Arash of Beverly Hills

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The lord of the Sevens!

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Once upon a time there was a Young man who was born in the 7th month of the year.  Many common trouble people came to him but he lived , but it seemed to the him that he was the boy who lived.

“Troubled people acted like there’s nothing more to the young man than what he was doing,he wanted to be an actor, singer,pirate,” he said to himself with a frown.

One afternoon in a writers club, he thought, “Sometimes I wish i could be a story teller but i dont feel inspired all the time ,besides i have no training, no confidence,i want to tell the world greatest story so he thought of the notorious number 7, a lucky number supposedly! he did something special for his birthday but he wanted to do something special for himself again.”

He went to his room and found his favorite piece of jewelry , the one that sparkled when he taking it up high under the sun.  He took the jewel to yard and threw it higher and higher without worrying it would fall and break. One time he threw it extra high and when he ran to catch the jewel, He slipped on a wet floor and fell. The jewel fell and plopped right down into the royal well!  He raced over to fetch his jewel before it dropped too far, but by the time he got there he could no longer see his priceless jewel in the water.

he dived into the well and dug the priceles jewel out. it was not brocken. now he was thinking to sit down and write his story.

 

 

A new day for england!

Harry’s magic pirate ship

There was once a little boy called Harry whose dream was to have his very own pirate ship and sail around the seas; finding treasure that had been lost a long, long time ago.

Harry always spent his weekends with his Grandma and Granddad; his Mummy would drop him off every Saturday morning at 9 o’clock on the dot and pick him back up on Sundays at 6 o’clock just after tea time.

Grandma and Granddad’s house was a big old farm house with a big garden and was next to a meadow full of lovely flowers. At the bottom of the garden stood Granddad’s workshop and an old shed.

One sunny Sunday morning Harry was sitting at the table with his Granddad having breakfast and told him that he had a dream the night before that he was captain of a pirate ship searching for lost treasure.  Granddad said to little Harry “well to find any lost treasure Pirates  you need a treasure map!  Pirates can’t go anywhere without a map”  So little Harry and his Granddad spent all that sunny afternoon making a map to find the lost treasure. There were a lot of dangers for Pirates searching for treasure and by the time they had finished the map showed sharks and quicksand and other Pirates little Harry would have to overcome.

Harry’s Mum arrived to take him home and he gave his Granddad a hug goodbye and off he went still thinking about the pirate ship and the lost treasure.

The next day Harry’s Granddad decided he would start building Harry’s pirate ship from his dream to surprise him with the next weekend.  It would take him a long time so Granddad got straight to work!  Granddad knew he needed lots of wood to build a fantastic pirate ship and looking in the garden he saw his old shed that had been standing there with only bits of junk in it for years, “that’s it” Granddad thought to himself ”  I can use the wood from the old shed.”

Granddad opened the shed door to find an old car steering wheel from a car he’d had many years ago and also an old bell that used to hang on the shed door, Granddad thought they will do for the pirate ship, so he put them to one side and started to pull down the old shed.  He laid all the planks of wood out on the garden and once all the shed was taken down he carried all the planks of wood into his workshop where he could cut up the wood and start making little Harry’s dream pirate ship.

Granddad worked on building the pirate ship for the next few days getting up early each morning and only stopping when Grandma would shout down the garden “your tea is ready!”

Friday soon came around, and Friday was market day in the town, Grandma always went to the market on a Friday to do her shopping.  Before setting off Grandma asked Granddad “is there anything you need?”
“Yes” Grandad replied, ” there is a stall on the market that sells flags, please could you look for a big pirate flag to put on top of Harry’s pirate ship?”
Off Grandma went to market with her shopping bag and a list of all the things she needed.

It was soon time for Granddad to paint the pirate ship and to fit the old steering wheel he had found in the shed.  Granddad fixed the wheel to the front of the pirate ship and the old bell on the back; “I knew the bell would come in handy and give little Harry something to ring if he got into danger on his dream pirate ship”

Granddad found some old rope and some old bedding at the back of his workshop which he would use to make a sail for the ship, all he needed now was for Grandma to return with the pirate flag so he could place it at the top of little Harry’s pirate ship

Saturday morning was the day of the big surprise for little Harry and at 9 o’clock on the dot he came running down the path with a big smile on his face. The first thing Harry said was ”Hi Grandma, where is my Granddad?!”  “He’s down in the garden” Grandma replied “but before you set off, don’t I get a hug?”
“Oh sorry Grandma,” said Harry and he gave his Grandma a big hug and off he ran to find his Granddad.

