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Short Stories by Jeanie McBain

Magical Bubbles

Bluebell books short story slam week 11 prompt 

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I was beginning to regret staying behind to help clear up after the party in the village hall.  It had been a good night with everyone dancing and having fun. I had volunteered to stay behind and help with clearing up the tables.  My friends were waiting for me and it was plain to see that they wanted to get back to the holiday cabin and relax before bedtime.   ‘Why don’t you just head over to the cabin,’ I said, ‘I wont be long and it’s not too far away.’   My friends looked at me and Janice who was the youngest of our group said, ‘Are you sure you will be ok getting back to the cabin?’  ‘It’s dark outside and there are no lights.’    ‘I am a big girl now Janice, I will be fine, off you go and put the kettle on I wont be much longer now.’  I smiled at my friends and they reluctantly went on their way back to the holiday cabin.

An hour had gone by since my friends had left for the holiday cabin. I had finished helping to clear the tables and I had my coat on ready to leave.  I said goodnight to everyone.  Someone called to me as I reached the door, ‘Will you be ok out there Jeanie?’  ‘Yes don’t worry I will be fine, I know this place well now and it’s not too far, ‘ I replied waving goodbye as I opened the door to head out into the darkness.

I began my walk into the darkness away from the lights of the village hall. I could barely see the road and I reached into my pocket and brought out my trusty little torch.  There was just enough light to let me see where the road was.   It was very dark there was no moon in the sky to guide me and as I continued my walk I was confident that I knew where I was and I knew how to get back to the cabin.

I had been walking for sometime and I stopped, there was not a sound to be heard. As I looked around I realised that I did not recognise where I was.  I started to panic. I waved my little torch around to try and see what was around me.  The road had turned into a pathway and I did not recognise it.   To make matters worse the light from my torch was fading.  Should I keep walking on this path or should I try and make my way back to the road?  I decided to follow the path and began walking.

Eventually the light from my little torch was no longer there. The battery had died.  Now I was in total darkness, alone and lost and a little scared.   ‘There must be cabins around here somewhere,’ I thought, ‘it’s only a small cabin site’.  I continued to slowly make my way along what I hoped was the pathway. Suddenly something brushed against my cheek, it was very soft and I automatically put my hand up to my face. My cheek was wet. ‘That’s all I need I thought, rain.’

I decided to try my torch once more as I had heard somewhere that if you rest the battery it can sometimes gain enough strength to work again for a few minutes.  I switched it on and to my surprise it was bright. I waved it around to try and see where I was. Something brushed my cheek again and I shone the torch upwards to see the rain.  There was no rain, all I saw was lots of bubbles floating around in the air above me.  It was unbelievable, where did they come from way out here? I was puzzled and couldn’t take my eyes off them.

As I watched, the bubbles formed the shape of an arrow pointing forward. My instincts told me to walk in that direction.  I began walking and the bubbles were now at the front of me and I was careful to keep the torch on them.   The brightness of my torch did not change as I followed the bubbles along the pathway in the direction they were pointing to.  This was amazing and it all felt so surreal.

After a while I saw the lights of the cabin ahead of me and I stopped. The bubbles were now floating all around me, on my head, my nose, they were everywhere. I put my hand out to try and catch one but they avoided capture.  I stood for a few minutes enjoying the magic of the moment.  I started to walk to the cabin and the bubbles went with me, they tickled my face and nose, it was as though they were happy. I was happy too, they had helped me to find our cabin.   When I reached the cabin door the bubbles drifted back away from me. I turned the handle of the door to go inside then I looked back.  The bubbles had started floating away into the darkness. I watched until they had disappeared.

I went into the cabin and Janice came from the kitchen with a nice cup of tea.  ‘You weren’t that long after all,’ she said.  ‘Oh, I asked, how long have I been gone?’  Janice looked at me and said, ‘Only just over an hour.’  I couldn’t believe it, I felt as though it had taken me hours to get here.   I decided not to tell my friends about my magical bubbles showing me the way.  They would not have believed my magical story.  I know it happened and I will never forget the magical moment I spent with the mysterious bubbles.

