Shreyashi Paudel
Mary was a fifth-grader who loved to draw and write stories. She had great imagination and created compelling characters. She often wished her stories would come to life so she could meet the villains and heroes and explore the world. One day, she found a strange pencil. It was silver and shiny, with a rainbow eraser-something she had never seen in her backpack before.
The next day, she started to write a story about a princess who had to save her kingdom from a dragon. After completing the story, she put down her pencil and admired her work. Once again, she wished the princess and the dragon would come to life and share their thoughts with her.
Suddenly, she heard a loud roar behind her. Turning around, she gasped. A dragon from her story stood there, huge and scaly, with red eyes and breathing fire. It was angry, hungry, and right in front of her. Mary screamed and ran to the door, but it was locked. Then, she noticed the magical pencil on the floor, picked it up, and had an idea. She ran to the window, opened it, and threw the pencil out, hoping someone would write that the dragon would disappear.
After waiting for some time, she heard another roar, but this time, it was not the dragon. It was from a knight in shining armor riding a white horse, holding a sword and a shield. He looked brave and handsome, introducing himself as Prince Arjun. He said, "Hello, fair maiden. I have come to save you from the dragon. Do not fear when I am around."
Prince Arjun fought the dragon, dodging its fire and stabbing it in the heart with his sword. The dragon let out a final roar and fell to the ground. The prince turned to Mary and said, "You are saved from the dragon, my lady. Come, let’s go to my kingdom, where you will be my queen."
Mary was stunned. She couldn't believe what was happening. She had written a story, and it came to life. She met the prince and the dragon, heard them speak, and saw the magic pencil work. Despite being happy that the prince saved her, she was also scared of what would come next. She didn't want to go with him or be a queen; she wanted to stay in her own world and write more stories.
"Thank you for saving me from the dragon," she said. "But I cannot go with you because I am not the princess from your story. My name is Mary, and I am a fifth-grader. I wrote your story and made it come to life. I do not belong to your world, and you do not belong to mine. Please take the pencil and write a story that will send you back to your kingdom and me to my house."
The prince was confused. He didn't understand what Mary was saying. He thought she was the princess who loved him. Not knowing what a fifth-grader was or what a pencil could do, he was unsure how to proceed. Mary instructed him to pick up the pencil and write a story. The prince, holding the shiny pencil with a rainbow eraser, showed that he knew how to use it. Mary told him to copy what she wrote, and they both wrote "THE END."
Slowly, they returned to their own worlds and said goodbye. Mary woke up, got out of bed, and looked around. She was sure it was her room, but she wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality.
Then, she saw the magical pencil on her desk, confirming its reality. She packed her bag and went to school, where her teacher asked them to write. Mary used the magical pencil, once again wishing her words would come to life.
