Below is a story by Finn, a student at Sydney Story Factory. If youd like to write a story as good as this one (and who wouldnt) or find out what we do to help a 10 year old write a story like this, you should come to the workshop Matts running at the National Young Writers Festival this weekend. Power plant explosion thing. By Finn Crud thought Bob. “Crud”, he said. He then thought: how do you blow up a nuclear power plant with a bag of chips. Only Fred knows how. His next move was to throw a punch at his colleague Fred which knocked him out for five minutes. He hadn’t even punched him hard. Bob has been working at the power plant for fourteen years (and fourteen years too many, in his opinion). His favourite things to do are fighting, working out, and punching bullies. He likes Elvis. He is at the peak of physical perfection. Fred is terrified of practically everything. He honestly could not be quiet if his life depended on it. He is ridiculously klutzy. The silliest thing Fred has ever done is throw a triple steak sandwich to a band of wolves at the zoo. Bob got out is phone to call his boss before remembering that with the power plant down so there would be no reception in Australia. That was what you get when you bring down the biggest power plant in the world. He then took a taxi home thinking about tae kwon do lesson when he got a telegram. “God help meeeeeeeeeeeeee STOP” sang the telegram, singing terribly. “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii must get enough money to fund the rebuild the power plant or I will be stooooooooped in debt forever if I doooooooooooooooooooooon’t.” “Um, why are you singing?” asked Bob. “Well in World War II telegrams often brought bad news so they made the reader sing what they were saying to make them a little happier. It may or may not have been successful.” “Riiiiight.”, said Bob. Then he sent the telegrammer back with another message. It went “WELL WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN YOU BLUE BUFFOON. YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO LIFE ITSELF. YOU SLEEP WITH A TEDDY BEAR. AND NOW OF COURSE YOULL WANT MY HELP MAKING THAT MONEY. WELL THE ANSWER IS NO.” Of course he was lying because he was angry. On the way home he vaguely wondered how the telegram reader would sing that. Chapter Two The next day he was sent a letter from Fred. He ripped it open and inside was the words: Well OK I am going to ask for help making money. But not in the way you expected it. Give me $300000 dollars by tomorrow I will activate a bomb under your house. Don’t bother looking for it. It’s hidden too well to be found. He went to his garage and looked under the stairs. There was a bright blue parcel under a stack of paper. He opened the parcel and saw an envelope and a brick. When he opened the letter and saw the note said just kidding but help me dude. “You’re kidding me right. Well you were but did you really think I would help you when you threatened to blow up my house? You are an IDIOT!” screamed Bob. “Umm well sorry if I have inconvenienced you...”, ventured Fred. “INCONVENIENCED MYSELF. INCONVENIENCED MYSELF YOU ARE KIDDING ME?” spat Bob. “NO, NO, YOU HAVEN’T INCONVENIENCED ME AT ALL. I LOVE BEING WOKEN UP BY A BLOODY MAILMAN ONLY THEN TO REALISE THAT IT IS NOT EVEN A MAILMAN IN THE FIRST PLACE JUST THE WORLDS NOISIEST KLUTZ AND THEN THREATENED WITH A BLOODY FAKE BOMB” yelled Bob. Fred wisely backed off onto the street. “BUT THEN OF COURSE IT’S ALL RIGHT AND IM FINE ALL BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T MEAN TO INCONVENIENCE ME. WELL GUESS WHAT? NO! DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID NO!” The only problem was Fred was no longer there! “DAMN YOU. GO TO HELL AND FURTHER IF POSSIBLE.” Bob then proceeded to rant on for an entire chapter. Like so. CHAPTER 3 $%^$%&&i#$%#$^^^^^&**(*&^%^^%$%^&*&&&^^%&$^%@!#%^%^%^&*((!@#!@#$$#@@#!@#$!@#$!@#!$#!$@#!@#!@$#!@$#!@$!@!@!@#!@#!#@$!@#!#@!#@$!#@!#@$!#@1 “Are you done yet?” said a random street punk in a red hoodie. CHAPTER 4 After about 20 years of ranting Bob then went up to Fred and said, “Ok I’m ready to help you raise the money.” “But I raised the money 18 years ago by selling 99999999999999999 99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 cookies, man. Oh said Bob bluntly. So really you should go to work because you’ve been on sick leave for 15 years.” “Oh.” said Bob. “So go to work.” “Ok.” said Bob, and went to work. https://facebook/events/575586609237523
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 04:25:44 +0000
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