organizing a unique story about finding a magical item
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Student Samples: Elementary
The Three Wishes
by Gabbi, third grade writer
As I slowly walked past the magic shop, I noticed there was a mysterious sign that said, “Enter at Your Own Risk.” I wandered in to the store and looked curiously through the aisles. I saw all sorts of cool things but couldn’t take my eyes off of a rainbow-colored egg. I carefully picked it up and the shopkeeper--whose nametag read Maggie--said, “That egg is special. It takes much responsibility, but it’s only a dime.”
I thought, Oh, I have a dime in my pocket, and I gave it to Maggie. She peered at the dime very closely and started to rub it slowly between her fingers like it was an ancient artifact.
She thanked me and told me to come back tomorrow morning, and she would give me the egg at that time. I thought to myself, Why would she want me to come back tomorrow? I didn’t ask because I was too excited.
The next morning I jogged back to the magic shop, eager to find out what Maggie was going to say about the egg. As I burst into the store, I didn’t see Maggie anywhere until she crept out of the back room. She looked surprised to see me. Maggie looked at me and said, “Do you still want the egg?”
I nervously said, “Yes, yes, I do.”
She grabbed the egg out of the cash register safe and started to rub it lovingly. I was starting to wonder whether she was a shopkeeper or a freak when all of a sudden a yellow ray popped out of the egg. Numbers appeared on the egg: one, two, and three…
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by Aurora, fourth grade writer
I shut the rotting door carefully, blocking the remaining light from the
sunset. A blood red candle was the only source of light in the room, but
the flame was a plum purple. I crept closer and an icy chill swept across
my body. The wax started dripping down the candle and when it dropped onto
the floor, it became blood. I stepped back and ran to the back of the shop.
The cracked wooden floor creaked under my feet, but I kept walking until
something glittered at the corner of my eye. I walked toward it and saw a
diamond with a crack through the middle. It was locked up in a glass
case. I stepped closer and saw the word "death" sketched upon it. Then, I
heard a moan whispering, "Help me! Help me!" coming right from the diamond.
Quivering with fear, I cautiously stepped to the right.
There a gold goblet stood on a platter on the highest shelf in the
room, and it was easy to see because it was glowing. I could see pictures of
things on it like an ugly woman transforming into a beautiful lady, a man
turning into a bat, and a bat into a vampire. On the middle it read "SHAPE
SHIFTER," and a green potion was bubbling up to its brim. A voice behind me
said, "Take it." I turned around and saw the shopkeeper. He reached up to
the shelf and gave it to me.
I held up the goblet and another voice said, "Beware user, once you've drunk the
potion from the goblet of a shape shifter, your life will never be the same!
Drink it the hour the dogs howl and then, while drinking it, think of what you
want to change into. You may drink as many times as you like, but remember
you will never be happy with your life..."
Student Sample: Middle School
by Tyson, eighth grade writer
One day I was jogging around a bend that led to my house because I have been trying to get in shape for the basketball tryouts. About twenty feet from my house, deep mists suddenly made it impossible to see anything. I started to freak, and I felt claustrophobia closing in. My lungs started to close up, and then I was in a strange shop. An old man at a counter said, "Now, you have several things that you came for, but pick the right one."
I thought it weird at the time, but I thought nothing more of it. I started to look around and saw that the shop held a lot of stuff that people might like if it was fake. The skulls really did look real; plus, there were heads that blinked and moved. Then it occurred to me: this stuff was real. I was amazed. Never in my life had I thought that magical stuff could be real. I started to walk around with more respect. There were eyeballs, magic books, rings that had a lot of rubies, and there were even dragon eggs!
I started to look around for something for me when I encountered the staff. It was a staff that stood about five feet tall, and it had a dragon claw that had four talons. The claw held a crystal that was about six inches in diameter. The ball was clear inside and there was green mist that just hung there, suspended.
I was fascinated. When I grabbed it, there was a bright flash, and I was back at home. Well, I thought it was home. Then a bright light flashed and I was sent back to the shop. "How mush is this staff?" I asked.
The old man smiled and turned around. "Well, normally it is about a quarter and a half, but I will make it only a penny in your case." When I started to walk to the counter to give him my penny, there was a commotion at the front door.
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