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Complete the Story Contest

Can you end this story in a fun way? Think, think, imagine, write.

Deadline – 18th November

How to send your answers: Email to tcpedit@gmail.com OR write a comment here.
The results will be declared on 23rd November.

Rocking Chair

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…

4 Replies to “Complete the Story Contest”

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

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