Saturday, 17 October 2015

The Magic Mug

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So there I was sleeping in my bed and all of a sudden I heard a pop. It must just be my imagination I thought. All of a sudden I saw red curly hair. I rubbed my eyes and it was gone. Then I felt something on my back. I turned round but it was just my dog. Then I heard a scream. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!” the voice from outside my door screeched! I went in to my sister Fionnuala’s room and shook her but she didn’t wake up. I slapped her in the face with a plate but she didn’t wake up. I walked across the hall to my other sister’s room and Niamh said,” A creepy clown came into this room and clowns are my biggest fear!” I didn’t believe her.

So I took Niamh into my mum and dads room but they wouldn’t wake up. I did what I did to Fionnuala. I wacked them in the face with a plate. They still wouldn’t wake up. So I made some tea and coffee to tempt them into waking up. I rubbed my hands on the mug of tea to warm them. Suddenly a genie popped out of the mug and said,” I am the genie of the lamp. Oh no! I’m in a tea mug not a lamp. Oops!” He did a little twirl and Niamh twirled and danced with him. Soon I joined in with the dancing until the genie said,” I am going to help you defeat the clowns. Then I knew Niamh was telling the truth. “How do we do this?” I asked “Well,” the genie began “you must visit all three magical stations in order to regain health, build an army and to find tools and armour.”

So he told us how to defeat the clowns and gave us a map of the stations. Then he disappeared. Niamh looked confused. When I was going to go back to bed I heard three pops. Next I had a knock on my door. I was extremely worried until I heard,” Leah, are you awake?” a soft voice said from outside my door. It was obviously my mummy. Who else would it be? But it wasn’t!

The door opened with a screech. Three clowns entered my room. I just about was able to run past them. Then I ran downstairs into my parents’ room. They were gone the clowns were coming towards me so I jumped out the window. Luckily there was a ladder outside leading to Niamh’s room. As I was climbing up the ladder my hands became slimy. I clearly wasn’t the first to go up the ladder that night. I got through the window but left it open. Eventually I woke Niamh up and we took the map and the mug with us. Of course we had to be quiet to avoid the clowns hearing us. We were going to have to go to the three stations and defeat the clowns.

We looked at the map and made our way to the first station, The Castle of Doom! It didn’t sound or look like the safest castle to be honest and every time you opened the gates you would here a scream or an evil laugh. But it was worth taking a risk. As we sneaked through the garden the genie of the mug appeared and said,” hi, it’s me again. Just letting you know that the secret button you must press for an armour, weapons and warriors is over there. Bye!” and then he disappeared. So we pushed the button and nothing happened. All of a sudden I heard a scream, Niamh’s mouth was wide open so I guessed it was her screaming because I don’t think anyone would be tempted to open the gates. A young man, about twenty years old, was standing in front of Niamh. Then she sees another, and another, and another. Soon there is about fifty young men stood in front of us. They’re all holding ridiculously sharp swords and wearing beautiful blue crystal armour and swords to match. “ We are your army,” Said the first man.” Our job is to help you throughout the entire series of battles.”

So ‘twas time to go to station number 2, The Haunted House. Once again didn’t sound like a house that you’d be greeted by a nice couple with four young children and be given chocolate bars and tea. I wasn’t telling Niamh the names of the places although she’s older than me by two years I knew she would be scared. So when we arrived an old lady arrived at the door. This lady had warts on her face and had grey hair but after a few minutes she came into the living room with a knife which was pointing at us. Suddenly she turned into a rat and was killed. Niamh and I looked behind us to see that one of our army men had just shot an arrow at the mouse lady person. It had proved that the army were on our side 100%. The genie of the mug popped out of the mug and said,” Here you go!” Then he clicked his fingers. He disappeared. Pink crystal armour and a pink crystal sword were on the sofa for me and the same in blue for Niamh.

The final place was the one I was least looking forward to. We made are way to the final destination, The Clown Cave! So eventually we arrived. It was dark and creepy and when you were thinking of a song all you could hear was screaming. But it was time for the battle. We remembered what the genie had said,” When your sword touches the clown it will turn back into human form, won’t be hurt, will be wearing the armour, have the sword, join the army for the battle and be really kind and happy forever.” “ We’re humans that want a fight!” Niamh and I called proudly. Nothing happened. “Fine then scaredy cats!” shouted Niamh. Suddenly there were growling noises from all around, some clowns came out of hiding, then some more and then some more. More and more and more and more were coming out soon there was three times as many clowns as there was of my army. But we began the battle.

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Niamh and halve the army men worked on the lighter side of the cave. Niamh was very brave considering her fear. Niamh was able to bring back Fionnuala and many others. The other halve of the army and I brought back my daddy and many others. Although there was one last clown, well that’s what I thought. It was a very fat clown and no many how many how many timed you hit it with a sword it didn’t go back to being a human. It stepped aside. Behind him had been a baby. Niamh hit my mum and the baby and it was actually my mum who had a baby. Then I heard a big

Then I was in my bed and my hair was a mess. It was all just a dream. But I felt something inside the covers. It was a baby bottle. Was I really dreaming? OH NO!

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