Each time I go on holiday to the cabin, I often walk along the path where I saw the bubbles to see if they will appear again.  At the side of the path there is a small river that runs adjacent to it. I could have quite easily have fallen down the embankment and into the river. I believe that the bubbles came along to prevent me from falling in.  I have never seen the bubbles again, but maybe one day if I ever really need them they will return.

Jeanie McBain for Bluebell Books story slam week 11

 
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Posted by on October 2, 2011 in Short Stories

 

A day in Rainbow Land

A short story for Bluebell Books – Story slam week 10 – children’s literature

A day in Rainbow Land

Far, far away in the world of Nod there is a secret place called Rainbow Land.  It is a magical place where animals live in giant mushroom houses.  There is always a twinkling rainbow in the sky and lots of green grass and brightly coloured flowers.

One day Mr Duck decided that he would like to take photographs of this lovely place and all his friends.   Mr Duck began to look for his precious camera and made a lot of noise as he searched and searched around his home.  He made so much noise that all the animals in Rainbow Land started to gather round outside his house.  Mr. Duck was quite grumpy and he gave a loud shout, ‘Where is my camera’?   Mr. Duck had shouted so loud that the mushroom house shook.

The animals outside looked at each other and began to laugh quietly, ‘Oh, Mr. Duck is very grumpy today’, said Roland the racoon.  ‘Yes he is’, replied Sammy squirrel, ‘it looks like we are going to have another fun day with Mr. Duck’.  Everyone laughed; they knew that Mr. Duck liked to think he was the boss of Rainbow Land and that everyone should do what he says. However, things never worked out right for Mr. Duck because the other animals liked to play around and do the things they wanted to do.

Soon, all was quiet in Mr. Duck’s house and Dora deer lifted her head high and said, ‘Here comes Mr. Duck everyone’.  Mr. Duck stood proudly in the doorway of his house; he was holding his precious camera.  ‘Right, everyone, he said, ‘I want all of you in the first photograph together please’. Mr. Duck looked at Dora deer and in a loud voice he said, ‘Dora deer, would you please ask Bella cow to come along and join us, she is in the bluebell field’?  Dora deer sighed, ‘Here we go, she murmured.  ‘Yes Mr. Duck I will go and ask her to join us’. Dora deer walked over to the bluebell field where Bella the cow was grazing.

Bella the cow looked up when she saw Dora deer walking towards her,’Mooooooo, hello Dora how are you today’? She asked.   ‘I am good’ said Dora, ‘Mr. Duck asked me to come and get you; he wants to take everyone’s photograph with his precious camera”.   Bella the cow laughed, ‘Oh now this could be fun, moooooo, let’s go and join in’.  Bella and Dora began walking back to join the other animals in front of Mr. Duck’s house.

Everyone huddled together, to have their photograph taken, well, everyone except Sammy squirrel.  Mr. Duck shouted out in his loudest, grumpiest voice, ‘Sammy squirrel where are you’?   There was no reply from Sammy squirrel he was hiding. All the animals were standing waiting for their photograph to be taken and they were all showing their best smiles.  Mr. Duck looked at the smiling faces and said, ‘Ok, where is Sammy squirrel, you know don’t you?’  No one said a word they all just stood looking at Mr Duck smiling.   Mr. Duck was becoming very angry and he began to walk backwards and forwards to think about the situation.

Suddenly a squeaky voice was heard from the roof top of the giant mushroom house, “Yoo hoo, here I am.’  It was Sammy squirrel and he was waving his paws and swishing his tail.  ‘I don’t want my photograph taken today’, said Sammy squirrel, ‘I just want to paint pictures.’  Sammy squirrel picked up his bucket of pain and his paint brush to let everyone see that he was ready to paint some pictures.  ‘I can paint everyone with smiley faces just like a photograph,’ said Sammy.

