🍰 A Piece of Cake: A Book-less Tragedy! 😵

It was the Easter holidays and I was in my dad’s car 🚗, holding a huge pile of books 📚 in my hands. We were going to the library to exchange them for some new ones. When we reached the library, we started looking for a place to park the car. To our surprise, we found that there were hardly any cars outside it.

“Strange…” I said. 🤔

“Oh well, now we’ve found a place to park the car!” my dad said cheerfully. 😃 He hated the long searches for a space to park.

My dad turned the ignition off and unlocked the doors. I heaved the books up and stepped out of the car. Struggling to see above the books, I staggered over to the library’s main entrance – and discovered that all the libraries were closed for the Easter holidays! I couldn’t believe it! How was I going to live without a single book to read? I was sure to die a slow painful death 💀 in a BOOK-LESS world…

✍🏻 A Short Story & Doodle by The Pawsome Lion 🦁

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A Piece of Cake: The Box in the Window

Every now and then, you will see a post called “A Piece of Cake”. In these particular posts, there will be a short story written by me! 🙂 This story is inspired by the POW (Power of Writing) that I did at school on Friday. Today’s story will be:

“The Box in the Window”

Once upon a time, there was a girl called Elizabeth who lived with her mother. They both lived in a huge house with three floors. There wasn’t anyone else in the house, only Elizabeth and her mother.

One day, both of them went to a jewellery store. Elizabeth saw a strange box in the window display. She stared at it for a little while. Then, her mother went inside and she followed. There were greeted by a cheery shopkeeper.

“Hello!” he cried. “How are you?”

“Fine thank you.” Elizabeth’s mother replied.

She stepped into the shop along with her daughter. A sea of gold filled the room.

“You have a very nice shop.” mumbled Elizabeth.

“Now,” interrupted Elizabeth’s mother. “I’m looking for a pearl necklace.”

“Well, I have just the one for you.” answered the shopkeeper.

Elizabeth slowly shuffled over to the box in the window while her mother was talking to the shopkeeper. What could be in it? she thought. She stroked the latch of the box. Then, slowly and carefully, she opened it up.

“No!” exclaimed the shopkeeper.

But it was too late.

To be continued…

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