Young Writers Project: The Mystery of the Purple Egg
Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire in response to writing prompts and selects the best for publication here and in 21 other newspapers and on vpr.net. This week, we publish responses to the prompt, Purple Egg: You go outside one day and find a big, purple egg. What happens? Read more at youngwritersproject.org.
Prompt: Purple Egg
It was one afternoon in the summer
I’d been bored for the entire day
I needed a book I could sit down and read
Or maybe a game I could play
I wandered outside absentmindedly
Just trying to pass the time by
It was then that I figured out something to do
Because something quite large caught my eye
I wandered on over for a better look
The thing was as tall as my leg
And purple, and spotted with intricate dots
It looked like it could be an egg
I reached down without really thinking
And with both hands I tried to lift it
Now, I’m pretty strong to be honest
But the egg didn’t wobble one bit.
What was this egg? Was it an egg at all?
I really did not have a clue
But I checked on the giant egg day after day
After all, it was something to do
For a whole month I checked on that orb every day
Admiring it — so intact
At least, I should say, until one sunny day
When I found that the egg shell was cracked
I watched in amazement as more cracks appeared
And a splintering sound filled the air
One side of my brain said “Come on, man! Let’s run!”
But the other half just didn’t care
The eggshell fell down and a light filled the air
So bright that I covered my eyes
By the time I uncovered them all I could see
Was a winged silhouette in the skies
As I go to the door, I see something on the floor.
I pick it up and bring it inside.
I wait a few days, but it just stays the same.
I wonder what this means.
Why is it purple? And why is it here?
On the Sunday in the middle of April,
This strange, purple egg
Begins to shake, quake and crack all over.
Something is coming out, but what could it be?
It cracks and begins to open.
The contents will be known; this thing will be here.
As it begins to open, I peek inside.
But to my surprise, it isn’t a bird or an animal,
But it is a note. Wait.
How could a note shake and quake and be born?
Nonetheless, it was meant to be read, and I will read it.
As I unroll the note, I see the quote.
A letter written to bring joy and happiness.
I read it out loud. It says, “Happy Easter.”
It was one o’clock as I put on my coat, boots and hat to go outside. I needed the fresh air and sweet chill of winter to wake me up because I had been sitting in the house all day with nothing to do. I was bored and needed something to clear my mind. Once outside I cut across a field and went down a hill to a brook that flowed between the trees in the small patch of forest behind my house. The water bubbled up over the rocks in the stream and I started to throw pebbles into it only to watch them sink with a plop. All of a sudden, a shiny object caught my eye beneath the clear water. It seemed to be only a purple rock but as I looked closer I saw that it was a bright, purple egg. I stuck my hand in, pulled it out, and went back up to my house, trying to imagine what could be inside.
I put the egg on my living room table and watched it carefully every day. I also prayed that whatever was inside the egg wasn’t poisonous or evil. My imagination took control of my mind as I pictured a dragon, magnificent bird, or another mythical creature breaking out of it. After a couple of days, I thought that nothing was going to happen and that the creature inside must have died. I was about to throw the egg away and give up waiting when I heard a crackling noise. I peered closer at the egg and saw a minute crack on one side which soon turned into a hole. What looked at me through that hole made me scream in shock. Two purple eyes stared back at me with wonder. As the creature then climbed out of its shell with its human-looking arms and legs, I saw that it was no bigger than a softball, had bright blue skin, and two soft violet wings attached to its back. I couldn’t believe what I had discovered; I had actually found a fairy!
I stood in a stupor as the fairy flew, off-balance, up to my face. I had no idea about what to do so I just stared straight ahead. The fairy then started to hum a sweet, quiet melody. To my surprise, each note I heard turned into a word that I could see in my mind. I couldn’t believe that I was actually communicating with a fairy! Nevertheless, she told me that her name was Jolie and that she had been hibernating inside the egg but had somehow gotten lost and needed to be reunited with her family.
I instantly felt guilty for having taken the egg inside my home and I promised Jolie that I would bring her back to where I had found her, and she understood me. I stepped outside and Jolie followed me down to the brook. Once there, she looked at the woods and water and told me that this is where she belonged. I was glad that I had brought her back to her home but I was also sad to leave since I felt like I would never see her again. Seeing my sadness as I trudged back to my house, Jolie went to the stream and plucked a purple stone from the water. She placed the stone in my palm and told me that we would be friends forever because I had helped her. With our goodbyes sung and spoken, I walked back to my house with happiness and a clear mind, looking back on the past days as exciting and magical.
Mystery. Something very strange just happened, and you don’t know how or why. Write a story. Be succinct. Alternate: Photo 10, (at right). Write about this photo. Due April 5.
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