Just a short story… The Voices In The Book

Annette Rochelle Aben has reminded me that it is Tell A Story Day today, the 27th April, every year, and as a little tribute, here is a short story I wrote a few years ago, in school, to demonstrate how you use prompts to create fiction. It’s more YA fiction that adult, but I hope you like it!
So, I said I would try to get back into my writing… well here is a recent attempt at some fiction. Please, let me know what you think
book n glasses
It was a scorching hot day in the village.  Rajini was walking to the well to get some water for her mother, who was cooking dinner.  Under a large banyan tree sat a little old man, wrapped up in a white lunghi, with a white turban wrapped around his head, to protect it from the sun that was beating down. Upon his nose rested a pair of wire spectacles.
He was looking at something in his lap, and as Rajini got closer she saw he was reading a book.  It was a large book with big pages.  As she got closer she realised that there was nothing on the page he was looking at.  “Why would you stare at a blank page?” she wondered.
When she was about to walk past the man, he looked up and smiled at her.  She had been brought up to always greet her elders so she put her hands together and said “Namaste”.  “Where are you going, little girl?” the man asked.  Rajini stopped.  “I am just going to fetch some water for my mother.”   The man smiled again so Rajini came closer.  She felt a bit braver.  “Why are you looking at a page with nothing on it?” she asked.
The man pointed to his glasses.  “I have special glasses.  They help me to see what no one else can.  If you would like to try them, come to my house later this evening and I will show you things you would never believe! I live in the small house just behind this banyan tree.”  He indicated a small hut like building just behind him.  “Ok,” said Rajini, intrigued “I’ll see you later!”  She rushed off to fetch the water that her mother was waiting for.
After dinner, Rajini normally would go and play in the fields with some of her friends, so she went out as usual.  But, instead of running to her friends, she followed the path out to the old banyan tree.  It was starting to get dark now, and there was a small flickering light inside the hut.  She gingerly knocked on the side, and the old man’s voice called to her, “Come in, little girl!”
She looked around and saw the book lying there with its pages open, still blank.  The old man’s glasses were on top of the book.  Rajini coughed.  “Oh dear, the dust must have got to you on the way here.  Let me get you some water.”  He slipped out of the hut to where his drinking water was kept in a clay pot.  She was too impatient to wait for him to come back, so Rajini put the glasses on and looked at the book.  Sure enough, there was something there… not words,  but something moving on the page.  She looked closer and it looked like there were four miniature children there.  They were shouting something but she couldn’t quite hear what they were saying.  She leant in closer and put her ear to the page.
“Help! Help! Don’t drink the water!” was what she heard.  Panicking, she dropped the glasses back onto the open page and stumbled out of the hut.  The old man was just coming back with a small steel glass.  “I’m sorry, I forgot, my mother asked me to run an errand and she will be very angry if I don’t do it.  I’ll come another time!” and with that, she flew down the dusty path back home.
Rajini reached home and after a short while was ready for bed.  She lay on her bed, and her mind kept going back to the voices in the book, and the small children she had seen.  What were they doing there?  Why had they been calling for help?  Who were they?  Tossing and turning in her bed, Rajini didn’t get a wink of sleep that night.  “Somehow, I have to find out more about these children.  But how?”
The next day Rajini decided she had to, somehow, have a look at the book again.  But how could she get to it without the old man knowing?  Later on, that morning there was a meeting of the local elders at the village square.  All the respected older members of the community sat together to discuss the goings on in the village. Recently there had been cases of local children going missing.  From their village, in the last two weeks,  4 children had gone missing.  They had gone to fetch water at different times, for their families, and had never come back.  Obviously, the villagers were worried and they wanted to find these children, and prevent any others from going missing.
 Rajini had seen the old man at these meetings before.  Maybe he would leave his book at his house while he was at the meeting.  She decided she would try to sneak to his hut during the meeting.
Just before lunch, when the meeting was in full swing, Rajini crept away from her house and sneaked to the old banyan tree.  There was no sign of the old man, but his hut door was open.  She looked in and there was no one there.  The book, and the glasses sat on the small table by his bed.  Carefully she picked up the glasses and put them on, and opened the book…  There were the 4 tiny children, stood in the middle of the page.  They saw Rajini looking at them and immediately started shouting to her.  She put her ear closer to the page again to hear what they were saying.
“Who are you?” Rajini asked.  One child called back “It’s me, Mohan!”
Mohan?  Rajini immediately recognised that name.  Mohan was one of the little children that had gone missing last week.  “Mohan?  What are you doing in that book?  How did you get there?  Who else is with you?” Rajini asked very quickly. Mohan replied, “Nisha, Payal and Kishen are also here with me.”
Rajini was astonished.  These were the children that had been reported missing, all four of them!
“But how did you get in the book?  Please tell me!  Your families are so worried!  Come out right away and we can go home!  They will be so happy to see you!” Rajini said, excited that she had found these lost children.
