Can you end this story in a fun way? Think, think, imagine, write.
Deadline – 18th November
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The results will be declared on 23rd November.
Memoirs of a Rocking Chair
I am not chatty. I usually sit quietly in a corner of the
dining room and mind my own business. I am used
to being ignored. Once in a while, I am called upon
when there is a party and more chairs are needed.
The newer chairs are used for the important guests
and I am often given to the children as their weight
would not trouble me much. You see, I am quite old.
When I first came to this house, I was magnificent
and splendid. Now, I am all splintered and ancient.
Once I was reminiscing the good old days when I felt
somebody examining me. It was a little girl. She had
beautiful curls and a charming smile. She stared at
me for some time and then gave me a big bear hug.
It had been so long since someone had looked at me
with such affection. Suddenly, I heard myself
creaking and squeaking. I was embarrassed. I was
sure the little girl would not want me anymore. But,
to my amazement, she started laughing and jumped
on me…
My squeaks and creaks were no longer an embarrassment for me. I creaked again, and she laughed. I creaked, she laughed. It started sounding like a dual music performance! We continued creaking and laughing. After a while the girl made a different type of squeal. So I also creaked in a different way. We had loads of fun.
Now daily, when the little girl came back from school, we had a squeak and creak jam. I no longer felt the lonely chair that I was earlier, and I felt the same as I did when I was a young and strong chair.
My squeaks and creaks were no longer an embarrassment for me. I creaked again, and she laughed. I squeaked, she laughed. It started sounding like a dual music performance! We continued creaking and laughing. After a while the girl made a different type of squeal. So I also creaked in a different way. The creaking and squeaking continued till we were both in splits (pun intended- of course not literally) .We had loads of fun.
Now everyday, when the little girl came back from school, we had a jamming session of squeaks and creaks . I no longer felt the lonely chair that I was earlier, and I felt the same as I did when I was a young and strong chair. And thus my happiness knew no bounds.
I no longer felt embarrassed, I squeaked again and the girl laughed at me again and again. And I felt happy and delighted. The little girl visits me each and every day, she even takes me to her home sometimes. Different days I do various types of cracks and squeaks and she does various types of laughs and giggles.
I was bit lonely at all from then on u was not left lonely at all. I was the same magnificent, splendid and strong chair. From that day he was never better.
I no longer felt embarrassed, I squeaked again and the girl laughed at me again and again. And I felt happy and delighted. The little girl visits me each and every day, she even takes me to her home sometimes. Different days I do various types of cracks and squeaks and she does various types of laughs and giggles.
I was bit lonely at all from then on u was not left lonely at all. I was the same magnificent, splendid and strong chair. From that day he was never better.