Stories I’ve written. I read them to my boys and if they like them, then I will post them here.
Jimmy was a hard worker. His mom had a lot of chores for him to do, and he usually did them without complaint. But lately things seemed to be getting out of hand.
You see, the problem was Jimmy’s dad, Carl. Carl had a lot of chores to do, too, but when Jimmy’s mom came calling, Carl could not be found. One moment, Carl would be sitting there on the couch, watching the hockey game, with a hot plate of nachos perched atop his belly, and then, when Jimmy’s mom had a job for him to do, Carl was no where to be found. This complicated mess meant more chores for Jimmy.
It was the end of a long and lazy Saturday for Simon. He’d been outside riding his bike around the block, splashing in the puddles from the rain that had fallen the night before. After a hearty lunch of instant noodles, grilled cheese, and a big, fat pickle, Simon decided to look over his favourite hockey cards.
Browsing through the cards, he came across his favourite players: Buddy Splunder, left winger for the Golden Turtles, Mikael Radavoyinovskiloshovic (Rad-ah-voy-in-off-ski-low-sh-vic), a tough as nails defender for the last place Clammy Spiders. There was Dave Bucketsauce, a goalie for Simon’s favourite team, The Flying Saucers. They weren’t very good, but Dave had a great glove hand and was really nice to his teammates. After practice, the other players would often find notes of encouragement from Dave, along with some freshly baked chocolate chip brownies.
There once was a Brian named Lamp… Wait, that’s not right. There once was a Brain named Lump. Wait, that’s not right either! Okay, here it is in simplest form… Brian was a lamp. There, that makes sense.
Milo was a curious little boy. He was always getting into mischief. If he smelled freshly baked chocolate chip dream cookies, his nose would lead him around the house until it found the source. Then, when his big sister Kylo wasn’t looking, Milo’s nose would lead his hand up, up, into the jar, where it would snatch a cookie or two and carefully bring them back down and into his mouth. Both at the same time! He was sneaky like that.
Marvin wasn’t what you would call a ‘fat cat’, or a real ‘big cheese’ sort of feline. Yet cats from all around would do a double take whenever Marvin walked down the alley.
Marvin wasn’t the coolest cat you ever saw. He wasn’t a high jumper, or a fence leaper like some of those other daredevil cats. No, but the reason other cats knew for a fact that Marvin was ‘all that’ was his big and beautiful, super soft fur coat.
Marvin felt like a million bowls of fish flavoured cat food with that coat on. It was a deep red colour, with specks of orange and sparkly blue rubies sewn all over it. It flowed long and lean down his back, brushing against the sidewalk like a very satisfying back scratch. Marvin liked to pop the collar on his coat and just purr down the sidewalk without a care in the world.
Joe was growing up. Last year he was 5, now he’s 6, and soon (very soon, in fact!) he will be 7. One way a person could tell that Joe was growing up was looking at the amount of teeth remaining in his smile. Every few months the number would get smaller. The smile would still be as big and bright as ever, but there just weren’t that many teeth in there to twinkle and sparkle.
“I guess it’s a part of growing up,” Joe said to himself one day. With so many teeth missing, Joe decided that eating had become a problem. He went to his mom and asked her to buy him a blender.
“What do you need a blender for?”
“Well, I don’t have enough teeth to enjoy carrots and cauliflower and all of those crunchy things I loved to crunch.” Just the thought of it made him break down. “I’m afraid I may never get to crunch another crunch again!” And with that, Joe crawled up into a little ball on the floor next to his mom’s feet, and had a little cry.