here is a story I wrote called Under the Sidewalk:
Under
the sidewalk
the
crack
Jon
sat on the road side. He was nine. His mother and father had died in
a house fire. His hopes of finding money or an orphanage were fading
away. All he had left were his old, dirty clothing, a few coins and a
blanket to keep warm.
He
walked past a bakery and smelled the wonderful smells coming from it,
knowing that all the food in there was way to expensive for
him.
He
walked past a candy store. He went in, then he walked up to the first
shelf he saw and grabbed the first chocolate he saw and checked the
price. It was 25 cents, and guess what! He had 50 cents! So he
got another chocolate to, then he one of the chocolates very fast.
That
evening he noticed a small crack in the sidewalk. It had warm air and
complete silence coming from it. Jon put his face against it. He
loved the warm air on his face. Just then he noticed he was wasting
time! The concrete seemed very crumbly near the crack and he thought
that if he found the right rock he could break the concrete, go under
the sidewalk, and see what was under there (but of course he would
block the crack after)! So he went in search of a rock. He searched
in a gutter beside the road, but did not find any rocks that where
even nearly big enough then he searched in the community
garden. But still, no good sized rocks, So he went to search in the
forest on the other side of the road. Sure enough, a few minutes
later he arrived at the crack again carrying a perfect sized rock,
and started to break the sidewalk with it.
The
Meadow
As
Jon hit the side walk, tiny bits of concrete crumbled away, into the
dark, and very mysterious,
hole.
It
seemed like it had taken forever, but finally he got a big enough
hole.
All
he could see was darkness, for miles, and at the very end a tiny dot
of light, a very tiny
one, and by
darkness, I mean pitch black!
So at first Jon was not so sure about going in the hole, but as the
night got more cold, he decided the hole was much
warmer than outside, even if it meant being
in the pitch black, it would be better than sleeping on concrete in
the cold. So he hopped in the hole.
There
where rungs on every one of the four sides of the hole, and he did
not like the feeling of falling, so he grabbed onto one of the rungs,
and started to climb up. The rungs led to a spiral staircase. He
started to climb op the staircase. As he climbed he counted the
stairs “one...five...eleven...fifteen...”
until he got to the eighteenth stair, and on the eighteenth stair he
found a note. The note said “hello
my friend. At
last
we meet again. I am Asio, the king of the darkness, there
is a switch in your brain to turn on the light.”.
Jon
did not understand! A switch in his brain to turn on the light? he
kept on walking.
Fifteen
steps up, he found another note! This one said “think
and get ideas!”
so Jon sat on the steps and thought about what the notes might have
meant, and sure enough, he got an idea! And sure enough in one minute
he was a tiny (indeed
tiny! Only two inches tall I mean!) person
lying in the most gigantic and amazing
meadow! How
did he get there? He thought! How did he get tiny? He thought, and it
turned the switch on in his brain, and it is true, every one is just
a small person in a giant world! Even you! Even me!
The
meadow had lots of huge flowers, and there were gigantic wild horses
running around!
Jon
was a little bit scared, and a little bit happy, but most of all
excited and in a whirl!
The
first thing that happened was that he almost got stepped on by a
horse, then a
big wind came and shot him across the field, right into a big tree!
Next, when he thought it was over, he got picked up by a huge raven
and dropped on top of the tallest tree in the meadow. It was like it
was all planned out! One thing after the other! And he barely had
time to think about this because a few minutes after he had landed on
the tree, a big eagle picked him up, and dropped him on the head of
one of the horses. Jon realized that riding a horse was quite fun,
and because of this, he did not pay any attention to the light, and
when he finally fell off
the horse, it was pitch black. And since he could not see, he had to
feel his way through the grass until he found a buttercup. He started
to climb up the buttercup, but about half way up, he slipped, and
fell of the other side, and into a hole, and down, down, down, down,
and...plop! He was on the ground, but it was still quite
dark, so he went to sleep.
A
Dream
That
night, Jon had a dream. In his dream he was staying in an B&B
called the Blueberry B&B. The B&B was meant for small people
and he had found it behind a tree in the forest next to the meadow.
He thought that because he was small, he would be aloud to stay
there, and he was right that he was aloud to stay there, and he did
stay there.
The
owner of the B&B was a newt, the food server for the B&B was
a caterpillar, and the cleaner was a rat. Because he was dreaming, he
did not think it was a weird B&B, or even an interesting one, and
for this reason he did not watch out in the night, and he got robbed
by the rat.
A
New Home
When
Jon woke up, he looked around him, everything was very silent. The
only thing that Jon could hear was the wind in the grass. The horses
were not out, there were no bugs loudly munching on leaves.
Jon
found a bunch of sticks in the hole and a hammer and some nails. He
quickly built a ladder out of sticks and nails, and climbed out of
the hole.
The
grass was wet from dew. Jon cupped his hands around a drop of water,
and drank it.
Jon
decided that he would venture into the woods and try to find a good
place to stay.
After
a while of walking, he found a small, waterproof, and dry fort that
someone had made. Jon
ran back to his old hole and got his hammer and the remaining nails.
When he got back to the fort he hammered it all together so it would
be extra strong. He made himself a bed out of needles and twigs. He
gathered rocks to make a fire pit. He made a seat by the fire, and
started off on a hunt for caterpillars.
Food
Even
though Jon was very good at finding caterpillars, (he was good at
finding caterpillars because he had practiced it in the days when the
only things he could do where wander around the forest next to the
road and sit on the sidewalk) this was a different type of forest
than at home and he could not seem to find any, so Jon decided to
empty his pockets and see whats inside them, he often kept useful
things in his pockets. Inside his pockets he found the
pocket guide to living outside,
a Swiss-army-knife, a pine needle, and a flower pot. The pine needle
he thought would be just perfect for a spear, the guide for every day
advice, the Swiss-army-knife for cutting twigs for the fire, and the
flower pot for planting some food.
The
wind
Jon suddenly remembered
how he got here! By digging at a crack on the sidewalk! Then he
longed to be back home, with his parents, though he knew it was
impossible, something inside him told him the same old words that he
had said when he was younger, nothing, absolutely nothing, is
impossible.
He went to bed, and when
he woke up, he was back on the stair that said “think
and get ideas” he
sat there stunned for a minute, and then, a passage way began to open
up on the other side of him. He stepped in as he stepped in the wind
lifted him an inch of the ground and he flew through the tunnel.
Back
home
as
he flew, he became younger, suddenly he was shot through the tunnel,
and there he was standing in his bedroom two months younger! His
mother was kissing him good night, then his mother went to bed. As
soon as his mother and father where asleep, he snuck into their
bedroom and blew out the candle his parents had accidentally
left
burning, then he went back to his own bed and went to sleep.