Welcome to Creative Kid Thursday!
17-year-old Daniel Johnston is the mastermind behind the blog READERS AND WRITERS PARADISE. He is an excellent writer – I’ve featured some of his stories on my blog before. Now he has ventured into new territory. He has designed and published a kid’s magazine. No – it isn’t a magazine just meant for kids, it is a publication written, laid-out and published by kids! All the written content in the magazine is by kids – but anyone will enjoy reading it!
Daniel has also recently written a children’s book, called “The Wrecking Ball Employee”. Daniel’s description of his novella follows: “It’s a hilarious tale called The Wrecking Ball Employee where a kid attempts to get a job but is more successful in things like getting eaten by a girl who thinks he’s a hot dog and being accused of poisoning by a government agent.”
Here is a BONUS! A preview of the novella!
Chapter 1: The Dare
“I bet you can’t get a job there.”
“I can too!” I protested.
Carol stopped and looked straight at me. “Look, there’s a jobs wanted sign. If you can get a job there I’ll…”
“Let me play with your dog for a day,” I interjected.
“Yes,” she nodded, and then grew an evil grin, “but if you fail to do so within the next three days, you have to go to that scary movie with me. And no putting your hands over your face!”
“No way!” I protested, but she simply shrugged.
“Then do it.”
It was a really rotten deal, and in bed that night falling asleep was a hard task amongst all the kicking I was
doing to myself. How could I have been so stupid! I repeated to myself again and again.
Sure, I could’ve still tried to call it off, but then I would’ve been a coward. We’d even done the secret handshake, after she’d called me a wimp if I didn’t take the challenge. That kind of insult from a girl isn’t something you can just take. Worst of all, if I’d have backed off it would’ve been accurate
Oh, you may think that the downside to losing the bet wasn’t really that bad; after all, what kid wouldn’t want to watch a scary movie.
But this wasn’t just any scary movie.
This was the scary movie.
No, I told myself to finally get to sleep, there was no way out, but also nothing to worry about.
I’d just have to get that job.
“What’re you guys doing this week?” Mrs. Mecre, our fifth grade teacher, asked us in class the next morning. I don’t know if she always actually wanted an answer to customary questions like that, but she usually got plenty.
“Eddie here’s going to get a job!” Carol announced loudly, prompting everyone to turn and stare at her. Even Mrs. Mecre changed from an exhausted expression to an amused one. I, on the other hand, was not happy. I’d been stupid enough to get suckered into for Carol’s dumb bet, so the least she could do was not blab it to everybody.
But of course that’s exactly what she was doing.
“Uh-huh,” Mrs. Mecre said wryly. “And what job is that?”
“A job at Bordeaux’s,” Carol explained. “They’re hiring.”
There were scattered snickers across the room. Bordeaux’s was the local food market, so most of us had been their plenty of times. But that was a lot different than trying to get gainful employment there.
“Hey,” I defended myself, rising from my seat, “what’s wrong with trying to do a little work? That’s more than I
can say for you losers.” I sat back down, but not before I stared pointedly at Henry, the biggest of those losers. He
predictably returned the favor, sticking his tongue out at me.
“You realize, of course,” our teacher commented, “that Bordeaux’s only hires people eighteen and older,
and only with a high school or even college degree.”
My face flushed, but before I had a chance to respond Carol jumped in. “There are ways around that,” she promised smoothly.
Mrs. Mecre merely chuckled and got on with the lesson, but I took that to heart. For the remainder of the
morning I found it hard to concentrate on The Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler or the 2nd Continental
Congress. Already the clock was ticking on the bet, and my brain was stumped.
“What did you mean there are ways of getting around it?” I asked Carol eagerly when lunchtime finally came.
She shrugged. “That’s for you to figure out.”
Watching her walk past me to the food aisle I could only think one thing: Oh, no!
Chapter 2: Hot-Dogging
“Look, Mommy, it’s a hot dog!”
“Where, sweetie?” The mom asked her little girl.
“Right there,” the girl told her, pointing directly at me.
“Oh, my,” the woman said, as a person is apt to do on spotting a walking hot dog.
Seeing through the eyeholes was a little tough, but I managed to maneuver my way over to the meat section, where food in my likeness lined the aisle. I took a deep breath, and began to dance, in full view of all the customers around, which was a couple dozen.
“Get your hot dogs here!” I called, trying to deepen my voice. “Hot dogs!”
Trying to see wasn’t easy given my rapid movements, but I miraculously managed not to hit anything. Anyways, if I fell over maybe people would come over and then I could convince them to purchase a few dogs.
“Come on, get some hot-diggities over here!” I called, starting to get a little hot and tired inside the full body suit.
“Mommy, I want to eat that hot dog!” remarked the little girl.
“Olivia, that’s not a real hot dog,” her mother tried to explain. “It’s just a person dressed up as one.”
Wham! All of a sudden the world turned upside down and I fell to the floor in a heap. Everything went totally out, my vision just a collection of lights. Darn, I knew the hot dog costume would turn out to be a bad idea.
“Thanks, mister,” I said when I felt someone’s hands on me, assuming they were trying to help me up. But a second later I felt myself being attacked!
“Olivia!” the woman cried, and I could feel her footsteps pattering quickly against the hard floor. “Get off that hot dog right now!”
I couldn’t believe it! I was trapped in a hot dog costume, being attacked by a tiny girl. Quickly, I tried to roll over on top of her, but before I had a chance she took a big bite…right on my left arm.
“Ow!” I howled, grabbing my arm in horror. When that girl said she wanted to eat me, she really meant it! Not only that, but she picked a bite!
I stumbled, trying to get away before the girl could try it again, but only succeeded in landing flat on my face. I braced myself, but luckily the unholy terror was already accompanied by her mom once again. “That doesn’t taste like a hot dog,” the girl complained.
“Honey, it’s not!” her mother explained. “Like I said, that’s just a person wearing a costume.”
Painfully, I managed to stand up and get to my feet. I pulled down the top part of my costume and waved to the little girl. “Hi,” I said warily.
“Are you ok?” The mom asked, her voice flooded with concern. “I’m so sorry.”
If being thrown to the floor and bitten like a piece of meat is ok, then I guess so. But out loud I simply said, “Yeah, I’m alright.” Then I looked around and noticed how many people were standing around who had witnessed the incident.
“Maybe y’all should buy some real hot dogs now,” I suggested hopefully.
The attempted cannibal shook her head decisively. “I’m never eating a hot dog again as long as I live.”
There was nothing I could do but breath a long, weary sigh.
Want to read more?
HERE is the awesome news!
Daniel has generously agreed to give 30 copies of the full book away to the first ten people who order a copy of the new Kid Writers Magazine (Go HERE to learn about it and buy a copy!), and to the first 20 people to subscribe to the Magazine!
Categories: Other Stuff Related to Books and Reading