Bishopstown's Creative Writers

The Writers are part of the Foróige Bishopstown and Curraheen Youth Project, a youth project aimed at engaging young people in developmental and educational opportunities that enhance their life experiences and potential!

 

Sam

by Ríona Mullally, age 10yrs

*Ding Dong...Ding Dong...* the doorbell sang. "Who could that be?" I thought. As I opened the door, I saw with my very own eyes, a massive, cardboard, box. It was labelled:

Miss. Sam

56 Same Drive

The House with no Chimney

When I unwrapped the rather large box, it appeared to be a new world! I was confused. 

Then, I remembered that Aunt Mary was going to send me a new planet! "I have been wanting this for years!" I exclaimed. I brought it inside and hopped into my very own, new Earth! 

"Why, hello, Sam!" cried the people, as I passed by. "Hello! Hello..." I would respond. If I had a choice, I would have had a café with my name on it, but unfortunately, my new world didn't come with a free restaurant, with the name Sam. 

Then, I saw the most beautiful hotel ever! As I entered, the person at the counter bowed to me, then said that I could stay for FREE ! "Wow!" I thought, as I thanked her. 

In the room I was staying, there was high quality service and a luxury bed to snuggle into whenever I got tired. Sometime later, it got really dark. I went out for a walk. One of the green moons was shining bright tonight, it was magnificent! 

As I made my way back to the hotel, they welcomed me back. I was delighted! I was then brought to my room, where I lay. “Night!” whispered the room service person. When I woke up, I wasn’t in the luxury of the hotel bed. There wasn’t a nice person saying “Good morning!” to wake me up. I was back in my own bed. I looked around for my box, I couldn’t see it… it was gone! 

“Mom!” I shouted. “Are you okay?! What happened?!” Mom was so worried when she heard me scream. “I’m here! What happened? Was it another nightmare?!” Mom was getting herself into a frenzy, again. “I’m fine...” I muttered. “Just a dream...” Mom looked at me with that face, “That’s all you wanted me for?” She looked disappointed. “Well, it’s just... it felt so... real!” I stuttered. “Very well then, get on your uniform, just forget that the dream ever happened.” Mom walked out of the room. “But! I can’t just forg-” I started, “Like I said, just forget it,” Mom interrupted me. “What an amazing dream...” I wondered. 

 
 

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