''Oh,brother,'' Olivirina(Olivia)Vanordia(Vanie)sighed. ''Why don't people call me by my real name, Olivia?'' ''Olivirina, Olivirina,'' Mrs.Vanie called.''Joey, Matthew, April, Cyril, Katherine,(Katie)come here.'' But Olivia didn't come! ''Ollie,(her mother had never called her that before.)come here! Sorry Alison that I didn't call you, but come here!'' Thirty-five year old Joe,eight year old Matthew and seven year old Cyril smiled. They knew that when the girls
came,... BANG! CRASH! BANG! would happen.Why? Because Joe(their mother called him Joey)had put sleeping powder in their food,not just any powder,MAGIC sleeping powder.
Anything the girls touched would explode! Alison touched a vase. POOF! It was gone.'' 'Livia! Your vase disappeared!'' '' I know!'' Olivia gasped. April and Katie wandered to the table,sleepy eyed.''Kay,April, wake up.Sleepy heads they are.'' Alison whispered to Olivia. Later that day at school, a boy named Richard Combrit said ''Care to play golf, later?You,Kuskey,C.Vanie and me?'' ''Sure. Ricky,I have a magic vase in my house.'' Olivia whispered. (they were only allowed to call people by their last name at that school) ''Really? No, your kidding.'' Ricky laughed.
"No,seriously!" Olivia said, surprised that her friend laughed at her. After school, Karen Kuskey,Cyril, her,and Ricky golfed.then they went to Karen's house. Olivia took the vase out of her backpack and told the others about the vase. (Matthew got jealous and had to come also.) "Oh,Olivirna!" her friends and Cyril gasped as Matthew took the vase and broke it. "Olivirina," he called. Olivia couldn't stand it any longer.
"Do NOT call me Olivirina. My real name is Olivia!" Matthew surprised of his calm (usually, anyway.)sister's outburst. "Sissy,(Olivia was twenty-seven.)your real name is..." "Be quiet! Olivia snapped. It was to late. Mrs.Vanie had heard. "Uh-oh." Olivia gasped,when she saw her mother stalking towards her. On her face was written "Very Angry" and she was " Very Angry." "Olivirina Katherine Vanordia, where may I ask..." "No!" was the sharp reply. "Off to bed this instant!" Mrs. Vanie hissed. "Doe,a deer,a female deer. Ray,a drop of golden sun. Mi, a name, I call myself ...''Olivia rushed downstairs to find out who was singing. The vase was singing! Christian songs, mostly. From then on that family was a christian one.(because of the vase.)
THE END!
Very nicely done, Stephanie! God has blessed you with creativity and attention to details, excellent tools for a writer. Do not be afraid to add to your stories, writing is an art form that will continue to change and grow with you. As the creator you get to make those changes when you see or feel them needed. Adding more details will take time which can be a challenge for one so young! So maybe think of your story in chapters...break it down into small chunks, that will keep us coming back to see what happens! For instance I would love to hear more about the singing vase: What kind of voice, girl or boy? When did the family hear the vase sing? What did everyone do the first time? Did the newspaper ever hear about it? What songs did the vase use to share God with the family? Did Olivirina's friends ever see or hear the vase? Did the vase help teach her friends about God too? So many questions that only the author can answer...that's you! I look forward to reading more, so please keep writing!
ReplyDeleteI love your story, Stephanie! Writing is hard work, but it's fun too. And as you've already seen, it's a fun way to tell others about God too. God gives us so many creative ways in which to praise Him! I love that our creative God allows and encourages us to be creative too:)
ReplyDeleteWell done Stephanie! The Lord has gifted you with a talent that you will be able to use in His Kindgom's work. I look forward to reading all future stories. Have fun getting lost in your imagination. Love, Mrs. Betts
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