Granddad was standing at the front of his workshop when Harry ran up to him and gave him a hug. Harry asked “Have you still got the treasure map Granddad?”
“I have” replied Granddad “and I also have a big surprise” Granddad pulled open the big door on his workshop for Harry to see his dream of a pirate ship had come true! “Wow” said little Harry “is that mine?” Harry’s eyes lit up and he had the biggest smile a little boy could ever have “oh thank you Granddad my dream has come true!”

Granddad pulled the pirate ship out of the workshop and onto the meadow so Harry could start to play at being the Captain of his ship.  Little Harry climbed up into the ship and started steering the way and ringing the bell to warn the other Pirates that he now had his ship and was setting off to find the treasure
“Are you forgetting something?” asked Grandad as he passed Harry the treasure map they had made the week before.

Granddad returned to the farmhouse and made a cup of tea.  He sat at the table reading his newspaper feeling very happy and proud that he had made Harry’s dream pirate ship.

Harry was on his ship shouting orders to his crew when all of a sudden the grass in the meadow turned from green to a deep sea blue and his ship started bobbing up and down on the waves “wow” thought Harry “it is a magic pirate ship!  Now I can really go and find the lost treasure!”

So off Harry set on his voyage holding the treasure map in one hand and steering the ship in the other.  It seemed like he had been sailing for hours when in the distance he spotted what looked like a island. Harry set his course for the island as he thought it would be a good place to bury treasure.

After hours and miles of sailing Harry finally reached the island.  It seemed a lot smaller than when he had first spotted it from his pirate ship out at sea, it was only about the size of Granddad’s back garden.  “Never mind” he thought,” the smaller the better as it would be easier to find the lost treasure.”

Harry climbed out of his ship holding on tight to his map.  The path he and his Grandad had drawn the week before showed him which way to go and he started digging when he reached a small tree.  He dug one hole with no luck, so he tried again a little bit further along the path.  Harry was digging away when all of a sudden he hit something hard, it was a little wooden box.  He cleared the sand away and pulled open the top.  Inside the box were lots and lots of shiny gold coins  ”Yes! I’ve found the treasure” Harry shouted
He picked up the box and turned to head back down the path to his pirate ship.  Little Harry soon realised that he had forgotten to fasten the ship to anything when he first reached the island and he had been so busy digging he hadn’t noticed that his pirate ship had sailed away.

“Oh no!” thought Harry,  “How am I going to get back home to Granddad and Grandma?!”
Harry sat down and started crying.  All of a sudden little Harry heard a voice, Granddad’s voice, shouting his name. Harry asked “How did you find me?”
“You fell asleep on your pirate ship” replied Granddad “you must have been dreaming”
Little Harry got up and climbed out of his pirate ship and started to tell his Granddad all about his dream on his magical pirate ship.  “But what is that in your pocket Harry?” asked Grandad and when Harry checked he found one shiny gold coin..

This story is dedicated to all the little boys and all the little girls that have a dream, that don’t always come true but some are magical.

Always follow your dream

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The Sword in the Stone: a King Arthur Legend of the Sword Story     

 

 

“My goodness,” said Arthur.  “It looks like that sword goes right into the stone.  But of course that’s impossible.”

 

A bugle sounded.  The tournament was about to begin! “Get my sword, demanded Kay”

“Right away,” said Arthur.  But where was it? Arthur looked around in panic.  Kay’s spear, battle-axe, and dagger were right where they should be.  But no sword. “Kay…” he said, “how about a battle-axe?”

“Arthur, I said my sword!”

“Yes, of course,” said Arthur.  “But just a moment.”

“Be quick about it!” said Kay.

Kay’s spear, battle-axe, and dagger were where they should be.  But no sword.

