Sunday, November 2, 2014

Billy And The Train...A Short Story


Time For A Short Story

It's been a couple of weeks since I participated in the weekly writing challenge. I need to get back to it, and this week's photo and accompanying words present an interesting canvas. 

Of course, if you'd like to try your luck at a short story, here are the rules: 

1) Use the above photo and five randomly chosen words in your story.
2) Keep your word count 500 or less.
3) You have until next Tuesday night to link up your story.
4) Use the Blue Link to add your story at Leanne's, Debb's or Tena's websites. 
5) Have fun, don't stress, and let those creative juices flow!

The five randomly chosen words:


And so, here goes nothing!

Billy And The Train

It was morning and it was Billy Thompson's birthday. The precocious newly-turned seven-year old sprang from his bed and rushed down the stairs of his quaint home to the room where his parents slept. 

"Mommy! Daddy!" Billy screamed. "It's finally here! My birthday! Please get up! I want to go see the train!"

The parents of newly-turned seven-year old stirred in their bed. "Is that possibly the time?" the tired father asked his wife. She glanced a sleepy eye at the clock on the stand and said, "yes."

Billy could almost not contain himself as the family drove from their home, a home, by the way, owned by Billy's Uncle Jack, in a car owned by Billy's other Uncle Dave. They traveled through the city and through the valley. They passed the Enchanted Inn and Wind Whistle Ridge and over Bully Bridge which spanned Locke's Law Lake until they finally arrived at Parker's Station where the trains were.

"We're here! We're here!" Billy screamed as only an excited newly-turned seven-year old is possible of screaming. "At last, I can see the train!" The family climbed from Uncle Dave's car and made their way to the station.

"Yes, Billy. Today you shall indeed see the great train! The train that rescued our parents from the evil King who held them prisoner those many years.

"You mean the king who stole their memories?" Billy asked.

"No," said Billy's father. "Not that one. That king took their memories so they would never remember what happened to them while they were prisoners. He was a good king."

"The good king defeated the evil king in battle," Billy's mother said. "After the war, the good king rode on his own royal train and sent it  into the evil king's prison. After he saw the poor people and the condition they were in, he sent the train to his castle before the prisoners were allowed to go home. It was in his castle that they all forgot everything that had happened to them."

"Did they forget everything?" Billy asked, his parent's story replacing temporarily his desire to see the train.

"No--just the bad things," said his father. "Just the bad things."

"And the train that brought your parents back to this kingdom is here and I'm going to see it!" Billy's lungs exploded with the headline-worthy news. "I can't wait!"

Billy's parents said nothing as they paid the fare and watched their newly-turned seven-year old son pass beyond the turnstile and race to the huge metal savior that awaited him.

Word Count: 429

1 comment:

  1. A nice story, the seven year old excitement for his birthday, wish we could retain some of that excitement in later years.