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Month: July 2023

When I Saw God I Student Avishi Bagga I Online Creative Writing Program

By admin in Creative Writing, Fantasy Stories, Original Stories on July 9, 2023

An original fantasy story, written by our student Avishi Bagga.

Avishi is 13 years old, and a young writer from Gurugram. She is inspired by imagination which motivates her to express her daily thoughts through writing because she feels that she can make people learn something new in a fun way. We are proud to have her as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Applied Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Avishi for this exemplary true self-expression.

When I Saw God!!!

It was a random Tuesday when I was walking home from school. The bus arrived late due- to traffic so, it was getting dark. I was scared as no one came to pick me up and it was around 5:00 PM. I had always been scared of being kidnapped.

Then it happened, I was walking alone, terrified of anyone I saw, two masked men came out of the van, when they noticed that no one was coming with me, and closed my mouth and eyes, tied my body with a rope and put me in the back of their van. There were no seats, so it was uncomfortable, but I was way too scared to notice that at the time. I was trying to keep strong, by holding back my tears or losing my life to those men. I overheard them discussing, what to do with me.

One of them said, “Let’s kill her, we can then sell her body for money”. While the other one said, “No, we will put her in our overheated room, where we will only feed her our leftovers and give her selvage water twice a day, and ask for 50,000 Rupees as ransom, and her family will have no choice but to give the money, to save their daughter.”

The first one said again “Great, idea pal, this is why I have you as my assistant, your ideas are amazing. Anyways we wouldn’t be able to earn money by selling a dead body.”

I was shocked by what I heard, I thought to myself “First they are planning to kill me, then they are going to ask for ransom from my family. I wish that God were here to save me, and punish these bad guys for their selfish acts.”

That was when I closed my eyes and saw, GOD, himself. I murmured to myself, “What, in holy matrimony, what is this, some kind of joke, and to in this situation.”

God told me, “My child, do not worry about them, you are an honest person, and you know it. Just keep faith in yourself, and I will take care of the rest, trust me, they are never going to do anything like this, neither to you nor anyone else.”

After saying these lines, he left, leaving me all confused about what just happened. But, as God said, I kept faith in myself and trusted him with the rest.

I saw on their map, that we were headed, we were headed to an abandoned factory. As we were thirty minutes away from our destination, something happened, and the van stopped. It turned out that the CNG had been finished.

They said, “We have no one push the van, and we are way too lazy and tired to do so. Shall we take that stupid girl out of the back and make her push it”.

As soon as they took me out of the van, I made a run for it, I remembered the way and ran and cried, thanking God for his help.

When I got home, I saw my mom crying and my dad all tensed. When they saw me, they asked “What happened sweetie, we were so worried about you. I called your bus teacher many times, but she said they had dropped you off a few hours ago.”

I told them “Something very bad happened, but it won’t happen again. It’s all in the past now. We should just enjoy the present and see what the future has in store for us. God is the best, he is the one who saved me from that mess.”

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An Ambivalent Memory I Student Tanvi Dash I Online Creative Writing Program

By admin in Creative Writing, Original Stories, Reflection Stories on July 9, 2023

An original story on reflection from memories, written by our student Tanvi Dash.

Tanvi is 14 years old young writer from Hyderabad. Dancing is her passion. We are proud to have her as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Applied Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Tanvi for this exemplary true self-expression.

An Ambivalent Memory

The recess of our school was always a messy time. At this time in our school, students are all over the place. The air was filled with paper planes and children of all ages battling around with their notebooks. An awful odor of food fills the air and the stairs are always jammed with gossiping children. We enjoyed recess a lot.

This was the time when we get to talk, play, loiter around, or do anything we want. On one such messy, noisy recess, my friends Avishkaa, Vanya, and I were rushing to the washroom. Vanya had borrowed Avishkaa’s pen for the previous period. She kept it on a nearby desk for Avishkaa to take it. In a hurry, Avishkaa threw the pen aiming at her school bag. Unfortunately, the pen went straight through the window and fell three floors down. Now we had no idea where it was.

We were in a great dilemma, next was computer period and if Sabitha ma’am saw us late for class, it wouldn’t be fun. But, if Avishkaa lost her pen today, all of us would have to bring our pens from then on. We decided to take the risk and search for the pen. All three of us ran to the ground floor, greeting every teacher who passed us. We searched the entire school campus but it was nowhere to be seen.

Then, bravely, we went into the corridor near the playground. There were rumors about it being haunted. People avoided using this corridor. The yellow paint on the ceiling was peeling off and there was no one else except us. We could hardly see. The corridor had only two windows and the old, dim, fluctuating tube light. There it was! We found the pen! It was lying on the other end of the corridor.

We were overjoyed. We hurriedly climbed up the stairs which were now quite empty and dashed into our class. As soon as we saw Sabitha Ma’am waiting for us, we froze because of fear and shock. Our faces turned pale. We all knew what was waiting ahead of us. The next moment, all three of us were standing outside our classroom with our hands in the air, trying our best to control our giggles and laughter. We could not believe what we had done that day.

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