Original Stories
The Lost Spoon and Why I Don’t LIke Forks
by Chase, age 10, California
"“Jack!” “Come down and eat dinner!” I hear my mom say. “We're having spaghetti!” “Coming, mom!” I tell her. “I’ll be right down in a second!” I walk down the stairs, and I walk over to the counter.“Do you want a big or small fork for your spaghetti?” she asks me. “I want a spoon.” I tell her. “Big fork or small fork?” she asks me again.”I want a spoon.” I tell her “Okay then.” she says.I go and sit down at the table and start eating when I realize it. I don’t have a spoon… Instead, there’s a FORK at my plate. What an INSULT. My sister knows I absolutely despise forks.They’re despicable little things. They think they’re so cool with my lucky number three. They have three prongs. See? They’re just Insulting. And here's TWO reasons why. It was one year ago, when we were eating thanksgiving dinner, when THE INCIDENT happened. All of the food had just been freshly cooked and I was there with all of my cousins and family and I was going to get to be the one to CUT THE TURKEY.In my family, cutting the turkey isLEGENDARY. It's a really big honor, and I was REALLY looking forward to it. My mom set the turkey down in front of me and I stood up, ready to cut it.I brought the knife and fork down to the turkey, and when the fork punctures the turkey that’s when IT happens. Broth explodes out from the turkey, and absolutely SOAKS me. I see my sister pull out her phone and take a picture of me.Later, the next day, I see the picture she posted. It says #BrotherFails. THAT is why I don't get along with my sister, and why I absolutely absolutely HATE forks. and just to have a bit of color, here’s some plain ol’ logic. Forks are the worst. You can't do anything with them. Tomato soup? Nope. Ice cream? Just melts right through. But SPOONS… spoons can cut things and are good for scooping. You know that melty ice cream that just slipped through the prongs of your fork? Here's a spoon! That tomato soup you can't just seem to scoop into your mouth?!!!!!! (oh, hey that rhymed!) Introducing the spoon! It’s great for cutting jello, and is good at almost anything! I love them! BUT FORKS. THEY STOLE MY LUCKY NUMBER. I ABSOLUTELY ____ THEM AND I JUST WANNA ____ ____ __ ____ . See? They’re horrible and OFFENSIVE while spoons are useful AND awesome!“Where’s my spoon?” I ask my sister. “I dunno. Dont ask me, stupid.” She says to me. “Not my turn to keep track of it.” “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with forks.” “Yes there is. ” I tell her “They’re insulting.” “I hate them.”. “Well, not MY problem. Deal with it yourself.”Sisters are annoying. “Hey, mom? Have you seen my spoon?” I ask her “No, I don't know where it is. I thought you had it.” “I guess that means… OUR ONLY SPOON IS MISSING!!!” “Who cares?” my sister says “Jessica, be nice to your brother!” my mom says.“Whatever.” my sister says “I’ll help you look for your missing spoon, jake” my mom says “Thanks mom, now where do you think it is?” “I don't know '' I reply. “Let's just start looking.”.Three hours later… “I still can’t find the spoon!” I say. “There is one place you haven’t checked.” My sister says. “The Toilet.” “Are you serious?” I ask her. “Hey, don't look at me like I STOLE IT!” “I’m just trying to help!” “I can't believe I'm doing this.” I say as I walk over to the toilet. I stick my hand in but I find NOTHING. My sister is a jerk. She’s always been one. ""I still haven't checked outside."" I say to myself. I go and check all the grocery stores and restaurants in town. Nothing. Not even the ice cream store had my special spoon, and those guys have like, A MILLION. My sister MUST have it. Oh, why did I ever let her trick me into sticking my hand into the toilet? I'm so stupid for thinking she didn't. I walk over to my house and then I head upstairs and barge into her room. ""WHERE DID YOU PUT IT!"" I shout at her. ""I didn't."" She says to me. ""I know where it is, but I didn't hide it."". ""I'll leave it to you to find out where it is."" She smirks. ""Then I give up."" I tell her as I walk out of the room. I go ask mom if she's seen my special spoon, but she says no. Oof. I head upstairs and go to bed, and you can probably guess what I dreamed of. Spoons Tons and Tons of SPOONS. Spaghetti spoons. Broccoli spoons. A Million other types of spoons, but out of all of the spoons, one catches my eye. A one made out of pure gold. I walk towards it, but right when I reach towards it, I wake up. Since it's the weekend, I can do cartoons if its past seven, so I head downstairs and pick up the remote when I see it. Oh, I am so so so SO STUPID! Jessica was right. She didn't take the spoon. It was in my hand the WHOLE ENTIRE TIME. The End
Backwards Town
by Juniper, age 11, Canada
Once upon a time there was a town that did everything backwards. One day, a girl named Stephanie-May was going out to the store. Her parents had given her a list of stuff they needed to get. The list contained: A light bulb, tissues, and orange juice with NO PULP (because Stephanie-May’s father hated pulp).
When Stephanie-May got to the store, she went up to a worker and said, “Hey, where do you keep the light bulbs?”
“They’re in the back corner,” the worker replied.
So Stephanie-May went to the back corner but there was no light bulbs. She checked every other corner of the store. She thought there was no way that someone would tell her it was in the back corner when it was actually in the front, but when she checked the front corner, sitting there in plain sight was the light bulbs. Stephanie bought one.
She went looking for tissues. She went up to a worker at the store and asked, “Where do you sell the tissues?”
“Oh! Right next to the ice cream machine,” said the worker.
Stephanie-May went to the ice cream machine. But when she went to look next to it, there weren’t any tissues. She looked behind it, beside it, and in front of it, and there were no tissues! But due to what happened with the light bulb, Stephanie-May knew she should look in the place that was the exact opposite of the ice cream machine. So she looked at the hot chocolate machine. And there the tissues were!
“Gee, this really is backwards town,” said Stephanie-May.
She went looking for orange juice. She went up to a worker and asked, “Hey, where do you sell the orange juice?”
And the worker said, “On the top of that shelf right there.”
To Stephanie-May’s astonishment, the orange juice was at the exact opposite! Hanging like a bat from the bottom of the shelf! This was just too crazy. Stephanie-May paid for all her things and rushed home.
When she got home, Stephanie-May’s family tried out the light bulb. The second they screwed in the light bulb, all the lights went out in Stephanie-May’s house. The house was dark and kind of scary!
“Hmmmm, that’s strange,” said Stephanie-May’s Mom. “My nose is a little runny. Thankfully you got those tissues.” But when Stephanie-May’s Mom put the tissues up to her nose, instead of wiping her nose the tissues only made her nose MORE runny! She tried again and again but kept getting the same result. Her nose was all wet and cold and her body was covered in snot. The floor was starting to get slimy.
“That orange juice looks good! Stephanie-May, you followed my description. The label says NO PULP,” said Stephanie-May’s father. He took a big gulp but the second the orange juice touched his mouth he realized that this was not orange juice at all! In fact, it was JUST PULP! Stephanie’s father immediately started barfing like crazy because he hated pulp.
“Ugh! I HATE Backwards Town! If something says hot, it’s going to be cold! If something says up it’s going to be down! Right, left. It’s all BACKWARDS!” said Stephanie-May.
“But that’s why we LOVE IT!” said Stephanie-May’s father. (ironic music plays in the background).
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