“We can’t just come out.  Don’t you think we would have come earlier if we could? That old man, he put us here!  He said there was an amazing fun fair story in the book and if we wanted, we could go to it.  We all drank some water from him, then all of a sudden we shrank and went into the book.  The thing is, there is no fair here… there is nothing here.  Nothing to do, nothing to eat or drink… luckily Nisha and Payal had some snacks in their pockets when they came here so we are eating small bits of them to stop us feeling too hungry.”
Rajini was shocked to hear this.  How could she help these poor stuck children?  “Do you have any idea how to get out?  Or what you have to do to get out of there?” she asked the children. 
The mini Payal piped up in a squeaky voice, “I heard the old man talking to himself one day.  I was the first child he lured into the book and he was saying that he was glad there was nothing to drink in the book because all it would take was a sip of water and I would be back in the real world.  But we have nothing here, so how can we drink water?”
Rajini thought to herself.  What did she need to do to get water to these children?  Then she had an idea.  It was a very brave thing she would have to do, and if it didn’t work, she could also get herself into the same pickle that the other children were in.  “How about if I get 2 glasses of this special water, drink from one, so I shrink, then I should still have the other glass in my hand.  When I get there, we could all drink a sip from the glass and get back to our real world.”  Little Kishen started to cry.  He was only 5 years old and was missing his mummy so much.  “Don’t cry,” Rajini reassured him, “I will get you back to your mummy.”
She went outside to the clay pot where the old man had got the water from.  Near there were some steel glasses.  She took two and filled them both, then took them inside to the book.
“Right, I’m going to do this… I can do this…” but she was scared.  She looked outside to make sure the old man wasn’t coming.  The coast was clear.  Standing next to the book, she took a sip of water from one of the glasses.  Nothing happened.  She put one glass down and turned to go outside, to make sure there wasn’t another water pot outside.  Maybe she had taken the water from the wrong place, maybe there was another special magic pot…
But then, all of a sudden, she started to feel rather strange and with a whoosh she was dragged back. She closed her eyes in fear, and when she opened them, all was white around her.  She opened and closed her eyes a few times. Then she saw the 4 children running up to her.  “Rajini! What have you done? You will be stuck with us now!” Nisha cried.
Rajini looked at her hands and in one was the other steel glass of water.  “Here is where my idea comes into play.  I have some water here.  Please, Kishen, take a sip.  Maybe this will help you.  If this works, run back to the village and tell your mummy and daddy to come fast, with the other villagers, to the old man’s hut!”
Kishen took a tentative sip, and after a few seconds he had disappeared!  “Kishen! Where are you?  We can’t see you!”  they looked up, and sure enough there was Kishen, much bigger than them, wearing the old man’s glasses, which were far too big for him.  “I’m free! Yay! I will get everyone and we will save you too!” He threw the glasses down and ran from the hut.
Next Nisha, then Payal took sips of water and they too disappeared away from the vast white emptiness, back to reality.
Only Mohan and Rajini were left.  “Right, Rajini, we have to go too,” Mohan said.  He went to take a sip but noticed that there was only one sip of water left in the glass.  “I can’t drink this myself and leave you, Rajini.  You were so brave to do this to save us.  What can we do?”
Rajini thought for a moment and then she remembered something. “When I drank the first water to come here, I brought the glass with me as I was holding it.  Maybe if we hold hands while you drink the water we can both go home.”
This was a risk they were going to have to take now.  Rajini could hear voices above them, in the real world.  People from the village were coming.  What if the old man heard and came first, and he managed to take the book before they got out?
Quickly, the children held hands tightly and Mohan took the last sip.  With a whoosh again they were dragged back and as they opened their eyes they were back in the old man’s hut.
“Thank Goodness it worked!” Mohan said.  As they looked up, a gaggle of villagers had arrived.  Mohan’s parents wept with joy to see their son, that they thought had gone forever. Nisha, Payal and Kishen were also with their families.  Rajini looked up and scanned the crowd to see where the old man was.  She couldn’t see him anywhere.
The villagers were starting to ask questions about where they had been, what they had been doing.  Rajini looked at the book… as everyone left the hut, she picked it up, and the glasses, and took them quietly with her.  She didn’t want the man to ever capture any children again.  She walked through the door and saw the clay pot. With a quick kick, she pushed it over so the magic water spilt out, and slowly soaked into the dusty mud floor.  “That should do it.  If there is no magic water and no book or glasses, he can’t do that again!”  She wandered back home and saw a small camp where some travellers were staying.  They had a fire roaring in the middle of the campsite.  She slipped in and threw the book and glasses on it.  As they went up in flames, she thought to herself… where is the old man?  He didn’t come with the others from the village?
She got home and there were many people asking about what had happened.  Rajini and the other children answered as best as they could, and some of the men from the village went to the hut to speak with the old man. When they went there, the hut was gone. The old man had vanished.  There was nothing there, just an old banyan tree.  And where the travellers camp was, there were just the burning embers left, of their old camp fire…. And the glint of metal from the magic spectacles…..
The End