Mr. Duck was not happy, he wanted to use his precious camera and take everyone’s picture to hang up on his wall.  He looked up at Sammy squirrel and said, ‘It will only take a minute Sammy, then you can paint your picture afterwards.’   Mr Duck had spoken so loud that Sammy squirrel jumped high in the air and his paint bucket fell out of his hand and slipped all the way down the roof of the giant mushroom house.  “oh no, watch out Mr. Duck,’ shouted Sammy squirrel, but it was too late the bucket of paint landed on top of Mr. Duck’s head and he was covered in light blue paint from head to toe.

Everyone laughed, Mr. Duck looked so funny.   “Grrr, I will get you for this Sammy squirrel, he shouted very loudly, ‘I am covered in paint.’  Sammy squirrel slid down from the rooftop of the mushroom house and started to run. He ran very fast laughing all the way.  Mr. Duck began to chase after Sammy squirrel with his precious camera in one hand and a raised fist in the other.  The rest of the animals were laughing as they watched Mr. Duck chase after Sammy squirrel. It was a funny sight indeed.

Eventually, Sammy squirrel was tired from running and he decided to climb up a tree.  Mr. Duck caught up with him and angrily looked Sammy squirrel in the eye.  ‘Now I have you Sammy squirrel,’ said Mr. Duck, ‘I am going to take your photograph.   Mr. Duck raised his camera and pointed it at Sammy squirrels scared face.  But instead of taking a picture, Mr. Duck began to laugh so hard.  ‘What’s so funny,’ asked Sammy squirrel worriedly.  Mr. Duck could hardly speak for laughing but he managed to say, ‘You look so funny Sammy squirrel with blue paint on the end of your nose.’

All the other animals came to see what Mr. Duck was laughing at and when they saw Sammy squirrel’s nose they started to laugh too. There was a big blob of paint right on the end of Sammy squirrels nose and it made him look very funny.   Sammy squirrel jumped down from the tree and walked away from his laughing friends, he sulked as he walked towards the giant mushroom house.

Soon everyone was gathered round the giant mushroom house still laughing at Sammy squirrel’s blue nose.  Sammy squirrel looked at his paint bucket lying on the ground and he had an idea.   He picked up his bucket of paint and put his paw inside, and then he walked up to Bella cow and dabbed her nose. ‘There you go Bella, now you have a blue nose too.’ Bella cow said, ‘Moo, oh my.’ And then she turned to look at her friends.  They were all laughing so hard that they didn’t notice Sammy squirrel had went round everyone dabbing their noses with his blue paint.  Sammy squirrel was very fast and before long every single animal in Rainbow Land had a blue nose.

Everyone was laughing and jumping around.  Mr. Duck said, ‘Now this will make a grand photograph to hang up on my wall.’ The animals all agreed and huddles together with their very best smiles and bright blue noses to have their picture taken. One the picture was taken Mr. Duck took the photograph and put it in a nice frame, but before he hung it up on his wall he let all his animal friends see it.  Everyone smiled as they looked at the photograph, it was funny everyone had a bright blue nose and a big smile.  Mr. Duck proudly hung the photograph in his best room so that everyone who came to visit can see it.

After the photograph was taken, Dora deer suggested that they have a party; they would call it a blue nose party.  All the animals joined in singing and dancing and having fun. Mr. Duck took lots of pictures. Everyone had a wonderful time and the fun went on for a long time. Soon it was time to go to bed and all the animals wished each other goodnight and then they all went home to go to bed.

The man in the moon looked down on Rainbow Land and all the animals in their beds. He smiled as he saw that some animals had gone to bed with the blue paint still on their noses.  ‘What a wonderful place Rainbow Land is’, he thought, ‘it is always full of fun.’

