Short story for my brother :)

So, my final blog of the evening will be the short story that I wrote today.  We were given four random words to use as an idea springboard and 30 minutes of class time to come up a short childrens story.  I wrote mine with a specific audience in mind, that is, my little brothers, so it may be a little juvenille for older readers. Personally, I had a lot of fun both writing and re-reading it, and I hope you will enjoy the read too! :)
><>RileyRose<><


An Adventure of Epic Proportions

Peter was having quite a wonderful time. He had run through the jello forest, jumped down the root beer waterfall, found several magic mushrooms, and was feeling quite pleased with himself. At the moment he was walking through the field of the sapphires, picking a couple of the nicest ones when he saw them. His wavey blond hair was lifted by the slight breeze, and sunlight glinted off his baby blue eyes. Smiling to himself, he brushed a speck of dirt off of one of the biggest gems and stowed it away in his knapsack. Suddenly a loud voice boomed out, making Peter jump.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY GARDEN LITTLE BOY?!!' Peter looked around, but he couldn't locate the source of the voice. 'I'M BEHIND YOU, SILLY!' the voice boomed again. Peter wheeled around, but saw nothing except a small plant with an odd red and white speckled top, which looked rather out of place in the sapphire garden. To his suprise, the petals of the plant opened like a mouth, revealing rows and rows of sharp white teeth. The plant grinned, an odd, and slightly disturbing sight. 'You have been picking my sapphires. You don't think you can just take them for free do you? You must pay the price for them.'

'Well,' said Peter, 'I don't have any money with me, what else can I give you?' The plant grinned again, it's teeth glinting in the sunlight.

'I don't need money, little boy. I am in need of amusement....I will give you a game to play, but you must promise to finish it...and if you don't finish...I will eat you.' Peter was a little frightened by the prospect of being eaten by a plant, but he figured that if he lost the game, there was very little chance that the plant would be able to eat him, since it was, of course, rooted to the ground, and it would most likely be fairly easy to run away. So, he agreed to play whatever game the plant would give him.

'Wonderful,' said the plant. 'The game is an obstacle course... you must get over the crocodile pit, swim through the quicksand,

and climb the tall tower near the garden.' Peter found the idea of crocodiles quite scary, but, being a very brave little man, he agreed to attempt the obstacle course.

First came the crocodiles. Striking their eyes with a large stick, Peter jumped on the noses of all the crocodiles, keeping their mouths shut as he jumped across the pond. He reached the other side safe and sound.

The next obstacle was the quicksand. Jumping in, Peter attempted to swim for the other side of the pool. Unfortunately, Peter had not thought quite far enough ahead, and had not realized that it is actually quite impossible to swim in quicksand. He slowly began to sink down into the mud and it finally dawned on him that the plant had been tricking him from the very start.

The plant grinned evilly at Peter. Suddenly, the plant begain to grow. It grew and grew, becoming larger and larger untill it was the size of a man, maybe even larger.

The ravenous man-eating plant turned and snapped it's pearl-like teeth at poor Peter, who was desperately trying to make an escape, which was rather difficult, since he was stuck in the quicksand. The plant's roots writhed and wriggled as they pulled out of the ground with a sickening sucking noise. Free at last, it slowly advanced on the struggling young man sitting helplessly before it. It stretched out its long floral head untill it was so close to Peter that he could smell its sweet stench. Peter shut his eyes and cringed, awaiting a blow from the sharp teeth of the garden-variety monstrosity. Summoning all his remaining energy, he made one last valiant effort to escape. He threw himself forward with all his might and suddenly.....he landed painfully on the floor beside his bed. 'Ow', he muttered. 'I have GOT to stop doing that...'

From that day forward, Peter decided that it was probably a good idea to find better uses for his time than prolonged playing of video games, since these games seemed to give him very odd dreams. Peter began reading more books and spending his time on more profitable things in general, although he has never quite gotten over the fright of his dream that day.

The End.