The Story
Train(r)
The Story
Train(r)
Here is a 'finish it yourself' story.
INSTRUCTIONS: You are given a chance to illustrate and/or write the ending of a story that I provide for you. This is called brainstorming. You'll be brainstorming ideas with me and with other writers who submit their story endings. You can mail or e-mail your pictures and story endings to The Story Train. I'll be happy to post the most creatives ones on this Web site.
The Little Flower
by Mrs. Cacciatore
Chapter One
A flower once grew among the thorns and the weeds,
That had sprouted from a small, green seed.
It popped up through the ground so happy to be,
Given life and a chance to grow up and see,
All of nature existing in sweet harmony.
The thorns watched her grow and it made them so mad
Because Little Flower was hopeful and it made the thorns sad.
Even when she was small, not yet ready to bloom,
They would crowd in around her and take all the room.
Her friends, rain and sun, helped her grow anyway,
And though the thorns hurt her she continued to say,
"I'm glad I was given my one chance to grow."
She pushed even harder, but the weeds kept her low.
She started to grow sideways looking for the right way,
And those thorns tried to trick her and they told her each day,
"Oh, Little Flower you're on the right track,
Keep growing that way, don't even look back."
"Funny." she thought as she searched for the sun.
"This can't be the way, now look what they've done."
Then as she decided there was no way to fight,
A little girl appeared who was all dressed in white.
The little girl knelt down and closely peered in,
Through the weeds and the thorns she spied the flower within.
She said, "Little Flower, how sweet and alone,
I'll call my mother and we'll take you home.
Chapter Two
The mother then came with the girl by her side,
and they began clearning the thorns 'til it was just enough wide,
To scoop up the flower, roots and all,
Then off to their yard where there's room to grow tall.
They came to the yard and Little Flower looked around,
So many colors and shapes of flowered friends she had found.
Each day with the sun she woke up and grew,
Thinking now and again about the thorns that she knew.
She would never forget, no, it would never be,
Her alone with the flowers for she would always see,
The only family she had were those pitiful thorns.
"I'll never forget. Oh, why was I born?"
She felt so angry like never before,
Then she started to wilt, her petals fell to the floor.
Just then the girl who was all dressed in white,
Came to check on her flower and oh what a sight!
She looked down at her flower and said with a sigh,
"My poor flower is wilting and soon she will die."
She knelt down and spoke in her childlike way,
"Flower, your life began new when I planted you that day.
I picked you up from the thorns and I planted you here,
Now the least you can do is to show me you care."
All I ask of you is one simple request,
Just remember you're beautiful and bloom like the rest."
This is the part where you write the rest of the story. Have fun!!!!!!!!!!!!
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We are now at the end of our The Story Train journey. Here are some final words for you to think about and remember:
!!!!!!1. How do I become a good writer? *fuel*
!!!!!!2. What should I write about? *Story Train Fuel Car*
!!!!!!3. How do I submit a story? *Story Train Passenger Car*
!!!!!!4. How do you say 'Mrs. Cacciatore'? *Story Time Engine Car*
!!!!!!5. What do other kids say? * Story Time Baggage Car *
I hope that every one had an inspiring journey. I know I enjoyed taking this trip with you, and I look forward to having you on board again. In the meantime, keep writing, reading ,and using your imagination because you're on the write track and you never can tell where your story train will lead.
Bon voyage!!!
Stay on the
Write
Track!!!
Mrs. Cacciatore
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