The Box
Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! I heard the doorbell ring. I ran to the door. “This has to be Christian.” I murmured to myself. (Christian is my best friend.) Ding! Don… “I’m coming!” I yelled.
I opened the door. “Hey Chris…Christian?” I only saw a box in front of me. It had the words hail storm on one side, rain storm on the opposite side, and thunder/lighting on the top. “What in the world?” I said confused.
Then all of the sudden the box started to transform into a device. My eyes grew wide with shock. “Woah!” I yelled. Then the device stopped transforming. I gently picked up the rectangular dark blue device. There were six rectangles labeled hail storm, lightning/thunder, snow/blizzard, rain, and all of the above. Then in big letters it said WARNING THE WEATHER YOU CHOOSE WILL OCCUR ALL AROUND THE WORLD! “Cool!” I whispered with a mischievous smile on my face.
Just then my brother raced through the hall. “I’m going outside!” he yelled to me. “Take a coat!” I chuckled back. “Why if it’s boiling hot?!?!” he yelled back to me. So right as he opened the door and ran outside I pressed the button snow/blizzard. There was a blinding light, it was like I was staring at the sun. Then snow started shooting down from the sky. “C-Co-Col…COLD!!!” my brother hollered while running back inside to drink hot water. I was laughing so hard I barely had enough breath to say, “Told you to put on a jacket!”
I had the power of Mother Nature. As I walked through the hall, I saw my mom watching the news. The man in the news said, “It’s been snowing more than usual down here at the Sahara Desert, I’m here at the scene and the snow is 3 feat ta-.” Just as he was about to finish his sentence I pressed the button hail. The man suddenly got hit by 5 hail pieces. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” the man yelled in pain. I roared so loud with laughter until I had no breath.
I walked out of the room and pressed the button normal weather. Then I saw my brother walking toward me. Where could I hide the weather machine? If my brother saw me with it he would tell my mom. Then I would never control the weather ever again.
I saw the perfect hiding spot! I quickly ran into my room and hid the weather machine under my bed. “How did you know it was going to snow!?!?” my brother roared at me. “Uh. . . ” I paused trying to find a answer. “Do you control the weather or something?!” my brother yelled. “How could a helpless 4th grader control the weather?” I said making up a lie. “OK then, but do you know how it started to snow?” my brother questioned me. “No,” I quickly lied. “Well I’m going ask mom,” my brother said while walking out of my room.
“Whew, that was a close one,” I murmured to myself. After almost getting in humongous trouble because of the weather machine that came out of that package I will never, ever use the weather machine. Unless it’s a bad day and I feel like some amusement.
What weather should I choose next?
February 22nd, 2008 at 12:00 pm
This story reminds me of a cross between Jumanjii and Roald Dahl. Your concept of a box that can change the weather is a great one and you used it to good comedic effect. You might think of a sequel where you use it and it unintentionally almost ruins your life!
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February 23rd, 2008 at 5:22 am
I found this story to be very creative and entertaining. Your personality certainly came out in this one!
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February 27th, 2008 at 12:06 pm
Great story! I liked the part when you tricked your brother. But I think the part about the guy on the news.
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February 27th, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Wow Chris,great writing! It left me in suspense,especially your ending.If I was you I wouldn’t hide anything under your bed anybody could look there.By the way I hope you create a new blog so you can have another amazing entry and also to tell the next weather you chose.
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February 27th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
The writing is so in touch to me you were focused and I,m very surprised for you and I really liked it.Good identity,good ideas flashy vocab.Good personality the sounds and the noises made it so funny.
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February 27th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
Awesome piece!It made me laugh when you made it hail on the news man. The question I have is if you were at the door playing with the “Box” how did you hide it under your bed?
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February 27th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
Belle In my story I said I quickly ran into my room.
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February 27th, 2008 at 8:57 pm
You have an awesome imagination, and you wrote a pretty impressive story. You definitely added a touch to it when you actually had labels on all the sides of your box. It puts the reader into suspense wondering…hmmm…what’s up with this box? Adding the part about the news reporter in the Sahara Desert was a great idea too. Keep on writing like this, and you’ll be publishing your own book some day. Write on!
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May 7th, 2008 at 10:41 am
Thank you Mrs.Beaulieu, You inspire me to become a writer.
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