but to Maria’s horror, at least 25 knitted jumpers were sprawled across the floor and one jumper on the chair. This jumper was filled with holes. This was Granny’s sweater. The one that Maria and her had started only the week before. "Oh Granny, what has happened to you?".
Next up for inspection was the kitchen. Full of sharp objects, this was the most obvious place for a murder or an accidental death. She jumped back at what she saw. The purifier had blood-stained blades and splatters of blood up the walls. Maria fancied herself as a bit of a detective but this case was too distressing to solve.
She ran. She was approaching the corner shop at a phenomenal speed when suddenly, BASH! She bumped into an old man and fainted.
"Braaa boooo, gaaaa" whined Maria as he regained consciousness. "My head...".
"It’s OK pet, ill get ya a bag of peas" said her Granny - it wasn't a man but she was very hairy for an old woman. After a short interval of rummaging about in the fridge-freezer she returned.
"Gwanndmad...I mean gwanny, sorry, Granny" stumbled Maria, slowly. "I thought you were dead!".
"No, pet" replied Granny, puzzled. "...at least, I don’t think so!" She placed the bag of peas on her granddaughter’s head.
"Who’s insides are splattered around the kitchen then?" Maria questioned, slowly edging back from her older relative.
"Kid’s imaginations these days," announced Granny. "What do they think? It’s not the guts of some poor paper-boy that was overcharging me! It’s the second attempt of my tomato purée." Maria was thinking now that her gran had or at least was loosing it a bit.
"So that’s where you were!" Maria managed to get a word in edgeways. "Down at the corner shop re-stocking on tomatoes!" here expression changed from intelligent, to smart, to puzzled and finally to clueless. "But, er, what about the jumpers, and our sweater?"
"My cupboard." said Granny in her ‘I know everything and you know nothing’ voice, "Is no big enough for all the jumpers that I have knitted so, I have to throw some stuff out to make room for the new things. Simple."
"Oh and by the way..." added Granny, taking a purple wrapper out of her pocket. "...You dropped this earlier". She opened the Turkish Delight and popped it into her mouth.
__________________________________________________
All in all, pretty pointless. Well, welcome to my little world of extreme boredom...
I wrote this story when I was 11! Why not have a read and tell me if you like it...
__________________________________________________
Location - Secret Military Base - Nevada, USA
Codename - AREA 51
The President was shocked, he walked into the room and saw it. His mind trapped. Eventually, the excruciating telepathic connection was severed. A guard broke the glass, and shot the alien with his 9mm berretta. It took six ear-ripping shots to finish it off. The alien lay there. Dead. The guards ran to the president to see if he was alright…
Maria turned off the TV. She had seen 'Independence Day' just too many times. Her Nan lived just round the corner so it was easy for Maria to visit her favourite relative.
"Don’t do a Little Red Riding hood!" her mum would say, "Watch out for wolves, and um...er...don’t pick any flowers for Granny!".
"Mum, this is a council estate, there aren’t any flowers to pick!" replied Maria, playing along with another of her mum’s terrible jokes.
She left the house thinking about what to get for her grandmother at the corner shop. "Walnut Whirls? Nahhh. She's on a diet," she said out aloud, "She likes tulips, or maybe even one of those little Dairy Milk bars?" The 75 meters to grandma's place was just too much, especially when your thinking about food! After a long time in the corner shop, she realised that the 32 pence for a Turkish Delight wasn’t a huge price so she decided to get it!
When she arrived at her destination, she pushed open the green door (it was on the latch) of her grandmothers bungalow. "Granny, Granny are you here, it’s Maria, I got you some Turkish Delight," she called out as she walked into her wonderfully tidy lounge. Granny’s house always had this brilliant smell about it. As if there was an ongoing session of bread baking. Her grandma wasn’t there. "Granny?" she paused. "Granny?...GRANNY! WERE ARE YOU?".
Mum’s mum was missing!
She dreadedly poked her head round the doorframe of the lounge, expecting to find her dead grandma in the armchair. Phew! She wasn’t dead but to Maria’s horror, at least 25 knitted jumpers were sprawled across the floor and one jumper on the chair. This jumper was filled with holes. This was Granny’s sweater. The one that Maria and her had started only the week before. "Oh Granny, what has happened to you?".
Next up for inspection was the kitchen. Full of sharp objects, this was the most obvious place for a murder or an accidental death. She jumped back at what she saw. The purifier had blood-stained blades and splatters of blood up the walls. Maria fancied herself as a bit of a detective but this case was too distressing to solve.
She ran. She was approaching the corner shop at a phenomenal speed when suddenly, BASH! She bumped into an old man and fainted.
"Braaa boooo, gaaaa" whined Maria as he regained consciousness. "My head...".
"It’s OK pet, ill get ya a bag of peas" said her Granny - it wasn't a man but she was very hairy for an old woman. After a short interval of rummaging about in the fridge-freezer she returned.
"Gwanndmad...I mean gwanny, sorry, Granny" stumbled Maria, slowly. "I thought you were dead!".
"No, pet" replied Granny, puzzled. "...at least, I don’t think so!" She placed the bag of peas on her granddaughter’s head.
"Who’s insides are splattered around the kitchen then?" Maria questioned, slowly edging back from her older relative.
"Kid’s imaginations these days," announced Granny. "What do they think? It’s not the guts of some poor paper-boy that was overcharging me! It’s the second attempt of my tomato purée." Maria was thinking now that her gran had or at least was loosing it a bit.
"So that’s where you were!" Maria managed to get a word in edgeways. "Down at the corner shop re-stocking on tomatoes!" here expression changed from intelligent, to smart, to puzzled and finally to clueless. "But, er, what about the jumpers, and our sweater?"
"My cupboard." said Granny in her ‘I know everything and you know nothing’ voice, "Is no big enough for all the jumpers that I have knitted so, I have to throw some stuff out to make room for the new things. Simple."
"Oh and by the way..." added Granny, taking a purple wrapper out of her pocket. "...You dropped this earlier". She opened the Turkish Delight and popped it into her mouth.
__________________________________________________
All in all, pretty pointless. Well, welcome to my little world of extreme boredom...