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Chapter 1 “I wish to be magician”
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his head under the pillow. The sound of his sobs was loud. He tried t
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Chapter 1 “I wish to be magician”
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his head under the pillow. The sound of his sobs was loud. He tried t
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this story is for ages between 9-12. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his head under the pillow
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Chapter 1
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his head under the pillow. The sound of his sobs was loud. He tried to suppress them as much as
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Chapter 1
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his hea
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I’m 17 and i wrote this book for children. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his head under the pillow. Th
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I’m 17 and i wrote this book for children. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his head under the pillow. Th
Do you enjoy reading my book?
Chapter 1
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his head under the pillow. The sound of his sobs was loud. He tried to suppress them as much as
Do you enjoy my story ?
I’m 17 and i wrote this book for children. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.
“Virgo…’ a scratchy voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ready”
Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Night had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the kingdom. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very long time.
“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his black, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer suppress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.
Slowly, he thought of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole world to know.
As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a forceful push.
Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one leap. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Come on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange juice‘father is waiting for you in the living room”
Virgo scurried to the living room. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and long pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting silently at the food table.
Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.
“Good evening father.” Virgo pulled out his chair that was shorter than the other chairs.
‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low voice. “How was your day? Still reading”
Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading….’
Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the table and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.
It was a delicious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the circular table.
“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the meal.
Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, cheerful face of his mother. “Yeah I love it mother. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”
“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will tell us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no time to read at all”
‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I want to tell you something else’
“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”
“No mother but…” Virgo stopped for a second, “I want to be a magician.”
Utter silence fell over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the table and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the ground bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle piece.
“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”
She raised her head towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her husband’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding darling’ said Mrs. Farkor “right darling?’
‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his chair, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I want to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the world”
Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him…Wahoo”
“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy house?”
“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.
“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”
“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”
“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his head and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle piece. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped backwards, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.
After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his head under the
Beginning of my novel. VERY first draft. (read it over once, I’m editing now) Opinions? Criticism?
I sat high on a cushioned stool, tapping my fingers against the cold, hard granite countertop of the greeting table. My head rested on my palm as my eyes explored around the room. I checked on the clock every now and again. It seemed like time was moving incredibly slowly and painfully. Every minute I was driving deeper and deeper into what seemed to be endless boredom. I stared at the wall where the clock hung. I couldn’t believe I had been at work for five hours and hardly anyone had come to dine. There were only two parties eating at our restaurant at that moment. While all of my other co-workers were lazing away in the cozy employee’s lounge, I had to fill in for the hostess who was late again. I sighed deeply hoping that either the hostess would walk through that door or some people would, so that I could do my job. The slow days were the worst.
Suddenly, I had a great craving for some chocolate crepes. My stomach growled. I couldn’t remember the last time I had them here. They were the best and with my employee’s discount, I always got them half-off. Nothing tastes better than a break from work and half-off chocolate crepes. I couldn’t wait until my lunch break. Realizing that it was only half an hour away, I smiled to myself.
Without warning, some customers walked in through the French doors. I immediately snapped out of my thoughts. The cutest elderly couple I had ever seen approached me with beaming faces. “Two?” I asked them, putting on my sweet, waitressy grin.
“Yes,” the man replied in a humble tone, and then grabbed his wife’s hand.
Aww, I thought to myself.
I slid two menus from a shelf in the table and curled them into my arms. “Right this way,” I told them. I picked out the best table in the place for them to sit. It was right beside a window with the perfect view. Our restaurant was situated right next to the beautiful park. At that angle, they would be able to see the amazing, gleaming lake.
“Oh, this is lovely. Thank you,” the woman gasped as they sat themselves down.
“You’re welcome, madam,” I said as I placed down their menus in front of them. “You’re waiter will be with you shortly.”
I walked to the lounge and knocked my hand against the door upon my arrival. A few of the faces turned up to look, but the others were buried into something else. I spotted Jack, reclining in a cyan chair, sleeping deeply. I had seated the couple at one of his tables.
“Hey, Jack!” He didn’t stir. “Jack!” I said as I punched him jokingly in the shoulder. “Wake up, lazy. Table 7. A couple. Serve them.”
He opened his eyes and reluctantly pushed himself up, stretching out his arms with an exaggerated sigh. He punched me back like I had just done to him and gave me a glare. “Thanks for putting them at one of my tables.”
I smirked. “You are very welcome.”
Jack’s name suited him well. If you ever asked me describe him in one word, without a hesitation, I would say: jackass. Two words: unnecessary jackass. Three words: half-witted, unnecessary jackass. It was impossible to hold an intelligent conversation with him. If you were a girl, he would spend the time staring at your breasts (and I mean ANY girl) and if you were a guy, he would find some way to insult you or some way to change the conversation to “chicks”. He was so irritating; never respectful to anyone he met. For some unknown reason, my best friend Tori “fell” for him. She claimed that under it all, he was a really sweet and understanding guy. I don’t believe it one bit. I know that he’s just as shallow as he appears. Tori is such a good girl and I know he is just using her. She always saw the best in everyone, even the worst people. I knew that in the end, he would break her heart; I just didn’t want it to happen. I wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times I begged her to end her relationship with him.
Tori and I lived together in a quaint house just outside of town. It had two floors. The bottom was hers, and the top mine. I remember being so worried that I wouldn’t like my housemate. That wasn’t the case at all. She was adorable and probably the most caring girl I had ever known. Her look was so much like her personality. She always dressed in bright, sunny colors. Her brunette hair in the cutest bob. Her brown eyes always bright and aware. She was like the opposite of me, but we never had any problems. I couldn’t remember fighting with her once the whole year I knew her. I loved her. She was like a sister to me. We knew anything and everything about each other.
She was on vacation for about two weeks in Hawaii. I missed her terribly, but she was coming back in a couple of days. It was so lonely at home and at work without her. She was practically my only really good friend there.
I came back to my position again and noticed that the hostess had finally arrived. She was flirting with a guy at the table, about to seat him. He was fairly attractive with dark, short, curly brunette hair. He also towered over
her. Clearly a few inches above six feet when the hostess only reached his shoulders. I also knew that he was way too old for her. She was still in high school and he must’ve been in his early twenties. I watched as she pulled a menu from the shelf nonchalantly and asked with a flirtatious voice, “Will anyone else be joining you?”
The guy laughed and rubbed his neck. “Uh, no. Actually, I work here.” Was that an accent I heard? “This is my first day.” Definitely an English accent. I had never even met another person in my life that had one.
I approached them, about to thank the girl for finally showing up, but I was interrupted by him. He turned to me. “Uh, do you think one of you can show me to the manager?”
“I can,” I said, without thinking. The girl gave me an evil look as if I had beaten her to it. “Uh, thanks,” I thanked her trying to read her nametag. I never had good eyesight. “Lynn.”
“You’re welcome,” she scowled.
I know it has tense problems >:[ I emailed this to me from another computer, but I forgot to save it after I fixed it.
Yeah. MS word changed the "never heard anyone that had one".
Thanks. :]