Aug. 14, 2008 - A Wonderful Birthday For Anna - Story By Narniagirl
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A Wonderful Birthday For Anna
A short story by Kylie.
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Thirteen-year-old Anna Winston made her way towards the fire. “Oh, it’s
cold!” she said. Anna pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders. 18-year-
old Jeremiah looked up from his whittling. “Yes, ‘tis very cold.” Fifteen-year-old
Rachael sat, knitting by the fire. “Tomorrow’s my birthday,” Anna sighed. “I’ll be fourteen.” Jeremiah looked up with a twinkle in his eyes. “Don’t give up,” he said.
Anna sent a wary look in his direction. Quickly Jeremiah looked down. Mr. and Mrs.
Winston were out in town, with Jeremiah looking after them. “What are you knitting,
Rachael?” Anna asked. “Oh, nothing,” Rachael replied, but Anna thought she saw the
twinkle again. “Anna,” Jeremiah said, “’tis nine o’ clock. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“Yes, Jerry. I’ll go.” Although Anna did not want to, she got up from her perch on the
ottoman and went up the ladder. Putting on her nightshift and grabbing the bed-warmer from Mrs. and Mr. Winston’ s fireplace, Anna crawled into the little bed she and Rachael shared. In less than a minute, Anna was asleep.
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Anna awoke to a cold bed and icicles from the ceiling. Climbing out of bed, Anna
slipped off her nightshift and put on her blue calico. Anna buttoned her dress and put on
her black stockings. She pulled on her black boots and buttoned the twenty-two buttons
with the buttonhook. Anna reached for her bed-warmer, but it was gone. Rachael
must’ve taken it, she thought. Anna hurried down the ladder. Rachael was making butter-milk pancakes. Two-year-olds Joshua and Elizabeth were in the wooden highchairs Mr.
Winston and Jeremiah had made for them. Anna’s hopes sank when she saw Mr. and Mrs. Winston were not home yet. Rachael read her thoughts and said, “yes, Ma and Pa aren’t home yet, but look,” Rachael jabbed her finger at Anna’s plate. There, on the plat-ter, was a medium box and a little box. “May I open it?” she asked. “Certainly,” Jeremiah
said, coming into the kitchen.
“Wait for us!” the six-year-old twins, Tim and Tara, said, coming in. Tim and Tara had big grins on their faces. “Go ahead,” Rachael nodded at her.
Anna opened the medium box first. Inside was a lavender colored sweater, a green dress and a crisp white pinafore. Anna recognized Rachael’s tiny, perfect stitches. Anna saw Rachael wink at her. “Open the little one,” Jeremiah said. Anna opened the little box. Inside was a wooden puppy holding an upper case A.
“We have something for you, too!” Tim and Tara said. Tim handed Anna an embroidered handkerchief. Pinned to it was a flower pin, the same color as the sweater. “Thanks, Tim, Tara,” Anna said.
“Why don’t you go get your new things on?” Jeremiah suggested. Anna hurried upstairs. She took off her blue calico and put on the green dress, pinafore and lavender sweater. Anna pinned the flower to her sweater.
When she came downstairs, the front door was open, and Mr. Winston was moving things from town inside. Mr. Winston paused to hug his daughter. “Have you grown?” he asked, his eyes laughing. Anna laughed along. “Anna,” Mrs. Winston said, “Pa and I brought something for you.” Producing a small velvet box, Mrs. Winston gave it to Anna. She opened it, and out came a beautiful sterling silver locket.
“Thank you Ma, thanks, Pa,” Anna said, hugging the locket to her chest. “Thank you.”
THE END
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Aug. 5, 2008 - "Just Henry" - A Story By Renee a.k.a CrochetCrazy
"Just Henry"
A story by Renee aka CrochetCrazy.
“Henry, please come here!” Momma called.
“Yes, Momma?” Henry answered, wondering if he was in trouble.
“Henry, what did I tell you about bringing snakes into the house?” his mother said in an irritated tone.
“Don’t bring any snaked in the house, especially the ones with rattles.” replied Henry in a downcast tone.
“Well… This looks like a snake to me, and it sounds like it’s rattling!”
“But Momma-!”
“No ‘buts’! To your room immediately, young man.”
“Yes, ma’am.” As Henry stomped up the stairs he began to think of what he’d done. He wondered if he should feel sorry for the snake, or sorry for brining it in the house. He opted to feel sorry for bringing it in the house, in fear of further frustrating his momma. "She may be my momma, but she can’t keep me from helping out the things God’s created," Henry thought, while he was holding back his tears. Once he got to his room, though, he couldn’t hold them back any longer. He broke down.