 

Arthur ran back into the tent.  Maybe he had left Kay’s sword there?  He searched through the bag of armor and weapons.  How could he let such a thing happen? Then he had an idea.

Very fast, Arthur rode back to the market square.  The guards were not there anymore – they must have all gone to the tournament.

Arthur stepped up on the marble block.  “Let’s see if that sword can get unstuck.”  He took hold of the handle of the sword. He moved the sword a bit.  “Hey!” he said. “It’s looser than I thought.”

With one big tug, the sword slid out.  Arthur was thrown back, but the sword was safe in his hands.  “I will be sure to bring it right back.” He raced to the where his brother was waiting.

“Here it is,” he said, handing the sword to his brother.

Kay took one look.  “Oh!” he said in surprise.

“What is it?” said Arthur.  But his brother was gone. Soon after, he heard his brother’s voice outside the tent.  “Father, I have something to show you.” Kay and his father stepped inside the tent.

 

Kay took one look.  “Oh!” he said in surprise.

 

“Look!” said Kay.  He pointed to the sword.

Sir Ector stared.  His face turned white.  “Kay,” said the father, facing his older son, “where did you get this sword?”

“It is mine!” said Kay, holding it close to him.  “I have it now.”

“Kay!” said the Father again in a stern voice.  “I will ask you one more time. Where did you get this sword?”

The young knight’s head dropped down.

“From Arthur,” he said.  “He lost my sword! Somehow he got this one.”

“Arthur?” The father turned to his younger son.  “How is it that you came by this sword?”

 

“It is mine!” said Kay, holding it close to him.  “I have it now.”

 

“I’m sorry!” said Arthur.  “Father, I will put it back right away.  I only meant to borrow it when I pulled it from the stone.”

“You must take us to where you found this sword.  At once!” The three of them rushed over to the market square.

Arthur climbed up onto the marble block.  “It came from here,” he said. He lifted the sword over his head.  Then he dropped the blade back into the stone. “Now it’s back.”

“Hey,” said Sir Kay.  “I still need a sword!”  He jumped up onto the marble block.  Grabbing the hilt of the sword, he pulled and pulled.  But it did not move.

Kay shouted to Arthur, “What did you do to it?”

“Nothing!” said the lad.

“You must have done something!” yelled Sir Kay.

“Hush! Both of you!” said the father.  “It is better if no one sees or hears us.”

But it was too late.  A crowd had already started to form.

“Hey! Did you pull that sword out of the stone?” called one.

“Yes,” said Arthur. “I did.”

“Do it again!” called another from the crowd.

“Yes, let’s see it!”

 

“Say!  Did you pull the sword out of that stone?” called one.

 

Arthur put his hands around the golden handle.  With one tug, the blade slid out.

“Who are you?” called another voice. “What’s your name?”

“Arthur,” said the lad.

“Wait a minute, put that sword back!” A tall knight pushed forward from the crowd.  “Anyone can pull it out, once it’s been pulled!”

“Go ahead.  Put it back, son,” said a voice.  It was the Duke of Cornwall, the one who had called for the tournament.

“All right,” said Arthur. He slipped the blade back into the stone, with ease.

“Anyone can pull it out, once it’s been pulled!”

 

“Let me at that now!” said the tall knight.  He jumped up and grabbed the handle of the sword.  But pull and tug as he might, the sword would not move.  Not even a bit.

Another knight tried.  Then another. But no one could move the sword. Some waited, thinking the longer they pulled the sword, the looser it would get.  But when each man took their turn, the sword did not move for them.

“Let the lad try now,” said the Duke of Cornwall.  “Arthur, go ahead.”

Arthur stepped up to the stone again.  In one motion he freed the sword. This time, he held it high above his head.  The blade flashed in the sun. Amazed, the crowd did not know what to think.

One called out at last.  “He must be our new king!”

 

In one motion he freed the sword.

 

“We have a king!” called another. “At last!”

“Stop!” shouted the tall knight.  “Do you really think this skinny boy should rule over all of us?”

“Yes!” said a voice.  All eyes turned around.  It was Merlin the Magician.

“I know this boy. I know his heart.  There is no one in England who has a heart that is bigger and stronger than his.  The sword has told us this young man is to be the next king of England. And there is something else!”

