Here are two very special stories were written by the young winners of Bertie’s Christmas Storynory Writing Competition. As it happens, both stories are about dolls – but the tales are very different. So well done Alisa Pullum and Michelle Dufflocq! And Bertie sends a special commendation to Claire Castle aged 7. He says you are all very talented and hopes that you will keep on writing.
Read by Natasha.
Christmas Miracle by Alisa Pullum
Once upon a time, there was a house on top of a very tall hill. In that house, there lived three little children. There was Matt the oldest, which would always get into trouble with his little sister Erika, and little brother Chris. Matt would go up to Erika and take her most favorite little doll while saying, “Oh Erika! Help me, Help me!” in a squeaky girls voice and prance around her room. Then he would go outside and run around the yard still saying “Please help me Erika! Oh Help, Help!” still using his squeaky girly voice. Chris would always chase Matt and grab Erika’s doll. Then everything would be calm, Erika and Chris would play a little board game, and Matt would sit on the couch and pout all evening long, just because his little siblings had won.
Mother would then come home with groceries and ask them,”how was your day?” Erika and Chris would always say,”It was Ok, I guess.” Just because they didn’t want Matt to get in trouble. When ever Matt gets in trouble he gets yelled at all day, and the next day he won’t even talk, not even one word would come out of his mouth. So every Doll!” day when something bad happens, they would keep their mouth’s shut. But one day Matt did something very bad. He took one of Erika’s dolls, using his squeaky girls voice and pranced around the room, as usual. But when he went out side he gave the doll to his dog, Harold. Harold took the innocent little doll and shook it with his teeth. There was stuffing going everywhere like it was snowing! Oh how Erika screamed and cried,”Down Boy! Give Me Back My Doll!” She begged that for a while until Harold finally let go. The yard was a mess! there was a doll arm there, and a leg here, and the little doll head was right at her feet. Chris could not fix or help with this.
When mother came home that day she saw Erika crying with her doll head in her arms and Chris comforting her. On the couch was Matt laughing and saying, “YES! Victory is mine, all mine!” Then she asked Erika what had happened. “Matt gave my doll to Harold and now I only have her head.” she said moaning with tears. Moms face got red, as red as the burning sun, as red as fire burning clearly in the yard. She went to Matt and grabbed him by the ear. “I’m sure santa won’t give you any presents!” She said. Matt’s ears got scolded with these words and moaned with pain. He was in his room yelling and kicking everywhere!
Three months passed and soon there was three days before christmas. Erika still had her doll head in her arms and had never forgiven her brother after that day. Every night she would prey and say, ” Dear sweet santa, your beard as white as snow, your bells sound as beautiful as a carol, your suit as red as blood, oh please fix my doll.” Then she would go to bed. On Christmas eve, her family came over and exchanged gifts all night long. After the feast, every one went home. So Erika went under the tree and placed her doll head under it and then said, “Dear sweet santa, your beard as white as snow, Your sleigh as sparkly as sun rays, your suit as red as blood, oh please fix my doll.” So she went to sleep and had a very strange dream. It was Christmas and Matt got a large bike and rode it outside all day long. Chris got a cool board game and played it peacefully. But in Erika’s box there was a piece of coal! She woke up terrified and went down stairs to look under the christmas tree. But she did not just see presents, she saw santa holding her doll head! He put christmas dust on it and in seconds the doll had a body with a beautiful dress on it! Even a crown that even she could wear!
Tears of joy ran down her cheeks and before she new it, she was hugging santa clause exclaiming, “Oh, thank you santa! Oh, thank you so much! I knew you would come, I just knew it!” Santa hugged her back and said with a smile, “If you are good I will come with a present just for you. I heard you talking about me so I would like to give you a bell from my sleigh but be careful. If you do not believe me, you will not hear it’s sweet music it would play for you.” More tears of joy ran down her cheeks and she said with joy, “I will always believe you santa. I will, I will!” She hugged him tighter than before and finally let go and when she did, he snapped his fingers and he disappeared while saying, “HO, HO, HO. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!” and he was off! Everyone woke up and Chris got a peaceful board game and played it, Erika got what she wanted, and sadly, Matt got something, but it was a piece of coal! from that day on, everything in that house was peaceful and they all lived happily ever after. Even Matt.
