Creative Writing #2: Barder and the Flying Turban

The little boy's name is Tommy and his dog's name is Barder. Tommy stays at his grandparent's house during the weekends. His grandfather used to be an explorer. He went all over the world, and brought back unique things to remind him of his adventures. Tommy would sit for hours with Barder listening to his stories. Stories of finding treasure, rescuing princesses/princes from their dooms, having tea with the Prime Minister of Indonesia, swinging from tree tops, sword fighting and much more. In his attic he kept all his souvenirs from all his adventures. Tommy wanted to be just like his grandfather.

So one rainy day, Tommy was exploring his grandfather's attic, hoping to find his own adventure. As Barder slept on some old sheets, Tommy was looking through his grandfather's old chest. In the chest there was old black and white photographs, journals, unique pieces of jewelry, tribal stuff, and near the very bottom was this orange turban. Tommy had always seen a turban on T.V. and movies but never in real life. Tucked in one of the folds of the orange turban was a folded photograph. Tommy pulled it out and unfolded the old black and white photograph, in it was his grandfather (who was very young, like in his 20's) standing next to a dark, small boy who was wearing the turban. He stared at the photograph for a little bit studying every detail, then he folded it back up and tucked it back into the fold of the orange turban. Tommy then stood up stretched and closed the lid of the chest. He walked over to his grandmother's old wooden full length mirror, place the turban on his head and stared at his reflection. Barder was now awake from Tommy's stirring and was sitting next to the mirror looking at him. Tommy smiles and asks," What do you think, boy?" Barder looks at him as if he could understand and reply, wags his tail.

Then all of a sudden a small draft filled the attic, Tommy looks around to see if any of the small windows were open. But then he remembered that grandfather had nailed them shut before he was born. He turns back to face his reflection, Barder starts to get anxious for some reason. Tommy just stares at him and notices that he feels a little different for some reason. Then he turns back to the mirror, to his surprise his reflection is floating about a foot off the ground! Barder starts to whine and paces back and forth between Tommy and the mirror. Tommy is awe stricken by what he is witnessing. In a slight panic he calls for Barder to come to him. He wraps his arms around Barder's chest, but to both of their surprise they both started to float above the ground. Tommy is filled with delight, and guides Barder and himself around the attic.

Now maybe I can have my own adventures too, thought Tommy. He started to think about his favorite story that his grandfather told him about a million times. About how he rode camels with his friends Ishmael in the Inida's desert. Then all of a sudden the room started to rumble and everything around him was shaking. He buried his face into Barder's soft fur coat. When he didn't hear any more of the rumbling, he slowly brought his head up. They weren't in the attic anymore, all around them was dark but it was light by the stars and the moon. Tommy looked down and all he could see was the ocean. He could feel the soft ocean breeze and smell the fresh ocean air. Then the ocean turned into sand, palm trees, and camels, the air became warm and dry. Tommy was filled with excitement, he was in India! The same place his grandfather was many years ago and had his adventures with Ishmael.

Tommy and Barder were having so much fun flying around and having their own adventures in India. Tommy soon fell asleep buried in Barder's fur. He then was awaken by something warm touching his face, he slowly opened his eyes. But to only see that he was back in his room, in his pajamas, and the turban not to be found. His heart sank, was that really a dream, he thought. Barder was laying at the foot of his bed looking up at him, Tommy slide off the side of his bed. He accidentally knocked one of his shoes over and out spilled warm tan sand. He jumped with delight, picked up his shoe and ran down stairs to tell his grandfather about his very own adventure in India.