The Missing Locket

Hey!
So here's the deal, we have an assignment on short stories coming up and I am posting my 3rd draft up here! This doesnt have many of the necessary changes on it, but it's still pretty good?
I want all of your comments as this is a very important piece of my assessment! I hope you like it and if there is anything you disagree with, let me know ok? Happy Reading people!

12.03.08 First Draft: The Missing Locket


It was a hot summer’s afternoon in Darwin and all you could hear were the sounds of children’s laughter and the gentle splash of waves against the beach’s shore. At the far end of the beach lay two children, aged 11 and 12. One was a sweet blonde girl and the other a lofty bronzed boy. Their names were Hillary and Clark; they had been best friends since they were in diapers.
Hillary was the youngest, and the most daring of the twosome. Where as Clark was a quiet, shy boy who looked up to his younger companion and trusted her with absolutely everything.
That very morning, Hillary had received a 24 carrat gold locket from her father living in Ireland, as an early birthday gift. She really wanted to show off her new locket, so she arranged to meet Clark on the beach that afternoon.
As Hillary played tag with Clark you could see her locket swinging from side to side and glittering in the sunlight. It was getting tossed about as Hillary dodged Clark’s sharp hands, but finally as she was pushed to the ground the clasp around her neck loosened and her locket flew into the depths of the sea.
Hillary let out an agonizing scream and sobbed, “My locket, it’s gone!”
After a while of trying to calm Hillary down, Clark suggested that they have a quick search in the sea to see if they could catch a glimpse of Hillary’s valuable locket. Hillary was so happy to have a plan to follow that she absentmindedly let loose a sudden kiss on Clark’s cheek. The pair then set off armed with sticks and nets ready for a long search ahead of them.
The search was thorough and went from one side of the beach to the other. But even after 30 minutes of penetrating through the sandy sea, nothing was retrieved. Hillary had promised her mother she would be home early, so she left. Clark on the hand had not told his parents a specific return time, so he stayed back to continue searching.
For another hour or so, Clark searched the waters over and over again, but he found nothing. Just as he was going to give up searching, something caught his eye; it was a glint and a glimmer! He turned his head slowly and kept his eyes glued onto the shining object, and there it was, Hillary’s locket!
It was caught in-between two small rocks, and it was with in wading distance. So Clark stripped off into his bathers and slowly paddled out. The once warm water felt icy and cold against his skin, but Clark was not going to give up that easily, after all this was HILLARY’S locket. Soon enough the locket was within arms reach and just as he stood up to grab the locket, a razor sharp pain soared through his right foot.
Clark screamed in pain, grabbed the locket and swam to shore. When came to shore and realized what he was holding he forgot all his pains and ran to his house, excited about showing Hillary her locket.
***
Clark was feeling nauseous as he entered though the front door and went to his room, but he thought that it was just spending too much under the sun. As he had said nothing on his entry his mother was worried and arrived upstairs just in time to see Clark pass out.
Clark was rushed to the hospital and everything was silent. Everybody was waiting for the doctor. Suddenly a large graying man stepped outside of the door and said that Clark had stepped on a stonefish and had been injected greatly with its poison, it was his way of saying Clark was no more.
Clark’s mother collapsed into her husband’s arms but Hillary ran straight into the room and stared at Clark. She could not believe that he was gone. She looked over his limp body and noticed his hand clutched to his chest, she opened each finger very gently to reveal what he was holding. What she saw shocked her; he was clutching her gold locket.

Trophey Trouble!

Here is another story I whipped up a while ago! This is a much more simple story as it was done in grade 5, but it's still one of my favourites! Have fun reading it!

Trophy Trouble!

On a peaceful afternoon in New Zealand, the only sounds you could hear were the sounds of nature and the swish of Bobby’s skis as he approached his cozy house. First thing he saw was some mail. He picked it up and took off his skis while reading this letter, it was written something like this:

Bobby Briggs, your time trial has been successful.
You have been chosen to represent New Zealand in the Winter Olympics. The date it shall be held will be 2/8/98.
Yours sincerely
John Mart
Head of Olympic Trials.

