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Roberta Ruins Roman Ruins I Student Rishik Grover I Online Creative Writing Program

By admin in Creative Writing, Fantasy Stories, Original Stories on July 25, 2023

An original story using Tongue Twisters, written by our student Rishik Grover.

Rishik is 11 years old young writer from Gurugram. He loves cricket and music. We are proud to have him as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Rishik for this exemplary true self-expression.

Roberta Ruins Roman Ruins

Roberta woke up in the morning to drink coffee from her proper copper coffee pot. Her two young brothers were eating their breakfast. Fred fed Ted bread, and Ted fed Fred bread. Her mother was watching the news where they were talking about the sixth sick sheikh’s sixth sheep’s sick.

Her mother thought what a load of trifle. Her father had gone to the watch shop to ask which wristwatches are Swiss wristwatches.

Meanwhile, Roberta was watching the great Greek grape growers grow great Greek grapes in her backyard. She was about to go to school. A field trip would be taking place today. They were going to go to some Roman ruins. On the ride to the ruins, Roberta saw a big black bug bite a big black bear. Once they reached Roberta ran rings around the Roman ruins. They were to stay overnight so during the night when Roberta was about to switch on her torch the teacher said there is no need to light a night light on a light night like tonight.

Roberta was rummaging through her bag for food because she was feeling hungry and to her surprise, she saw cheese. She ate it instantly and took out her next meal. An ape nearby noticed her and approached her for food, she saw the ape and gave him a grape cake but as we all know an ape hates grape cakes. The ape was extremely angry and started throwing stuff at her, so she had to resort to running. It had been quite an adventurous day for her.

Roberta dreamed of how a happy hippo hopped and hiccupped only to realize in the morning she wasn’t dreaming. The hippo had trampled the tent. Roberta’s friend Billy Bob blabbered boldly about why the hippo trampled the tent. He said somebody must have left food in the open. Roberta shifted guiltily in her seat. The teacher suggested they go to a restaurant for food because cooks cook cupcakes quickly.

While on the bus ride to the restaurant, she felt a pat on her back and when she looked around, she realized that this entire day was a dream, and her mother was waking her up to go to school. She woke up and started remembering the contents of her ridiculous dream while drinking coffee from her proper copper coffee pot.

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When You Scream For Ice-Cream I Student Sashrika Prasad I Creative Writing Program

By admin in Creative Writing, Fantasy Stories on July 25, 2023

An original story using tongue twisters, written by our student Sashrika Prasad.

Sashrika is 13 years old, a young writer from Gurugram. The beautiful colors, flowers, and sunsets encourage her to write about deep emotions and feelings. We are proud to have her as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Creative Writing Program under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Sashrika for this exemplary true self-expression.

When You Scream For Ice-Cream

 “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? Betty Botter bought some butter but she said the butter’s butter If I put it in my bitter, it will make my butter batter but a bit of better butter will make my batter better So ‘twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter. Betty Botter bought a bit of butter. The putter Betty Botter bought was a bit bitter and made her batter bitter. But a bit of better butter makes a better batter. So, Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter Making Betty Botter’s bitter batter better.” Muttered Ms. Kuhu as she tried to fix a bunch of words in the last brain cell that she had. In the middle of all this, her dad walked in on her talking to herself and joked “Why are you talking to yourself? There are people in this house that you can mutter along with.” Kuhu countered telling him that she was trying to remember the dialogues of a reel that her mother wanted to do with her and speak of the devil, her mother came into the room. An idea popping in her head she suggested her dad join Drama Queen Kuhu in her reel. After a lot of convincing her father finally agreed.

Regretting making that sort of a decision he started muttering like daughter, “Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks. The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick. The sixth sitting sheet-slitter slit six sheets. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? He would chuck, he would, as much as he could, and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would if a woodchuck could chuck wood.” When her father was ready to record Kuhu accidentally inhaled laughing gas from the tube sitting next to them which was supposed to be for another reel. Being stuck in a question of which witch is which although in their case which reel is which they decided to do the reel with laughing gas first.

About a million and one laughs later drama queen Kuhu and her father were looking like shapeless sash sags slowly so they begged Kuhu’s mother, “Cooks cook cupcakes quickly please.” Also being tired her mother said, “I scream, you scream, we all scream for I scream.” All of them agreeing to it jumped up and like Six sleek swans swam swiftly southwards towards the gate. In the middle peeking into Kuhu’s sister’s room over speaking the words, “If you notice this notice, you will notice that this notice is not worth noticing.” They asked, “We are all screaming for ice cream, do you want to scream along?” the sister replied, “No thank you, I have got too much homework. Although would you happen to if Elizabeth has eleven elves in her elm tree? Or if a dog chews shoes, whose shoes does he choose?” all three of them nodding in sync asked, “Do you want something?” the sister said, “Yes could you get me Double bubble gum, bubbles double.”

After having ice cream, they came back to record the reel they were originally supposed to. But……. As far as problems go theirs was bad. They had forgotten the dialogues they had spent hours remembering. Like Billybob, they blabbered boldly but all the wrong words came out of their mouth while a big black bear sat on a big black rug behind them. While they were trying to remember all the right words Kuhu’s sister walked in, “Guys, did you check the news? Things have been going crazy. A happy hippo hopped and hiccupped. A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk stunk. Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades, blunderbusses, and bludgeons – balancing them badly.” “Oh, I have to go, Ed had edited it, Ed had edited it, Ed had edited it, Eddie finally edited it so I have to check.”

“So about the reel………………you want to try again tomorrow?” exclaimed Father right before they saw a kitty eating chicken in the kitchen. Judging the crazy day they just had drama queen’s mother said nodded sighing, “Yeah, let’s definitely do it tomorrow.”

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