Thank you to all those who entered last month's story competition.
Unfortunately some very good stories have more than 500 words so are disqualified. Stories already submitted may be resubmitted in future months with some editing to qualify them.
Keep writing your stories about yourself and Emily, Amy, Jasmine, Belle and Matilda. Remember to keep them short and interesting. Funny is always good too.
Congratulations to Lauren aged 6 from Victoria,
from the Australian Girl Team!
This is her story...
THE MAGIC CONCH
It was a hot summer’s day and Belle and Emily had decided to go swimming at the beach. Belle had found a particularly large shell that was mostly made up of black, grey and browny colours.
When the two went home to Emily’s place, Belle decided to investigate the shell further. She dumped the other shells, rocks and seaweed on Emily's front verandah. She entered the smelly bathroom (it was smelly for Belle had used it to moisten seaweed a lot) and scrubbed the shell with a sponge. Instantly, a small figure came out of the small shell.
He was at most 10 centimetres tall. He was wearing a long, green robe. His waist long hair was tied up in a long plait and his boots were made of strong leather.
Hello me girl. I’m Coddswollop. I’m a genie. He said it in a bored voice, as if he’d said it a hundred times before. I’m here to grant you 1 wish! He smiled a toothy grin. But it faltered as he saw the look of utter astonishment on Belle’s face. Look, kid I’m on a tight schedule here, just say something and I’ll make it happen. Kapeesh? But when Belle still looked confused, he said, Fine, fine, if you don’t want a wish...! I-I-I, wish for...um.... er... lots of shells! Cockles, and clams, too! Belle answered in a nervous voice. Your wish is my command! said Codswollop, and with one flick of his outstretched finger hundreds of shells appeared and landed with a plonk onto the sink. Wow! said Belle, amazed.
When it was time for Belle to go home, she hid the shells in her coat so that it wouldn’t lead to awkward questions. When she got home, and had placed the shells outside to dry, she decided not to tell Emily, she probably wouldn’t believe her, anyway.
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