Write a short story
The sun peeked out from behind a wisp of white clouds, casting its vibrant rays towards the horizon. It was a sight like no other; a poetic mosaic of burnt oranges, fiery reds, and bright yellows that swirled together in a beautiful painting on the sky.
As the sky grew deep purple and nightfall came, the bustling of a nearby city began to grow louder. In the midst of all the hustle and bustle of life was a lone figure, drifting along the streets - a little girl they called Lily.
At only 5 years of age, Lily was adventurous and curious, often wandering off alone in search of a good story. She loved to imagine back stories of the people she passed on her walk, trying to understand the intricacies of their lives.
On this particular evening, Lily was walking home from the library when she stumbled upon an old man, pounding away at a typewriter. Curiosity got the best of her and she peered into the old man’s window and asked, “What are you writing?”
The old man stopped typing, smiled wise-ly at the little girl, and handed her a typewritten piece of paper. “This is a story I’m working on - something special,” he said.
Lily looked at the beautiful words on the page, mesmerized. A story, just like Mummy used to read me! she thought.
“Can you tell me a bit more about it?” she asked, wide-eyed.
The old man smiled and began. “It’s about a young girl named Lily, who is adventurous and curious. She loves to explore the city in search of stories. One evening she bumps into an old man typing away at his typewriter.”
Lily’s eyes widened. She knew what was happening - it was her story! Listen intently, she continued to hang onto every word. The old man finished the story and Lily felt inspired.
A few weeks later, Lily was walking home from the library when she bumped into the old man again. He handed her a piece of paper, a completed short story titled “Lily’s Magical Adventure”. Lily was amazed - the old man had remembered her story, and written it down.
She thanked him and ran home. Once in her bedroom, Lily looked at the story again, with a renewed sense of pride and accomplishment. She held onto her story, and kept it safe for many years - a reminder of how powerful the human imagination can be.