"They make it so clear—they don’t love me, they think I’m just a nuisance… I’m not going to stay here if they don’t want me. That’s it! I’m gonna’ run away! That’s a great idea! Then I can open up a veterinary clinic and help all the animals," he thought. That’s exactly what he did. He ran away from home. Lots of children have ideas to do such a thing, but most of them don’t ever do it.
But Henry did. His parents wept when they read the note he left behind… it read the following - "Momma and Pa, I have decided to run away, and I don’t believe I’ll be coming back anytime soon. You can chase after me if you want, but you won’t find me. I’ve run far, far away. I left at midnight, when y’all were asleep. I believe that y’all are glad I’m gone. Y’all didn’t want me or my slimy, slithery friends… especially the ones that have a musical instrument built-into their tails. Bye-bye… forever, --Henry ".
They immediately sent out a search party, but had no luck for a week. What Henry was doing for that week is rather surprising! "Alright, I’m gonna’ need an axe, a hammer, some nails and screws, and a screwdriver…" he said to himself. He went down to the local hardware store’s dumpster and found an axe, a hammer, some nails and screws, and a screwdriver that the store had discarded. Now all he needed was some help…
But who was gonna’ help a kid who had run away from his family? Then one day, he found someone. It was a gentleman, who was sitting on the side of the road. Henry walked up to the man and started a friendly conversation, like you would have with one of your old pals.
“Hello, old sir!” Henry said with a smile.
“Well hello, young sir!” The gentleman said as he laughed.
“How are you today?” said Henry to the gentleman.
“I’m doing just fine.” he said in reply. “Might I interest you in some employment?”
“How much does it pay?” “Hmm… That all depends on how long it takes…”
“Why, whatever do you mean?” the man said curiously.
“I’m going to open a veterinary clinic, and I need somebody to help me build the building. Would you be willing to help?” Henry asked.
“Well, sure! I got nothin’ better to do!” cried the old man.
“Great! Follow me!” So the Henry and the gentleman set off to the site that Henry had been clearing.
“Here she is!” Henry said, beaming.
“Son, you don’t have a foundation laid or nothin’!” the old man cried in a tone of dispair.
“A… foundation?” Henry asked , shakily.
“Yes, son," replied the old man. "If you don’t got a proper foundation, your building’s gonna’ shake and rattle whenever a heavy wind comes ‘round!”
“Oh… Well, we can chop down some trees real quick, come on!” said Henry as he scurried to get the axe.
“No, son, you gotta’ use concrete. By the way, where’d you get such a nice axe, anyway?”
“I found it in an alley behind the local hardware store.”
“You do know that’s considered stealin’, right son?” asked the old man.
“No, it was in the alley, by the trash can," Henry said. "So I figured they didn’t want it anymore! That’s where I found the hammer and the nails and screws! Did I steal those, too?”
“Look, boy," said the old man, in a softer tone, "I don’t know where you come from and I don’t know your name, but you’re a thief. Where are your parents?”
“Back home,” Henry replied, looking at the ground as he spoke.
“What do you mean, ‘back home’?” asked the old man. Henry explained the whole story to the gentleman and here’s what their verdict was… “First off, you need to go return those things to where you found them. Second, you need to go back home. I bet your parents are worried sick about you!”
“No, sir, they’re not. They don’t like me,” Henry said.
“Oh, son, what makes you say that?” cried the gentleman.
“They don’t let me take my snakes in the house,' Henry replied, trying not to sound like he was going to cry.
“Son, that’s just for your safety!" the old gentleman said in soft tone, as he took Henry into his arms. "They want what’s best for you. All they want is for you to have fun—and stay safe at the same time.”
“Alright, sir," Henry said, wiping his eyes. "I’ll go home and ask ‘em if they missed me.”
“Good for you," the old gentleman said. "By the way," he added as Henry walked down the street, "what’s your name?”
“Henry,” Henry replied.
“Just Henry?” the old gentleman said, eying him curiously.
“No, but that’s what I like to be called," Henry said. "Just Henry.”
After leaving the old gentleman, Henry returned the stuff to the hardware store. The he went home. It turned out that his parents did miss him, and that they only wanted what was best for him.
"Guess that old man was right…" Henry told himself as he lay in bed that night. "I wonder what his name is…?" and he drifted off to sleep with the question still ringing in his
Thank you, Renee. This was a great story. Now, I have decided to do a little thing on here for each week. If anyone has a picture they think is neat or a picture of something they saw, please send it to Renee, and she will make a story out of it. If you have an incident that happened in your life, tell me what it is! I will write a story based on that. Does that sound ok? Please... send 'em in! You can go to Renee's blog and leave her a comment telling her you have a picture you want her to make a story out of. Ask her how she wants you to contact her in a comment. :) (her blog is linked above.)
