Jack
and the Skyscraper
Jack
was a boy who lived alone in a hut in the city. He lived right next to a tall
skyscraper which had parties every day. He wished that he could get enough
money to afford a ticket to go up there.
One
day, while he was walking, he found a ticket lying on the ground. It was a
ticket for one of the skyscraper parties. He looked on each side and checked if
the road was clear, and he picked the ticket and ran home. He looked at the
skyscraper and then at the ticket and he grinned.
Heading
to the skyscraper, he was stopped by the guard. The guard asked him, “Where’s
your ticket?” Jack smiled and showed it
to the guard and he ran in through the glass door. He saw a button which said
‘up’ on the empty iron wall and that button would take him to his destination.
Suddenly the wall opened and Jack screamed with fright “How is the wall
opening? What have I done?”
A man
came and said “Genius, it’s the elevator. I think your brain has to open up too.” And the man walked away as Jack walked into
the elevator. He pressed the highest number he knew which was two hundred and
twenty two and coincidently the highest number 222 too.
Up went
the elevator while jack was feeling really sick. After around 20 seconds the
elevator opened and suddenly a spear came whistling straight at Jack’s face. He
shrieked and looked back and saw that a spear had just missed his face. And
looking front he saw something worse that a terrorist was going to bomb down
the whole skyscraper. And that was the same thing as bombing the best time of
Jack’s life.
So Jack
ran and kicked the bomb into the sky at the last second and there were
fireworks in the sky. The terrorist saw this and went to pounce on Jack, but
Jack dodged that too. The terrorist went straight into the closing elevator
which was broken by the spear shot. The terrorist went straight down with the
broken elevator.
Everyone
started to clap for Jack for saving lives. Soon the terrorist was put in jail
and as for Jack, he was given the whole skyscraper. He lived happily ever after
with the parties and the skyscraper.
About the author: Siddharth is a 10 years old creative soul. He has a divine ability to concentrate when he is thinking to write. It's a feast for the eyes to watch him write.
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