The Teleporting Machine
Julia lived in 7 Shady Street, but she liked to live someplace where it was not so quiet, someplace where it was noisy!
The next day at school, Julia told her friend Casey about the place she wanted to be in. Casey agreed. Shady Street was the most boring place you could ever live in. “Julia, I was wondering how we would go there,” Casey asked.
“Don't worry, I know the perfect place we could look in for something to take us there, maybe a broken car with a good engine,” Julia replied.
Casey agreed it was a good idea.
As planned that evening Julia and Casey both left home and met at the junkyard. They looked for a few ten minutes but unfortunately found nothing.
Suddenly, Julia eyed something blinking in the distant. “Casey, look!”
They helped each other pull it out and guess what? It was a teleporting machine! “Look Casey, it's a teleporting machine!” Julia informed her friend. “How do you know, Miss Smart-Pants?” Casey teased. She looked at the vehicle and on it was painted “TELEPORTATION VEHICLE.”
“How do you know it's a real one? Looks like some small kid got pieces of junk to make an imaginary car,” Casey sneered.
“Don't know, but want to try it?” Julia asked.
“No, I'd rather you try it. You look so interested,” Casey said.
“Come on Casey. My mum always says good things come in small packages. Are you sure you really don't want to try it? I'm sure it's something really interesting,” Julia encouraged Casey.
Casey raised an eyebrow and said, “Maybe I do want to try it. Let's see.”
They climbed inside. There were two seats on the front and the back and a table in front on the front seats with lots of buttons.
Julia sat on the seat with the manual in front of it. “Look Casey, there's also a manual. I'm sure this is no joke.”
Julia looked carefully at everything in the manual. The pressed a few buttons as instructed. But nothing happened. “I followed the direction very carefully…” And BLAST! The machine took off and in a flash they were taken to a rowdy party with crowds and of course, big NOISE!
The party was so full that Julia and Casey nearly got lost. “It works all right, but I am not liking it here,” Casey commented.
“Me neither,” Julia agreed. They decided to go back inside their machine.
“Great, now where do we go?” Casey rolled her eyes.
“Don't worry, we just got this machine. Doesn't mean we have to go somewhere tonight and now. It's ours to keep forever. Right now I feel like going home and eating dinner. Lets meet again in the junkyard tomorrow at the same time,” Julia said to Casey.
Julia followed the instructions and they were back home in seconds. “Thanks Julia,” Casey said, “I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. You were right. Good things do come in small packages.”
“It's okay. Good night then. I'll see you tomorrow.”
The next day a little boy named Spike was passing by the junkyard when he saw the machine. “It's my machine, my machine! I found it!” He exclaimed and took it home.
After tea Julia and Casey met at the junkyard. “Casey, where did our machine go?” Julia asked. It wasn't where they had left it last night.
“Hey Julia! Look, footprints! Let's follow them. Maybe then we can find who took it.”
They ended up in a small red-bricked house. They knocked on the door and a little boy opened it. “Hi, may I help you?” he asked.
“Yes. Have you seen a teleporting machine?” They both asked at the same time.
“Yep its mine,” the little boy replied, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Spike.”
“So you're the kid who made it? I was sure some kid painted the sign on the machine,” Casey said.
“So um Spike, can we borrow your machine? It's amazing. You can come with us. Please?”
Spike thought for a moment and said 'yes.' That evening the three friends went to a few places they wanted to go to.
Julia and Casey had the most fun ever discovering a whole new world and making a new friend. Now they never complained about “QUIETNESS”
By Nuzhat Fatima
Love me not
"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
WHEN someone you look at looks so perfect that its too good to be true, when you look at that someone and realize that there can be none who will can more perfect for you, when this is the only person you want to be with in the pouring rain, the only person you want to share your every moment with, that is always when it begins. It brings the horrible side of this beauty and makes the feathers of happiness burn and become ashes. A feeling of wanting to hide, feeling of wanting to run away from all this, the feeling to just end the last breath of you looking at that person…for the last time changes everything. Forever.
The journey begins from the minutest three words that ever can be spoken by the infinitesimal being, and often ends scorning hearts and ruining lives. Love is said to be the strongest power on human emotions, as well the most destructive one. To skeptics who blow off this factor as people being weak of heart, they should think again. In one way or the other, falling in love plays a very important role in all of our lives. Deep inside, all of us know what its like to be…
The tiny drops of water clung to the windowsill as Reedita looked at them falling from the sky. The smell of freshly washed soil was a favourite, and there she loved the sight of the sky just after it rained. She looked at the screen of her cell phone which she had barely managed to buy. All she wanted to do was wait for him to call. After spending the last of her money recharging her cell phone he decides not to talk to her. She would be appearing for her first O level exam tomorrow, and yet she could not even remember what the formula of kinetic energy was. For over a year she had been preparing for this day, and she had been impeccable in every obstacles. But this one failed her…
Mahid looked at the spotlight and started strumming his guitar. This was the last song he had written for her, and this was the last song he would be singing…ever. The melody mixed with the atmosphere and blended in with his emotions, the ambience was piercing through his heart and yet there was no sign of her. He pictured her to be there, smiling at him and cheering for him, but the only thing that smiled at him was the silence that she brought on to him with her cruelty. At the end of the song, he looked at the entrance and wished that a miracle would happen. It never did. His last song was left unsung…
Picking her bags, she looked at the picture for the last time. Trying to smile at the memory, Anusha hid the frame and got out of the house. The chilly atmosphere and the crispy air blew her curly black hair. Everything seemed as if they were against her, and she just wanted to run away from what just happened. It hurt her to see him with someone else, and the scene just kept on playing in front of her eyes again and again. She went into the tall building that was the entrance of her happiness, but she blew it. Instead of sitting in the interview she sat on one side of the park and cried her heart out, only wishing that she could ever have him back…
Her smile made his life complete, every time she walked away it was as if he took a piece of him with her. His life began with her, and ended with her. Without her Zahin would never have come this far, and would never made his life the way it was, and now she was there…in the stars. His heart felt like a field fired with innumerous bullets and decapitated to a new and higher level. With one last look at the stars, he went near the roof and did not look back. He wanted to go where the stars were…
Love begins with such fantasies that make our life look like the most perfect tale, and when it ends it feels as if…the feeling cannot be described. In the end words are all they ever have and that is never enough to change what will in no way be the same…
By Raida Kifait Reza
Murdered by love
Yesterdays pass by
As I start to think
Still don't believe all you
could do was nothing but lie
Lie to me every time I was bleeding inside
Slash my heart till it could grow no sore
You see what you've done to my heart?
All I realize now what you saw within my eyes
Those eyes look at me as anything but your love
You got what you wanted from me
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