Its 10.45pm and I’ve just finished making my props for story assembly tomorrow!
I like to make stories come alive, not just with the book, but using visuals, and accents, songs and props.
Tomorrow I’m reading Monkey Puzzle by Julia Donaldson.


And I’ve recreated the main characters.


The monkey and butterfly,


And the suspected mummies!

Hope the kids enjoy it… All 180 of them!!

Last week I read Hamilton’s Hats by Martine Osborne.


And I made the different hats!


I wore a headband to slot the various hats into, and the kids loved it!

But I Smile Anyway...

Write away, right?


Those that know me, know I’ve always been a bit of a written wordy (is that even a word?!) person. Yes, I love talking, you normally can’t have a quiet room if I’m around, but I absolutely LOVE reading, books for myself, and reading stories to my little monkeys, the wonderful classes I’m in, at school and generally any kid that wants to listen!

There’s that old chestnut, we all have a book in us, and I do believe that is true, but not all of us have the ability to relay that story, and almost as much as I like to read, I enjoy putting pen to paper (or fingertip to keyboard!) to be wordily (see, another Ritu special!) creative. Ever since I was small I’ve loved to write. In fact the first poem I remember writing was back at school in Lower 2 (year 5 nowadays) and though it was simple, I was extremely impressed with myself! Yes, I still remember it too…

I was sitting in the kitchen,
I had nothing to do,
When my brother came behind me,
And suddenly shouted “Boo!!!”

I fell off the kitchen stool
And landed with a bump!
I turned around and gave my brother
A big hard thump!

He flew across the kitchen
And started to bawl
And yet he still admitted that
He wasn’t sorry at all!!

I gave him another pinch
And all he did was cry…
He said he was sorry
But I’m sure it was a lie….

Ok, ok, a little sibling violence there, but not reflected in reality, hey brother dearest! 😛..anywho, my teacher thought my rhythm and rhyme was great!

I went on to write short stories and won a few small awards in school writing competitions, which boosted my confidence. Great! So I must be able to write! Then life took over, GCSE’s, A-Levels, University life (academic and social!) and finally marriage. One day, around 10 or 11 years ago, I thought, no, this wrong,I should try and do something with all,these literary ideas whirring around in my head, and my darling other half bought me a laptop so I could get creative, and I did… 15,000 words and a few months later, I had the first few chapters of a chick lit type book, then trying for a family kicked in! So, guess what took a total back seat? Yup, said book.

Children… My wonderful children, the next inspirations I had. I would read them all sorts of books, and thought “Well I haven’t time to write a long saga, maybe children’s literature instead?” So I did just that and I managed to write something I’m so proud of, I even got to the stage of thinking of next steps with regards to publishing… But illustrations caught me short…

Cue another few years going by. I went from qualifying as a teacher, to working in banks, retail and a marketing company, then came full circle to school again. Here, some of my wonderful colleagues really encouraged me with regards to story telling, and I got to mentioning that I’d tried to write. I got a chance to read what I’d written to my then class, and I appeared to have great feedback! So I started on a couple more ideas… Then life got in the way … again…

So, 3 years later, the writing bug has bitten me again, in the form of this blog, and I have decided that, yes, I MUST get back into my writing, blogs and fiction. In fact another colleague just said yesterday, that I should bring in something I’d written to read to the new class…

Now this is where you come in…. Please encourage me!
Even if nothing came of it, I’d like to think I actually finished my book, and the children’s stories I started, all those years ago. And if it does happen, I see my name on the front cover of a book, I can thank you all for giving me the ‘thump’ I needed ( like in my early poem!) to get me going again!

My interactive peeps!

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