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Saturday, May 6, 2017

Short story collection 1

Boy With A Paintbrush

Long ago, the world we live in used to be black and white. No colors existed and life was dull. People hardly ever smiled. They did the same thing for decades with no entertainment. Women gathered plants and seeds, and did household chores. Men hunted and fed the family. That was their jobs. It was already set for them the day they came into this world. But one little boy Thomas, was special. He had one eye which saw black and white, and one eye that saw color. His mother told him to keep it a secret and to tell no one about his sight. His mother wanted her child to be like all the other boys. To grow up and get married and raise a family in this world of black and white. But Thomas felt differently. He didn’t hunt like the other boys. Instead he would hide out in the trees and observe all the things he saw, and go home telling his mother he didn’t catch anything. As the years passed, his secret became harder to keep in. Eventually the whole town knew about his sight, and shook their heads as if they were sorry for his mother for having a son who makes up such obscured stories. One day, a group of boys told Thomas to kill a bird. They picked up a stone and handed it to Thomas. Hands shaking, he readied himself to throw. Though, found he could not do it. If only the other boys could see what he saw. The vibrant colors of the little blue bird. The boys laughed at Thomas’s pathetic self. And Thomas became angry. Why was he to be the one with this gift? Is it even a gift at all? It was more like a curse to him. Why couldn’t he be like everyone else? Then, as if someone beyond this realm heard his thoughts, the trees around him rustled, and the ground began to shake. He was astonished to see a little basket rise out of the ground. He peered into the basket and saw a single paintbrush. He took it in his hands but accidently dropped it on the ground. He bent to pick it up, and as he rose, he saw the leaves were brown, yellow, orange, red, and green, scattered all over the forest floor. What amazed him wasn’t that he saw these colors, but that he saw them through his eye that was supposed to only see black and white. He quickly covered his colored eye, and touched a tree trunk with the paintbrush. With his hand over his color-seeable eye, he stood astonished as all the different shades of brown and green spread around the tree. He rushed into town and touched everything with his magical paintbrush. The town people stood shocked at what they were seeing. The little boy they looked down upon and thought was crazy was painting the town colors they had never seen before. For the first time, the whole town smiled and cheered for little Thomas and his magic paintbrush.


Lucy knew it was a bad idea to do trick or treat on door 401 but her best friend Jack who had the most vivid red hair and who was more mischievious than sensible Lucy thought it would be fun. As they strolled cautiously along the long, twining path, green mist swirled across the moss grass, Lucy stopped in her tracks, she saw a grey, old figure staring at her out of the attic window."You knock!" Lucy screamed as she scrambled away from the silvery, sticky cobweb that dangled from the archway."Scary cat Lucy, stop grabbing my arm, anyway he's probably got pots full of sweets!" Jack laughed They walked carefully to the grand, wooden door and knocked loudly, the door opened, creaking from its hinges and a figure stood before them."Trick or t..t...treat" Lucy stammered whilst Jack stared at his crusted face with curiousity.The figure grabbed the children with his large, heavy, hands and threw them into the side cupboard locking the door with chains and several locks. Jack was petrified, he hated the dark, more so he hated confined spaces and whimpered into Lucy's shoulder, he was shivering like mad and Lucy was frightened to death, her heart pounded loudly and her hands were clammy as she tried to dial her home number."Mum....mmm...mum, I'm scared, I'm locked in a cupboard at room 401 Graveyard Street!""Oh no, don't worry love, I'll ring the police, stay calm" her mum replied.Jack and Lucy sat quietly on the damp, concrete floor with only the sound of the drain dripping and their hearts beating like a rythmic drum, they were too frightened to move, they waited patiently, listening carefully for the screeching, sirens. Within minutes the noise they waited for finally came, sirens echoing in the frosted, velvet, sky, doors slamming, shouting beckoning from the front and police officers hammered, harshly at the large door, frantically and impatiently they freed Lucy and Jack then searched the house for the man in question, they searched high and low but couldn't find anyone there, the officer in charge rang head office and apparantly the house had been empty for 7 years. Jack and Lucy were bewildered and all they wanted to do was go home."I don't think you will be going trick or treating for some time now Jack!" Jack's mum said sternly "I told you to stay on the street!" As Lucy and Jack got into the car they glanced quickly at the old, crooked house as they looked away relieved to be safe a shadow caught their eyes, a grey, old figure with a crusted face glared back at them from the attic window!

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