A Starry Night

A Starry Night

By Sophia Davidson

This story is about a little girl named Willow Grace. It starts with her looking out her bedroom window and out into the starry night sky. She admires the beautiful night sky, and wonders what it's story is, when thinking of the bedtime story her mom tells her every night. No matter how many times her mom tells her that story, she never get's tired of it. It's always amazing. But, she never get's what the ending means. Finally though, she understands the ending. What is it though? What does the night sky look like? Why does it look beautiful too Willow? What is the story her mom tells her every night? Well, without further ado, let's get this story started!

Willow Grace looked out her bedroom window and out into the night sky. She looked at the swirls of the milky way, the planets of the solar system, and the light of the stars. The swirls of the milky way were like creamer in coffee. The planets were like dots of color on a dark black canvas. The stars were like the lights of the night sky; they made it so you could see, but it was so beautiful, all you really needed to see was the stars. It's so beautiful. Willow thought. I wonder what it's story is. She thought of the story her Mama told her every night. Willow had heard this story many times, but she always loved hearing it no matter how many times her Mama told it to her. It was about a little girl who adventured all over the world, looking for things and their stories. She believed that everything had a story, and every story had a thing. Willow believed that too. She looked at her alarm clock. 10:30. Mama would be mad if she knew I was up. Willow thought. But I can't go to sleep, it's too beautiful out. She knew she would have to go to bed soon. She thought of the story she had Mama tell her every night. Once upon a time, she would say. There was a little girl. "Was the girl my age?" Willow would ask. The girl was always Willow's age. No matter how old Willow got, the girl was always the same age. Now, no more interrupting. She reluctantly agreed, but still, Willow always interrupted. Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This little girl traveled the world looking for things and their stories. She believed that everything had a story, and every story had a thing. No matter how many times she found the stories to the things, and the things to the stories, she was never happy. "Why wasn't she happy, Mama?" Willow would ask. But Mama always had the same answer, Shh. But, one day, the girl found something for which she did not know the story, and she was happy. She was happy that she knew there was something for which she did not know the story, and a story for which she did not know the thing. Willow never got the end of the story. She felt like it needed more. But now, looking at the night sky, she got the ending. She knew why it ended like that. 11:00. Willow got in bed and tucked herself under the blankets. She closed her eyes and thought, Now I know what the ending means. I know what it's like not to know the story of the thing, and the thing of the story. Now, I will always be thinking about the Starry Night Sky.

THE END

Author's Note: Please know that I am only 12 years old, and so I'm not a very good writer. I know that there are many, many more people out there who are much better at writing than I am. So, please understand that my writing may not be the best, but that I'm trying really hard here. I really hope that you like my book.

(Also, I like my book right here as it is, but it needs more words for me to turn it in, so I'm going to copy and paste it again down here.)

Willow Grace looked out her bedroom window and out into the night sky. She looked at the swirls of the milky way, the planets of the solar system, and the light of the stars. The swirls of the milky way were like creamer in coffee. The planets were like dots of color on a dark black canvas. The stars were like the lights of the night sky; they made it so you could see, but it was so beautiful, all you really needed to see was the stars. It's so beautiful. Willow thought. I wonder what it's story is. She thought of the story her Mama told her every night. Willow had heard this story many times, but she always loved hearing it no matter how many times her Mama told it to her. It was about a little girl who adventured all over the world, looking for things and their stories. She believed that everything had a story, and every story had a thing. Willow believed that too. She looked at her alarm clock. 10:30. Mama would be mad if she knew I was up. Willow thought. But I can't go to sleep, it's too beautiful out. She knew she would have to go to bed soon. She thought of the story she had Mama tell her every night. Once upon a time, she would say. There was a little girl. "Was the girl my age?" Willow would ask. The girl was always Willow's age. No matter how old Willow got, the girl was always the same age. Now, no more interrupting. She reluctantly agreed, but still, Willow always interrupted. Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This little girl traveled the world looking for things and their stories. She believed that everything had a story, and every story had a thing. No matter how many times she found the stories to the things, and the things to the stories, she was never happy. "Why wasn't she happy, Mama?" Willow would ask. But Mama always had the same answer, Shh. But, one day, the girl found something for which she did not know the story, and she was happy. She was happy that she knew there was something for which she did not know the story, and a story for which she did not know the thing. Willow never got the end of the story. She felt like it needed more. But now, looking at the night sky, she got the ending. She knew why it ended like that. 11:00. Willow got in bed and tucked herself under the blankets. She closed her eyes and thought, Now I know what the ending means. I know what it's like not to know the story of the thing, and the thing of the story. Now, I will always be thinking about the Starry Night Sky.

THE END