My six year old has decided to take up a career in writing, and after visiting the spooky grounds of Spanish Point in southwest Florida, he found his inspiration. Behold the result (and I hope you understand why I'm a proud daddy to be giving him his first publication).
The Guptill House
It all started at my house. I was about to go to bed. Don’t sneak out this house, mom said. So I went to bed. And the window was open. So I climbed out of the window and went toward an old house called Guptill House. So I went in the house from the side door. As I entered, the door fell off. Inside I saw a black and white picture of a guy. He looked like my uncle. Then I started to hear organ music coming from the foyer. So, I went to the foyer and it was locked. So I walked away. Then the door opened. So I went in the door. Inside, it was so beautiful. I thought I was blind, but when it thundered, it was old as a spider web. Then I heard the organ music again. It was coming from Mary’s chapel. So I went toward the chapel and opened the door and there it was a headless organ player. I was so scared I ran all the way home. The end
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7 comments:
I think this is the start of a beautiful career :) I'll look forward to his future stuff!
Thanks for the kudos, Jenn. He's very excited that someone has read it!
I think that made his day, Pierre--thanks!
He's already a gooder writer than I am!
And besides I didn't actually finish a story I had written until I was 18!
Give him a big thumbs up from me.
Thanks Al! I got a kick out of his plotting, which I'm happy to say is much better than what I usually come up with.
How nice it is to see the love of writing go on to the next generation. Even better, he is actually good! Congrats!
Its simply awesome. I started it and could not wander away for hours. Keep it coming dude!
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