Adventures In The Wobbin
I really love to write magical stories and this is one of my shorter ones. I went to Essex a few years ago on holiday with my family, and we actually stayed in a place called The Wobbin Cottage! I also decided it would be the perfect place to set my next story, and so, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I give you Adventures In The Wobbin Cottage…
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Hello, I’m Pearl Webster. Do you want to know my full name? Ok, here we go: Pearl, Opal, Ruby, Luna, Indu, Ella, Uma, Danielle, Webster. Phew! Long name right? Anyway, anyhow! I live in an old tumbledown cottage called “The Wobbin” in Essex.
I love our garden; it has lots of trees and loads of blackberry bushes! It also has a secret hideout that I made.
But we have some horrid neighbors! They’re mean and rude and spiteful! They insisted on putting up a fence, all around our garden, to separate their garden from ours, without telling us!
One night, after sneaking a midnight feast, I heard a strange noise coming from outside. I wondered what it could be. So I stealthy crept towards the front door, unhooked the latch, and stepped outside. There was an almighty wind whipping through the trees, and the moon shone brightly. But I could also hear something else; a low whining moan. As I walk carefully around the garden, I worked out that the sound was coming from the neighbor’s garden. I headed towards my secret hideout. Yes, it was 100 per cent coming from next door. So I crept towards the fence and did something I wasn’t allowed to do: I climbed over the fence.
Then I heard the sound again, and again, and again, as I crept towards it. And then I found hiding behind a bush, tied up a being half man, half turnip?!
He told me his story: he’s name was Albert, and he was a magical being called a ‘Turman.’ Mr. and Mrs. Culpeper (our neighbors) had found him and captured him because Turmen can grant wishes. But he hadn’t granted them anything yet, not after they had been so unkind to him. Which was a relief, since I knew what they could do if they could have anything they wanted! I needed to get Albert out of here!
So I quickly cut the rope that bound him with my penknife. (How handy it was in my jumper pocket!) Albert and I ran, climbed over the fence, and charged into my house.
“Thanks…for…rescuing me,” Albert panted.
“Welcome,” I managed to say. Then I made him up a bed to stay the night.
In the morning Albert was so grateful that he said I may have a wish!
“I don’t know what to choose!” I said.
“Just choose something that you like most, above all things,” he told me.
“I wish I could fly,” I said. This was true, ever since I was 10 I had had a strong urge to fly.
“And so it’ll be,” Albert said solemnly, and was gone.
Months later, when on holiday by the sea, I had one of my urges to fly. But I can! I suddenly remembered.
And making myself as light as possible, I lifted myself off the ground. I was floating on air!
It was the most magical feeling EVER!
CHAPTER TWO: SPIRIT
After that escaped, the Culpeper's kept threatening us.
“We’re going to have to move house; they’re threatening to report you to the police and everything,” Mum tells me one night.
“Where will we live?!” I yell on the edge of tears. But there didn’t seem to be any other option. We were the Culpeper’s tenants after all.
Four days before we would have to move house, I woke-up in the middle of the night. I was freezing cold. The blankets had rolled off, and I was shivering. I retrieved the blankets from the ground, and went to fill myself up a hot water-bottle. I got back into bed before realizing that I was hungry. So I tiptoed downstairs to the basket in the pantry, where we kept spare bits of bread and pastries. But the basket was empty. We had a cupboard under the bench outside, where we kept spare food. I was walking there when I heard someone talking.
“Oh dear, Pearl’s late.” I looked around to see who was talking.
“Oh my God! A ghost!” I said when I saw a woman, pale white all over. “And I think I know why pearl’s late,” she said to the others. Then she turned to me. “My dear, I’m a spirit, not a ghost.” I gasped, and then quickly moved onto the cupboard.
I had found myself a cinnamon bun, and I was walking back to the house, when I saw a spirit girl dancing so joyfully, and calling excitedly up to the moon.
Then she froze, stiffly and sharply as a knife. And all the hairs on the back of my neck rose.
My gut told me she had felt me. Then she turned round with wide eyes, and when she saw me she cried out.
“Noooooooo!” And she vanished. My jaw dropped open at what had just happened. I started to run. I ran all the way round to the side of the house where the rest of the spirits were taking an evening stroll around the grounds. I told them what had just happened.
“I feared this would happen,” said the spirit woman who had spoken earlier.
“What would happen?” I panted.
“Well my dear, when you go to sleep the spirit of your soul wakes-up, and goes outside, and dances, and soaks in the moonlight. And the next day you wake-up feeling rested and alive. But your spirit cannot be awake while you go wondering around at night. ”
“Is that true?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes my dear, very true. And that is why it is so important that you get your beauty sleep, otherwise your spirit can’t dance, and you wake feeling tired. And that’ll happen to you if you don’t go beddy-byes!” She put on a silly voice that I recognized as my mum’s. Finishing my bun, I crept back into the house, and right into bed.
When I woke the next morning I found a bag by my bedside. Tied round the bag was a note. Thanks for understanding me, your spirit Pearl x. It read in a faint untidy scrawl. Inside the bag was a massive pot of gold! That helped us move all the way to Romford. And I never got up in the middle night again!
The End!