Bobby read this letter over and over till he collapsed on his chair. After the shock had died down he started packing. John Mart had sent him some tickets for his plane. “This is amazing!” Bobby thought.

When Bobby arrived at his course he was breathless and stunned that his race was on the following evening. He had better get a goodnight’s sleep.

The next morning Bobby awoke fresh and ready for the race. Before he knew it BANG!!!!!! He was off like a bullet, he zoomed ahead of everyone and he passed the finish line with pride. His trophy gleamed like gold in the sun light.
He went to his hotel and stored his trophy in the safe and went for a joy ski.
When Bobby came back to his hotel, he looked for his trophy. “Where is it? Where is it? WHERE IS IT?” he shouted desperately.
Bobby threw everything out of everywhere but no trophy! “Oh dear,” said Bobby as he collapsed on his bed, “What a wonderful day it has been, and now this! How??”
Suddenly a thought hit Bobby. “The safe!” he yelled, as he stumbled over his belongings, As Bobby opened the safe, there was his prized possession. (along with his skis’) There stood the trophy, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight, being just where Bobby left it.

By: Meghna Sharma

A Flys Flight

I have recently written a story called "A flys flight"
It is about a fly who gets whacked...pretty morbid, but it was my first short story and I wanted to make an impression! I will try and upload it, but you know technology can be...*sigh*!
Well the upoading was unsuccessful, so underneath this will be my lovely SHORT story! Enjoy!

A Fly’s Flight
A Short Story by: Meghna Sharma 7E
It all happened so suddenly. I was so angry that I never saw it. Now look at me, I am falling...dropping so slowly towards the ground, I see my life pop into my mind. It’s all so clear to me know, the reason mother never wanted me to leave home. As memories fill my mind I remember how it all began...
Every day since I was little, I would want to go out, to fly around with my brothers and sisters’, being a fly, wanting to fly was just natural. I used to have heaps of brothers and sisters; but some of them never came home at night, mother said that they had moved on. Slowly the numbers decreased. I was always so angry I wanted to get out, to see the world for what it was like my fiblings, but I was never allowed.
One fine day, probably the best and the worst day of my life, mother came up to me and said that I could go out to collect food with my remaining brother Fred, I still remember her exact words “Flick, I have something to tell you, you may go out to get some food with Fred.” Excited about my first journey, I set off high spirited and gleeful, only to have my spirits, excitement and life crushed.
It all happened as we were nearing our destination Fred turned around to tell me that we needed to be careful around here, as “peeepaul” as he called them were not very nice, I was making a comment about these so called peeepaul and how funny they were, they were yelling out to each other screaming things like “TAAAG, YOUR IT!” and other odd phrases. Then it happened, my whole life was twisted...even now on the brink of death it still happens in slow motion, Fred turned around to tell me to shut-up and a peeepaul swatted Fred with a huge swattermajiggle thing! He screamed for me to get out of here and to tell mother the whole story. I was so scared that I did what I was told; now I wish I had stayed to help him. I flew to mother as fast as I could, and through sobs and tears I told her the story, the WHOLE story. By the end of the story, mother was crying, she then told me the truth, that people hate us flies, and that my brothers and sisters and father died just like Fred did.
Since Fred’s death I was the man of the family, so it was my duty to collect food. I was older and much more mature from the ‘Fred incident’ as we like to call it. But mother was still overly protective, the last time I saw her we were fighting, I yelled that I was old enough to look after myself and that she should just leave me alone, now I regret that. As I flew away, the sight of my mother, sad, was the last thing on my mind. I flew straight to the peeepaul’s home and there it was, right on the table, food, the whole reason of our fight. Forgetting all the rules of caution Fred had taught me I flew straight down to the food, and WACK, I was hit...
As I remember these moments of my life, I feel the solid ground hit me. The pain soaring through my body is making my soul scream. I realise lying here, that I had been such a fool. My mother was not overly protective; she just didn’t want to lose me just as she had lost everyone else. The pain is slowly subsiding.
I am finally free to explore the world.