An Excerpt from a Writing Project
From Rockybado: Robot King of the Island
After several rounds of kickball, Brody Ingram wanted to break away from his group of friends for a while and find ways to recharge his mind. Brody’s friends and brothers were still with the creatures when he walked far enough away so that he could be by himself. Just for an hour or two.
The boy walked down a beautiful path full of red leaves, squirrels, and walnuts. He could feel the breeze stroke his messy brown hair. It felt good. It felt very good to walk down a path with the breeze in his face. However, the walk down the trail was not quite enough for him to recharge. He also felt like he needed a little guidance in life. He was all alone in the forest until he could hear a weird voice calling random male names.
“Sam, Jacob, Ryan, Josh, William, David, Brian, Benjamin, Brody….”
Brody raised an eyebrow and attempted to walk closer to whoever was calling off these random names. This “person” did not have a voice that he would have recognized. Out of curiosity, he still walked closer and closer to this person. Once he approached the voice, he realized it was a tiny pink lady, no more than five feet tall. This person looked like an old grandmother; the wrinkles, the dyed red hair, and the apparel from 1942 could give it away.
“You called?” Brody asked with sudden apprehension.
“Why, yes, yes,” the lady responded with glee. “Who must you be?”
“I’m Brody Ingram. Who are you?”
“My name is Prudence McCallister. But just call me Grandma. It’ll make your life so much easier if you call me by that name.”
Brody let out a heavy sigh. He had no idea what to think. He just paid attention to his breathing, which grew heavier as he was feeling very uneasy about the entire situation.
“So, where must you be from, boy?” Grandma questioned.
“Crown Point, Indiana,” Brody answered, now feeling more apprehensive.
“My, yes. I know several people from around that general area.”
“That’s good to know.”
“So, what brings you here, Brody?”
“I heard my name being called.”
“And I’d like to know why you called my name?”
“I’d like to gather some insight.”
“Don’t worry. I like being able to help everyone. I can tell that people are distraught by just looking at them.”
“And you think I’m distraught?”
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