A short story by a 10 year old writer just the way he wrote it!


The Misfortune Cookie


I looked at my brand new, neat, digital clock. It said the time was 8PM. Which means I had to eat dinner. I went to the kitchen. No food was prepared. I couldn’t just make food magically appear, could I?

But I had a plan, like I always do. No way I was going to stay alive without any food even for one night! I saw my old-fashioned smartphone lying on the dining table. I realized that that night, I wasn’t going to be needing my dining table.

I picked up my phone and searched “restaurants near me” I found a Chinese restaurant nowhere but one kilometre away from me. I left my apartment and took the lift downstairs.

I am not really in the mood for a walk. Hitchhiking will be a terrible idea. I don’t have my own car. What should I do? I thought. I had no bright ideas. I had to walk one kilometre. It was a major inconvenience. You may not think so, but I do.

I eventually reached the Chinese restaurant. It was looking good from the outside. A sign nearby said “enter at your own risk” When it came to eating, I was willing to take any risks. I entered. The chefs, waiters and waitresses did not look friendly at all.

I was not a person who judges by appearances, so I just silently made my order. I ordered some Fried rice and Manchurian. It was pretty good.

When I paid my bills, I received a free fortune cookie. I ate the cookie and read the paper. It said “your money will be gone soon. Beware” It was not just that I was baffled, but I was panicking about what was going on!

I just ignored this warning. I walked home once more. I took the lift up and entered my apartment. I just brushed my teeth and slept.

Next morning, I woke up and felt that I was on some sort of soft surface which felt like dust. I starting coughing. I heard some birds chirping. I felt as if I was in Heaven.

I opened my eyes to find out that I was in what looked like a desert at first, but I found out I was in a beach. I looked everywhere, and found out I was in a beach five miles from home.

At this point, I was done. I started hitchhiking. I found a safe ride. Just when I reached my apartment, I looked at my generous driver. He looked like a Chinese person. I realized that he was my waiter at the Chinese restaurant. He didn’t look so generous anymore!

I quickly opened the car door and leapt out of it like a frog. My next stop was the bank. I felt that those people were up to something and they could know all my bank account stuff.

I was right. My bank account went from $55,000 to absolutely $25. I raced to that restaurant as if my life depended on it. I entered the restaurant and I asked everyone what is going on with my bank account and other stuff. They accused me for accusing them. From their face I could see that they were lying.

    I wasn’t actually sure. Maybe this was the cause of my “misfortune” cookie!


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