Henry
The party had balloons that’s for sure. They were scattered everywhere across the ballroom and clinged onto the wooden ceiling. They would not let go. Cake was on the table
and cake forks were next to them, waiting for a person to pick them up. The toffee cookies were close to it with vanilla icecream and chocolate pudding. I licked my lips when I saw the strawberry tart at the end of the room. I wish I could bite into it, My mouth full of whipped cream and jam… But I know it will be a tough match to get it. It is a prize for the greatest person who competes in the talent show. I have been training. Everyday I take a swift glance up at it, my mouth dribbling while I lift my weights and sing my song. It goes;
As I lift up my heavy weights
My strawberry tart awaits
You will really be in for a surprise
For here I come to get my prize
Its here under my nose and eyes
And also under my soft chin…
And what do you know?
I may win!
It sounds a little high pitch but I think I will win. Well, until I hear the soft singing from outside my door. It is Miranda. The girl with the hazel eyes and the freckles. The girl who’s hair it so blonde and curly it’s like a sun with waves of sea. She has a much better song than me. It goes;
I may win but I may loose
But the choice is just for you to choose
I may or may not get the prize
But I may get the surprise
Really it your choice completely
I ask you ever so sweetly
Don’t you like a girl with hazel eyes
And sparkles scattered around the skys
With the most adorable size
And the face you will always recognize
Who is ever so wise
A girl who will give you advice
A girl who needs some paradice…?
I am jealous. Her voice sings across the mountains hitting my heart. For a moment I thought she deserved to win but then I remember my song. The song that needs to be improved. I need to work on it. After a few days of practising I find something perfect….
Miranda
The hope of me getting the strawberry tart is disappearing into the air. I was practising when I heard the opera style of song floating through the air. The voice belongs to Henry; The boy with the brown hair and the shaggy shorts. I frown; How am I going to win this contest if this boy does a better job than me? I will have to make up another song. A song that is better than his. Something…Poetic.
I have always wanted to be a poet when I grew up. I have won a competition for it but only because I copied it from the internet. I am wishing, Hoping I can get my chance to shine. It is today. The contest. I need to hurry and write it down. Write down something better and greater than his…
Henry
I have come up with the perfect song. A song that will beat everything and everyone. It goes;
I hope for a yummy scrummy treat
At least something good for me to eat
I want a while
To make me smile
I have looks
I do write books
But what I need is a little snack
That will grow my hands and back
To make them stronger
Please I can’t stand this any longer
I want a week
When I’m not weak
And a day
That not so grey
or just a year
That makes me cheer
Or maybe a decade
To make me get paid
Or a century
With no enemy
Just please
Save my cheese
I smile. I will win this for sure! Then I hear another song from Miranda’s window. She had come up with a better song than me. A way better song…
Miranda
I come up with a way better song. I know I am going to win. Until I hear a new song. Outside my window I hear Henry. In look back at my song;
I have waited for my time to come
A time, a moment when I have won
A sight that will meet me
Will simply be
When I finally see
My strawberry tart glistening
I want a future
Way way better
A song that will meet me
This song you see
Is the song your hearing
The melody that soars
Over beaches and shores
Then I hope
Maybe hope
I may win…….
This is not good enough. Unless… I have an idea. A light bulb moment dawns on me “Henry!” I call outside. “Yes. What is it?” I smile “Do you want to team up?”
Show day
Henry
After a few stupid songs from other contestinsts they announced;
“Miranda and Henry. Please come up to sing your song.” I smile at her; We are going to win for sure. I hold my breath and start to sing with Miranda;
As I lift up my heavy weights
My strawberry tart awaits
You will be in for a surprize
For here I come to get my prize
It’s under my nose and eyes
And under my soft chin…
Then Miranda starts singing too.
I. May. WIN!
Then we all start singing;
I hope for a yummy scrummy treat
At least something for me to eat
We want a surprize
For our sweet prize
We have a song
A melody that soars
Over islands beaches and also shores
Really it’s your choice completely
We ask you ever so sweetly
Don’t you love a boy in shaggy shorts
The type of boy who plays a lot of sports
The guy who hates the sound of snorts…
Or maybe the girl with hazel eyes
And sparkles scattered around the skys
with the most adorable size
Who is also very wise
The person who will give you advice
A girl who needs some paradice
I want a week
When I’m not weak
And a day
That not so grey
or just a year
That makes me cheer
Or maybe a decade
To make me get paid
Or a century
With no enemy
Just please.. PLEASE
Save my cheese.
Miranda
We did it! We won!
I look around for Henry but he is gone. When I finally see him he is shaking his head and holding up a plate. It is empty. Well apart from a little mouse. A little mouse ate our strawberry tart. This was all for nothing.
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Well, I'm sure that Miranda and Henry had good singing voices. I can't imagine how disappointed they would be from the mouse. I really got engaged in the story. The story really swallowed me.
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Hilarious story! All that for nothing. Great job
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Wow! This is an absolutely amazing story! I loved the constant rivalry between Henry and Miranda. There were some typos here and there, and some other places where some more descriptions would be useful to improve it, but other than that... I love the ending so much! It made me laugh out loud! Well done, keep up the good work!
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I can't find any typos? Where are they. I would love you to tell me
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I can't find any typos? Where are they. I would love you to tell me
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Cute story. Keep writing.
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Thanks! I have been away for a while so I have not written last weeks prompts and none of this week either... But I have written thirteen other storys in the past... Three weeks? Or two. I think three though. I will check.
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Yes three weeks.
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