I really enjoyed reading all the Piñata stories! Some of you were happy to be the Piñata, bringing joy to children while others couldn't believe what was happening!! Some of you managed to escape while others ended up in the trash and others took revenge!
Today, Lujain's story is featured. Please make a comment stating what impressed you about this short story.
Today, Lujain's story is featured. Please make a comment stating what impressed you about this short story.
I was at the birthday party and everyone was admiring me saying, “Piñata, Piñata!.” How did they know my name? I was shocked but at the same time happy.
I twisted around while the music was playing and stopped when the music stopped. It was extremely magical and fun!
Later I watched the kids circle around me with a big stick. What would they do to me?
A door from the house swung open suddenly.
“Not now kids, not now!” screamed an extremely fat woman from the house, startling the kids. The woman walked towards me.
“Mike, I told you we’re not hitting the piñata until 7pm!’ shouted the woman. She then urged the kids to go and play.
I was appalled! How could it be? Why would the creators of me want to hit me?
I thought and thought about it. That is why they put a hole in me and filled me with candy! My heart skipped a beat. I tried to cut the rope by swinging but it didn’t work.
At the stroke of 7pm the boys and girls circled around me. Each girl and boy had one hit at me with a big stick. After the last hit, “crack!”
I spilled out the candy like a fountain.
Then the party was over.
I twisted around while the music was playing and stopped when the music stopped. It was extremely magical and fun!
Later I watched the kids circle around me with a big stick. What would they do to me?
A door from the house swung open suddenly.
“Not now kids, not now!” screamed an extremely fat woman from the house, startling the kids. The woman walked towards me.
“Mike, I told you we’re not hitting the piñata until 7pm!’ shouted the woman. She then urged the kids to go and play.
I was appalled! How could it be? Why would the creators of me want to hit me?
I thought and thought about it. That is why they put a hole in me and filled me with candy! My heart skipped a beat. I tried to cut the rope by swinging but it didn’t work.
At the stroke of 7pm the boys and girls circled around me. Each girl and boy had one hit at me with a big stick. After the last hit, “crack!”
I spilled out the candy like a fountain.
Then the party was over.