The Ice Doll by Michelle Dufflocq
There once was a little girl named Sunny. She had no brothers or sisters, and at her school everyone teased her. In general she was lonely. But one night on Christmas Eve at exactly mid-night, she wished on a star. Dear star: I would like a friend, the kindest and sweetest friend ever. I would like her for a Christmas present. I do not need anything else. If you grant me this wish, I shall be the happiest girl on earth. And then she went to sleep. The next day was Christmas. There were all sorts of presents to open and lovely things to eat. After that Sunny went outside to play in the snow. She went running all around the yard looking for her friend. Suddenly she tripped on something. Owww! She said, then standing up to go see what she tripped on. It was a small doll; that has about the size of her hand. She was so beautiful yet so dainty and delicate, that she seemed to be made out of ice. You shall be my friend. What’s your name? My name is Sunny, said the girl. My name is Ice, said the doll. Yet her lips didn’t move. Well Ice, said Sunny. We shall do everything that friends do, we shall go ice-skating, we will read books, go to the sea side in when it’s warm again, and play together. Come with me, we shall go inside, said Sunny, picking up the doll.
But as soon as Sunny and Ice were in the house, Sunny notist that Ice was slightly smaller than before. I must be seeing things, thot Sunny.
Sunny and Ice did everything friend do, they read books together, baked cookies together, went ice skating, and played games together. Soon it was time to go to sleep.
By that time the ice doll was about the size of a pea. I shall make you a little bed on my dresser, so you can sleep peacefully, said Sunny. They both got in to bed, and dreamt sweet dreams.
The sun rose and Sunny opened her eyes. She got up, put on her dressing gown, put on her slippers, and ran to go say good morning to Ice. But alas, instead of Ice all there was was a small puddle of water. For Ice was indeed made out of ice. And she had melted during the nights sleep. Sunny looked into the puddle, planning to see her reflection. But instead she saw Ice, with a tear in her eye.
But alas, Sunny’s life continued. She went to school, did her homework, and before she knew it, it was Christmas again. There she was trudging threw the snow, but suddenly she tripped on something. Owww! Said Sunny, and then going to see what it was.
this bock is the best! i wish michelle could make up storys evry month or for evry holaday!
December 28, 2006
i love the ice doll! it is a lovly story.
December 28, 2006
love this story!
December 30, 2006
Michelle´s beautiful story brought a tear of grandfather´s pride to my eye.
December 31, 2006
I was very moved deep in my heart by Michelle´s lovely and beautiful story
December 31, 2006
I am not surprised that such a lovely and imaginative girl as Michelle would write a story of such wonder and emotion. I look forward to your next adventure.
December 31, 2006
What a wonderfull story. Sometimes the dearest friends must be kept in your heart to be with you always.
December 31, 2006
I loved your story!!!!!!!!!!!
the ice doll was really cute!!!!!
keep on writing such wonderful stories, Michelle i am sooooo proud of you!!!!!!
January 8, 2007
I love both your story’s Alisa and Michele you both put somthing in your story’s that nobody can take out it was talent!
February 13, 2007
I love the both story.
It was sad that sunny lose her friend and Erika’s favorite doll was broken.
I wish Alisa and Michelle wrote lots of fun storys.
February 21, 2007
Hzveing Michelle as sister is like haveing a birhtday, you never know what she can bring in every day life. I was not suprise when she won. Its a miricle and it will always be, a peace of magic is broght in to eny bodys hart, if they ever meet her, listen to this story and you can make your minde. 🙂
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March 15, 2007
April 28, 2007
THIS STORY IS VERY NICE.IN FACT ALL E STORIES ON STORYNORY R NO WORDICAN DESCRIBE HOW I LIKE THE STORIES ON STORYNORY.
April 28, 2007
Keep up the great work. It very impressive. Enjoyed the visit!
June 29, 2007
I think Ice comes back every year.I’m glad Matt got coal!
July 26, 2007
I really liked the stories. Keep up the great work, it was very pleasent to read.They were very sweet.
Dear Bertie, are there going to be more competitions?
If there are can you please tell me when?thank you.
August 1, 2007
i want 2 b pen pals with Michelle Dufflocq.
My name is Yvette.Birthday:25th April, 1999.I love to dance and draw.
please write to me.
i am glad, yvette you like my story so much, but i cant be pen pals with you, cause you could be a robber trying to kill me, and that would not be plesant!!!!!!!!!!! so you know, this is the real michelle dufflocq, not some impersonater, i swear. oh,and yvette, i see that you are supposedly seven years old, so ya know, i am way older than you.