A hush fell on the crowd.

“The lad,” said Merlin, pointing to Arthur, “is the true child of King Uther.  He is the missing baby!”

Cheers began to ring out.  “Hail, King Arthur!” called someone from the crowd.

 

“Hail, King Arthur!” called a voice.

 

Sir Ector fell to his knees.  Then Sir Kay. One person after another fell to their knees, too.  All cheered. At last, a king had been chosen. A fresh young king, and a new day for England!

The Camelot, a King Arthur Legend of the Sword Story ~ Legends Stories for Kids who want to discover The Camelot

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This is the Tale of The Camelot, a King Arthur Legend of the Sword Story. It is one of the many tales of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.It is adapted and brought to you by Stories to Grow by.

Long ago in England, a wise and just king ruled the land.  His name was King Uther. Times were good and the people lived well.  King Uther wanted a magician at court. And so he chose the famous Merlin the Magician.  Merlin could see into the future. And he knew those good days were not going to last.

King Uther and the Queen Guinevere had a child, a baby son.  At a castle party for the royal birth, Merlin the Magician took the King aside.  He said, “Sir, there is something you must know. Soon a great darkness will fall over this land.  Your child is in great danger. Let me take the baby far away. I will be sure he stays safe.”

“Merlin!” said the King in surprise. “You are a great magician.  And you are my friend. But there is no way we would let anyone take our child away!”

 

Sir, there is something you must know.”

 

Sadly, soon after the child’s birth the Queen died.  Not long after, King Uther was killed in battle. That very night, Merlin swept into the castle and took the child.  The next morning, the royal nurse went into the nursery. Alas, an empty crib! In fear, the nurse, the nobles and servants looked everywhere.  But the baby was gone!

For years, there was no king to sit on the throne.  No king to set the laws. Men of high rank fought each other to be king.  Darkness fell over the land. Robbers and bands of wild men ruled the streets of London.  Evil men broke into houses and took what they wanted. Travelers on the roads were jumped and robbed.  The people of England lived in fear.

Yet far away, there was a quiet place.  A good knight, Sir Ector, lived in peace with his two sons.  His first son was named Kay. His younger son Arthur had been adopted as a baby.  Years before, a stranger had come to Sir Ector with a baby. He asked if Sir Ector would raise the child.  The old knight took the baby in his arms, glad for a second child. He named the baby Arthur, and raised the child as his own.

Yet far away, there was a quiet place.

 

When Arthur was ten years old, the same stranger returned to Sir Ector’s home.  He could read and write, and so Sir Ector hired him to teach his two sons. Kay could not sit still for lessons and he stopped coming.  But Arthur listened with wide eyes. He learned everything. I bet you have guessed by now who that stranger was – none other than Merlin the Magician!

At the end of each day when Arthur finished his chores, that was time for the lessons.  Merlin would sit with Arthur for hours and teach him about the world. Arthur was a thin lad, not strong like his big brother Kay.  Merlin said not to worry about that. He said what mattered most was to have a heart that was big and strong. Merlin saw how the foxes and deer followed Arthur.  He could see that the boy had a very big and strong heart.

By the time Arthur was 16, his brother Kay had become a knight.  He was now called Sir Kay. Arthur loved nothing more than to serve his brother as a squire.  He kept great care of his brother’s tunic and helmet, his spears and lances.

 

Merlin saw how the foxes and deer followed Arthur.

 

One day at lesson time, Merlin looked away.  He stood up.

“What is it?” said Arthur.

“The people need hope,” said Merlin.  “Arthur, there is something I must do.  I must go now.”

That night, when the nighttime was at its most dark, Merlin the Magician came to London’s market square.  He stood in the middle of the square. He held both his arms high. And pointed his wand to the stars.

The next morning at dawn, people started to arrive at the market.  There in front of them was something most odd. A block of white marble stood in the middle of the town square.  Resting on the block was a giant stone the size of a very large rock. At the very top of the stone there was a golden sword handle and a few inches of the blade, shining in the sun.  Yet – this was most odd – the rest of the blade was buried deep into the stone. None of this was there the day before!

 

There, in front of them, was something most odd.

