Story in a Story - Chain Writing

A boy named Garrioch who was five years old was playing in the yard. He was playing with his dog. But suddenly his dog started to dig a ground as if he was summoned by something. It kept digging Digging and digging no matter what the boy said to stop him.
"Stop doggy! You are a Bad boy Doggy!" cried the boy.
All of a sudden the digging stopped. The dog had a bok in his mouth when he came out from the hole that he digged.
"What is this??"
the book looked old and aged since it was going all yellowish and he could smell that it was a old book.
To my Great Great Grandson it was written on the front.
"Wow this looks old let's read it!"
The boy opened the first page of the book and started to read it slowly and loudly.

While many people might believe that the world eventually settles for the better. It is not the case for the absolute majority of those in the world. Everyone lives in the hope that they will succeed either by a turn of fate, stroke of luck, or through abilities. But sometime in their lives, one has to comfort the truth. This is a message to everyone and particularly to you. You are most unlikely to succeed.

I am unlikely to succeed. When I confronted that truth there seem to be no reason for me to live. I am a loser. I should kill myself. So I went up to the roof. I left my will next to my shoes and looked down. It was pretty high enough to kill me. That was when I saw a dandelion struggling to survive between the bricks. And I began to think that my life is too valuable to be taken away like this so easily. So I came down from the roof.

The fact that I had nothing to eat or that I didn’t have a place to live in hadn’t changed at all. I almost thought about jumping off a bridge this time but then I saw that dandelion again. At first glance I thought it was just another wild flower. When I looked at it more closely, it seemed unexpectedly familiar. Although it was a crazy idea, the idea that the two flowers where exactly the same came into my head. Maybe this flower is not ordinary flower. Maybe it possesses magical abilities!

I kept examining the flowers for more than one day. The more I looked however; it seemed to be just a wild flower you can see anywhere. But since it was my life-saver I decided to water it. (it was summer and it hadn’t rained for days). When I watered the flower it suddenly shone brightly. Then I heard someone say “Hooray!!!” but didn’t notice that it came from the flower. It turned out that the flower was the genie from the magic lamp. The lamp was taken by a witch and the genie ended up in the flower.

“Thanks for telling me your story Alex” a woman says

“But oh… I can’t really remember what happened after that………..Genie talked to me and said………” a boy went on.

It was a small white room and the woman is writing down something very quickly. She smiles and says bye to the boy.

The boy came out into the street and looked back at the house with a dissatisfied expression.

“I don’t think she believed any of that” said the boy.

“Well who cares?” said a voice out of nowhere. A genie materialized on the boys shoulder.

“Yeah, who cares?” the boy shrugged and went home with the genie, hanging from his shoulder dangling its feet.

 

"Hmmm.....I wonder is this a story written by one of my ancestors? If it is I think I might be able to use this story in my creative writing class!! I think this is a great story!" exclaimed the boy.
"Wurf Wurf" the Dog barked.
After Two days it was a creative writng class time. The boy read the story that he found at the back of his yard and the teacher thought that it was a very creative piece of writnig written by him. He got an A on his writing assignment. The first A he have ever got. After he got his first A he became a top student in his writng class because he started to et interst in writing stories. He went to Harvard English Literature course where he graduated and became a successful writer and he lived happily ever after.

 "Umm......Mr. Garrioch why are you telling us this story?" a boy from 11B4 class asked.
"Well, you guys seem to be bored and all about to doze off, so I thought I might tell an interesting story. Wasn't it a pleasant nice story?"
"Ummmm..............Well, I guess so......"
"Okay this is one of my own creative writing story that I created and I hope that you will make up your own and post it on your blogs by tomorow. Bye guys this is the end of class for today!"