The Little Blue Marble

This was another warm-up exercise in which we were given a bag containing six objects, all of which had to appear in our story.

The Little Blue Marble jostled for space amongst all the other marbles in the bag. He was SO FED UP with being stuck in the boring black and white bag with all the other marbles. They were so dumb! They thought they were something special. Some were bigger than him. They bumped him around and never even noticed that they'd hurt him. Others were very shiny and beautiful, always polishing themselves and going on about how lovely they looked. Others were were very bright, loud colours and considered themselves more valuable and important than all the rest. The Little Blue Marble thought life very dull and boring, stuck in the bottom of the bag.
One day he noticed a little hole had split open in the bottom of the bag. He wiggled around in the seam, wiggling and wiggling until eventually the hole was big enough for him to jump out. BANG! He landed on a hard floor tile with a strange giraffe pattern on it. He slipped and skidded around on the floor, getting stuck in the cracks between the tiles and finally coming to rest under a HUGE wooden chair.
It turned out that the chair was actually a throne belonging to an Indian princess. She was a very lonely princess. Her parents, the king and queen, were always away in Delhi and she stayed at home, surrounded by loads of toys that she never played with because she had no-one to enjoy them with. A fly buzzed lazily around the room, the princess listlessly brushing him away as she sat staring into the distance. "Even a skeleton sitting here with me would be better than being all alone," she thought sadly to herself.
The Little Blue Marble jiggled against her toes, tickling her gently. The princess looked down and, for the first time in years, she giggled. She let the Little Blue Marble tickle her toes for a while and then she picked him up and rolled him around in her hands. She balanced him on her head, threw him up in the air and then out of the window! She ran outside and found him in the grass. They played together all day long.
At the end of the day the lonely little princess put the Little Blue Marble under her pillow, already planning what they would do together tomorrow.

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