Prize-winning children’s author Melinda Szymanik has written a fabo-ulous story starter. Now it’s up to you to finish the story. Enter the first Fabostory competition for 2017 now!
How To Enter
- Read the story starter on the website. Then finish the story in 500 words or less and submit it using the online form.
- Entries close 5pm Friday March 17th. No late entries will be accepted.
- You will get bonus points if you use all of the following words in your story – kennel, liver treats, hijack
Melinda’s Story Starter: “HERE, BOY!”
Our teacher, Mr Dart, said it’s rude to listen in on other people’s private conversations. And he said eavesdropping can often lead to trouble.
I wasn’t sure what he meant. I didn’t think it was all that bad. After all what kind of thing could kids my age be talking about that was so secret. Or so dangerous.
Of course Mr Dart was right. And I found out the hard way. It all started the day Maria Aches, Tom Bowler and I (Ivan Eyedea, but you can just call me Ivan) were having lunch under the willow tree. The tree doesn’t grow on school grounds but its branches hang really low over the fence. Some other kids were having their lunch just beyond our hiding place and we could hear them talking.
“Don’t worry. It’s behind the caretaker’s shed,” one said.
“Are you sure no one will find it?” another said.
“They’d better not,” the first one said. “I buried it pretty deep. It should be safe.”
We met behind the shed straight after school, and soon found the patch of freshly turned earth. Maria handed out scallop shells she’d borrowed from the art room and we started digging. The dirt was pretty loose and we made quick progress.
“It’s some kind of box,” Maria said excitedly as she scraped more earth away.
“Do you think it’s treasure?” I asked.
“I could buy a new bike,” Tom said.
He pulled the box up and lifted the lid. Rays of light shone out from inside. Tom leaned in closer and that’s when it happened. The light focused itself on Tom and held him in its beam. Then it threw him backwards onto the ground where he lay twitching, arms and legs sprawled, eyes blank and staring.
“Tom? Tom, are you okay?”
“Woof!” Tom said. “Woof, woof, woof.”