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Jul. 29, 2008 - Sammy Finds a Home - Story by Narnigirl
Here is a story written by my dear friend, Kylie. Enjoy. I thought it was pretty cute!
Written from the perspective of a tabby kitten.
“Meow.”
As that pitiful sound escaped my mouth, I saw a slim girl with blonde hair in a ragged T-shirt and cut-off jeans looking to be 11 stare at me. I didn’t want to draw attention, but I was just so hungry. I hadn’t had anything real to eat for three days, except for a small nibble of stale food from a garbage can yesterday morning.
I cowered and was ready to run as the girl walked over to me, a compassionate look on her face. I didn’t want to trust her, I’d been betrayed many times, but something about her was different from the others. I decided to relax a little.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” the girl said, holding her arms out to me. I thought she must be crazy if she thought a cat treated as bad as I have would come to her just like that. But I surprised myself. Before I knew it, I was in her arms. Oh, it felt SO good to be held again.
Just then, I saw Buster, a large dog who was a member of “Jaws”, a gang that had a habit of hurting other street animals for no reason at all. He was looking at me, with a menacing glint in his eyes.
I knew it was my cue to go, and I jumped out of the girl’s arms. She jumped back in surprise, avoiding my razor sharp claws, and started waving her arms and yelling, “Come back, kitty, come back!” It tore my heart apart, for I felt I had finally found a friend, but I couldn’t stay in the gaze of Buster. After I was safely behind a garbage can, I looked back and saw the girl kneeling on the sidewalk, and it looked like she was crying.
I considered going back, but I decided it was too much of a risk with Buster still glaring from his hideout. Torn, I scampered away before I decided to go back.
10 years later
I had changed a lot over the years. I was now known as “Grandpa” among my other cat friends. I had also gotten in a few tiffs with Buster and his gang, and had a nasty scar over my right eye where one of his dogs had ripped off some skin. I was so skinny that you could see my ribs.
I was roaming the streets one day when I saw a red car parked on the side of the road. Since cars are so plentiful, I shouldn’t have bothered, and I don’t know what I did. But something about the car intrigued me, and I sat down to watch.
As I thought, the driver’s side door opened, and a slim woman with blonde hair stepped out. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked like the girl that had held me so long ago!
I meowed softly, and the woman looked up, surprised. She muttered something, but then looked down and took out a cell phone and started dialing.
I decided I had to take more action. Sauntering casually over to her, I pawed at her leg, being careful to retract my claws. The woman looked down, and dropping her cell phone immediately picked me up, gasping and talking to herself.
“Could it be?” she asked. “Are you the cat that I met in the alley?” I meowed, and the lady hugged me so hard I had trouble breathing.
“I prayed all these years that you’d come back,” she said, with tears in her eyes. “Now God has brought you back to me.” She hugged me again.
“I’m taking you straight home,” she said.
The woman, whose name was Karen, took me home to meet her husband, Bill, and baby boy named Willie. She decided to call me Sammy, which is just the way I like it.
After ten years, I had finally found a home.
©Narniagirl2008
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Jan. 2, 2008 - Does God Care? - A Story By doglvr
This is a short story that Sharla gave the idea for. Here you go!!
Walking home, Brian was crying. "I've never cried before this much before. I need to stop. Huh. I can't though," he thought. Brian's best friend had told him that he was a weirdo, then everyone else in the group joined in and laughed. He ran out as he heard them still mocking him. "Go read your bible" they mocked, and "go pray to your God" they yelled after him.
He stormed through the house and ran up stairs before his mom could say anything. He knew that she would make some big deal about it , even though he was making a big deal out of it. He ran in to his room and stepped and stomped on his Bible. He threw it against the wall.
"God doesn't even hear my crying!" he shouted. "Like this would really work in my life," he said as he picked up his Bible and slammed it on the floor.
He laid in his bed wondering to himself, "Was this what God meant when he told us to love Him no matter what?"
He walked down stairs. He saw his mom was sitting at the kitchen table reading her bible. He decided to go back up stairs and read his Bible. He walked back down stairs after reading a couple of chapters. Then he went to the kitchen and told his mom everything.
"Well," she said, "have you talked to God about it?"
"I did mom," Brian said. "I did."
Have you talked to God today? Have you read your Bible? Even when things seems like the whole world is against you, just remember that God will never, ever, ever be against you. You can read His Word and see that.
Thank you Sharla for that story! And thank you, Jennifer for writing it. :)
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