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Jamie Winter's Christmas Dream

Short story By: ben hardstaff
Childrens stories


This is a word for word copy of my nine year old nephew's dream that he recounted to me this Christmas. It amused me, and i promised him i'd publish it on BOOKSIE. Please comment, it will make him happy.


Submitted:Jan 6, 2013    Reads: 59    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


Jamie Winter's Christmas Dream

Once upon a dream i had, there was a family nagging about going to France again. Me, obviously disagreeing, but they always win so they decided to go to France. We had to go by boat for some reason. Yippee! i guess. When i asked when we would be there, my mum said "8:00pm", which was quite some time so i decided to jump in the T.T.F (teleporter to France) to get a preview. I woke up in the house with my family, who were wide awake, and weirdly the French prime minister was there! I proceeded to call him a "batard" and then i walked over to a viewpoint. From there i saw Big Ben and the Eiffel Tower. Then i noticed a strange light coming from Big Ben so i decided to investigate... So, walking along i decided to chat to some french guys with my french knowledge. When we arrived we went to the church part. When we got to the second floor we realised we had to take our shoes off. I didn't. I ran down like a madman causing havoc everywhere! After a few runs a woman with a frying pan started chasing me, then a maze magically appeared so i hid inside the actual hedge, but one of her pupils found me. She then sent me to chop nine pineapple slices in one minute! When i finished she locked me, and the nine pineapple slices in a water torture chamber. She turned on us. I broke the glass to save the pineapple slices, and then knocked her out with her own frying pan! I climbed to the second floor and threw my shoes at people. I kept climbing until the fifth floor, where everyone was wearing sunglasses to protect their eyes from the bright light coming from Big Ben. I couldn't see so i ended up walking out of an open window... SPLAT! I had to get back so i ran over to the house and i was suddenly zapped back to the past as my mum was paying £10 for the boat. "All in a days work" i laughed to myself. The end.





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