 

 

Jeanie Mcbain September 2011

Bluebell Books

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2011 in Poetry, Short Stories

 

The Adventures of Wallace

                                                                                                            Wallace and the Elephant

My name is Wallace and I am a dog.  I am, one, two, three four years old. I like to play with my favourite ball. It is a yellow ball and it has rope on it too.  One day when I was one,two,  I was playing with my yellow ball and it rolled outside the garden. I had to run fast to get it, just in case it got lost.  I picked up my yellow ball and I ran and ran very fast until I reached a big, big field, with lots of grass.  I put my ball down for a moment because I could smell something strange. I sniffed and sniffed with my nose to the ground. I didn’t know what it was.   Then, I heard a noise and it made me jump and I growled and woofed and hid behind a bush.   I was scared at first, but I peeked round the bush to see what had made the noise.  There was something very big; it was even bigger than the bush.  I took a closer look, wow; I had never seen something like this before.  I didn’t know what to do so I stayed hidden behind the bush and tried not to make a noise.

“Hello, little one”, the big thing was talking to me, “what are you doing here?”

“I am looking for my yellow ball,” I said. “What is your name?” The big thing asked.

“My name is Wallace and I am a puppy dog”, “I am one, two years old and I am big for my age”,  I said that to the big thing. “Hello Wallace, my name is Bella and I am an Elephant,  I am  ten years old”, she said.

I went towards Bella and sniffed at her feet, I had not smelled anyone like that before.  “What’s an Elephant”?  I asked, as I walked around her huge feet.  Bella said, “I am an animal, just like you, and I come from a faraway place”.    “You don’t look like me Bella”, I said.  I ran in and out of Bella’s long legs, it was good fun it was like running round trees.  “Well, now Wallace”, said Bella, “Can you tell me what is different”?

I walked all around Bella and went behind her to see what was different.  Bella’s tail was very long and reached right down to the ground, I jumped when it moved. The tail was thicker than the rope on my yellow ball.  “You have a long tail Bella, my tail is smaller, look I can wag my tail too”, I said.  I wagged my tail so that Bella could see.  Bella nodded, she liked my wagging tail.

I walked round to look at Bella’s face, “Oh, Bella, you have really big ears, my ears are long but not big like yours”.     Bella nodded again, I think she liked my ears too.  I looked more closely at Bella and I asked, “Bella, why do you have two tails?  You have a skinny one at the back and a big thick one at the front”.   Bella laughed and said, “This is my nose Wallace”, and then she lifted it up in the air. I jumped back I was a little scared at this big long nose.   “Can you sniff things with it”? I asked.  “Yes little one, I can sniff things with my nose, and I can pick things up with it too”.  “Move closer and I will show you”, Bella was smiling, I like Bella she is nice.  I moved closer just a little and Bella picked me up in the air and I was swinging, whooo, it was nice I like that very much. Back and forth back and forth, i was feeling sleepy, but I didn’t want Bella to stop.

“It’s getting late Wallace”, Bella said as she put me down to the ground again, “You have to go home now, it’s dark and your mummy will be worried”.   “Oh, I said, my yellow ball, I have to find it, oh no it’s my best yellow ball”.  I was worried and sniffed and sniffed. Bella helped me to look for my yellow ball and she found it fast before I did.   “Here it is Wallace, she said, “now come along and I will take you home”.    “You will have to show me the way Wallace; I will hold your tail till we get to your house”.  Bella’s big nose took hold of my tail and we slowly walked back to my house.

When Bella and I got to my house, mummy was so pleased to see me, and she said to Bella, “Thank you Bella for bringing Wallace home, I was worried in case he had got lost.”  Then Bella patted me on my head with her big nose and said, “It was nice to meet you Wallace, you were a good boy “.   “Can I see you tomorrow Bella”? I asked.  “I will be going away tomorrow Wallace, but I will be back next year, you can come and see me then”. Bella smiled again, I like Bella’s smile.  I wagged my tail and went, woof, to Bella to say goodbye, then mummy took me into our house and I went straight to bed and fell asleep, I was very tired, but I was very happy because I had met a new friend called Bella and she is an elephant from a faraway place, how cool is that!  I see Bella every year when she comes back to the field and we have such good fun playing with my best yellow ball.

This is my  entry for Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week Six–Children’s Literature.  Bluebell Books 

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2011 in Short Stories, Wallace