Sunday, 13 April 2014

The Magic Carpet

Once upon a time there was a boy named Matt. Matt's full name was Christopher Matt Tom. Matt lives in a country called U.S.B. U.S.B stands for "United States of Bolivia." Matt went out to for a walk. He lives with a girl. Her name was Amanda. they walked together until they found a very tall tree. They saw a carpet. They tried to climb up the tree, but they keep falling down. They tried shooting the carpet, but the bullet kept going through the carpet.


They tried almost everything.
Until Matt got an idea. "I know! I can go to my house & get a ladder." said Matt. "yeah! that's a great idea." said Amanda.

Matt went to his house & went to a  work room where he had all his tools. He went back to the tree then put the ladder on the ground.

Matt climbed up the ladder & pulled the carpet down. Matt got pulled of the ladder by the carpet. OH NO!! screamed Amanda. She pulled his legs & climbed on to the carpet.They sat on the carpet. "I know what kind of carpet this is. If it's not an ordinary carpet. It's a magic carpet."said Matt. Amanda sighed. "How do we control it?" asked Amanda."We can't. It's magic, it moves by itself but you can tell it what direction you want it to go to."

"Phew!" said Amanda. "does that mean we can go home?"she asked. "Yep" replied Matt. "Wait, how did you get all of that information." asked Amanda. " My friend told me all of that, he's a scientist."said Matt."OK" said Amanda. "At least we can go home though." said Amanda. So they controlled the magic carpet to go home & they lived happily ever after.

5 comments:

  1. Very nice story. I wish I had a magic carpet. Keep writing more stories. -Thutha-

    ReplyDelete
  2. Wow! What a great story. I think you can write about more adventures of Matt and Amanda in your next story.. Keep it up, mate!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Very nice story... where did you get idea from?

    ReplyDelete
  4. Very nice story.

    ReplyDelete
  5. I really liked the story... keep writing more stories like this

    ReplyDelete