The Funny Pebble

The Talking Pebble

There once was a boy named Sam

He lived on the farm with his dad

His mom was a woman very sad

Though Sam’s parents overall were extremely glad

That never did he fight or argue

Or cry or appear blue

Sam was always happy and to himself true

He never, ever, ever had the flu 

One day Sam rode his bike to the lake

For the lake was Sam’s hiding place

He rode his bike like he was in a race

Quickly, swiftly, like going on a chase

When at the lake Sam saw some rocks

He chose one and named it Brock

The one he chose talked and talked

And to home, Sam walked and walked

To his home he showed his parents

The talking pebble that in his hands was apparent

The pebble didn’t talk now for it became transparent

And poof! It disappeared, like Sam’s parents! 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I agree with John...the story must continue...
how did the rock and his parents disappear.
this reminds me of Alfred Hitchcock Presents...he always had spooky stories with indeterminate endings.
this propels interest as fast as Sam's bike would go...
j.

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like Sam had a psychotic break. Also sounds like you have the makings of a good horror story there.