mum gave me a diery so i could write my thougts in it every day. she says i am clever for my age. teachers at school dont like me. miss Gregs says i am a buzy body and a no it all. but miss Foster is nice. she always asks if me and mum are ok. she writes down everythink i say.
Now i can write what i say to. my diery is blue and red and has a pickture of a turtel on it. its hard to write out side becos its cold in Febry and my fingers get slow.
I can here mum laughing in side. she always does that when the wizard comes. i dont like being on the back step. its lonly. but when the wizard is here i have to sit on it. mum red me a story about a wizard last week. i dont think the man that makes mum laugh is a reel wizard. he has no beerd or a wand or a cape like Dumbeldoor. the wizard has picktures on his arms and a ring in his nose. and he smells funny. hes meen to me.
I get reely hungry on the back step. last week it got to nite time and i was hungry. when i went in side for a samwidge mum shouted at me. she was lieing on the sofa with the wizard. it was hard to see her becos the house was foggy with blue smoke. it was very smelly in side. the wizard called me a brat. mum said i had to wait for the wizard to go home. i wasnt to be in side when she had her speshul time.
Some times i wonder why my dad doesnt come home. he could make me a cheese samwidge and draw picktures with me. mum says my dad works far away. he must be very busy becos i havent seen him for a long time. mum looks after me good. some times we make griled cheese togehter and she tells me jokes. she doesnt like it when i ask about her work. she says its grown up stuff. she must have a grate job becos she knows lots of peeple and has lots of freinds. some are like the wizard but some i only see one time.
My bottum is cold now. the stars are comign out. at school we did about the moon and the sun. we saw a movie about astronorts in space. when i grow up i will be an astronort and fly away from the erth. i think if i fly far away i will find my dad. when i asked where my dad was mum said he was probly high. she gets angry when i ask about him. mums and dads are sposed to be best freinds.
Now they are playing music. that means i wont be let in side for a long time. i could go to my freinds house. her name is Kris. her mum makes me a cheese samwidge some times. i sleep in a spare bed and she sings to me. when she takes me back home in the monring my mum is always crying.
Maybe the blue smoke gets in her eyes.
This short story was inspired by Indigo Spider’s Sunday Picture Press – a challenge to write a 500 word piece of fiction using one of 2 photos as a prompt.
I reached 554 words and had to stop, I am tempted to write another piece in the third person about Timmy rather than through his words. It’s been a long time since I was 6 so I tried my best to write this as accurately as possible using a 6 year old’s vocabulary and how they might perceive the world. I did a bit of research about how children write so there are some very obvious spelling mistakes etc in the story!
Once again 2 excellent picture prompts. If you want to join in and write a short piece of fiction clicky-click Indigo Spider’s link above and wrap your imagination around one of the photos!
The photo I used for the writing prompt is from http://smashinghub.com