 

What’s more, these words could be seen on the top of the blade:

“Whoever pulls out this sword from this stone is the true king of England!”

As soon as the crowd knew about the message, men jumped up to that white marble block.  One after another, they gave the sword a yank. Each tried and tried, but the sword stuck fast.  It would not move.

One said in gloom, “There is no man alive who could pull out that sword!”

“We’ll see about that!” said a voice in the crowd.  The Duke of Cornwall, dressed in silks and ribbons, stepped up to the white marble block.  “Hear ye, hear ye!” he said. “I call for a tournament to be held, one month from today. Knights from anywhere and everywhere in England are invited to come.  There will be contests and prizes. And a grand feast for all!” The Duke said to his wife, the Duchess, “If I know men, this tournament will draw the strongest, finest knights in all of England!”

Said the Duchess, “Good idea, my dear.  All we need is one knight who is so strong he can pull that sword from the stone.  Then we will have a king again, at last!”

 

The people danced and cheered.  At last there was something to feel happy about! News of the tournament traveled fast.  From castle to village, to every far corner of the land. At last, word got to the far-away home of Sir Ector.  Sir Kay heard the news when he was polishing his helmet.

“Arthur!” he called out.  Arthur was by the woods, feeding birds from his hand.  He set down a pile of seeds for the birds, and a pile for the squirrels.  Then he ran fast to see his brother.

“There you are!” said Kay.  “There will be a tournament in London.  We must set out at once!”

What great news! Arthur had never been more than a few miles from home.  He would be the best squire ever for his brother! Arthur ran back to the house.  In the courtyard his father was getting the horses ready.

Sir Ector and his two sons rode through London on their way to the tournament.  Riding through the market square, something shiny glinted in the sun. “That sword looks like it goes right into that stone,” said Arthur.  “But how can that be? That’s impossible.” But why were guards standing all around it?

The father and his two sons reached the tournament. Sir Kay ran off to get in line to register.  Sir Ector greeted many old friends – dukes, earls, barons, counts and countesses. Arthur sat in their tent, polishing his brother’s helmet till it shone bright.

poseidon’s Fee-fi-fo-fum

 

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They Say Pain will make you grow!

I say Pain is not necessary.Children love stories. It’s true!

 

Once in a while in an ordinary day a young man on a kitchen table was writing a story.

 

jay  decided to compose the Revayat. He thought he would dictate the epic and someone could write it down. But who would write down the great epic? After a careful search, jay selected poseidon, Lord of ocean.

“Only you are capable of writing down the epic as I recite it, My Lord,” said jay.

jay readily agreed to jay’s request. “But I have a condition,” he said. “You have to dictate the epic to me non-stop. The moment you stop, I’ll also stop and go away.”

jays agreed to the condition and the long dictation began. It was the longest dictation ever known. two thousand verses were recited by jay which poseidon wrote down. That’s why there is no comma to show a pause in the Mahabharata jay dictated. jay did not stop after completing a sentence either. But poseidon knew when the sentence ended, and marked it quickly with a stop to move on to the next sentence.

jay was a young man. Continuous dictation tired him because he had to work jobs. Sometimes, he desperately needed a break. At such times, he would use a difficult bunch of words. Even poseidon found them difficult. As poseidon scratched his head, the young j would take a deep breath and quickly gulp some water to regain strength. He would be ready with the next line by the time poseidon figured out the meaning and wrote down the words.

The next day, when Jay woke up in the morning and looked out of the window, he found a necklace had from inside a box! He climbed up the ocean and told poseidon about the heart of the ocean diamond necklace. poseidon lived a giant and his wife. Jay went inside the house and found the giant’s wife in the kitchen. Jay said, “Could you please help me? I am so hungry!” The kind wife gave him bread and some milk and he told poseidon wife about heart of the ocean diamond necklace .

While he was eating, the poseidon came home.He was very looked very fearsome. Jay was terrified and went and hid inside. poseidon cried, “Fee-fi-fo-fum”, I smell the blood of a young man. Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!” The wife said, “There is no boy in here!” So, the giant ate his food and then went to his room. He took out his sacks of gold coins, counted them and kept them aside. Then he went to sleep. In the night, Jay crept out of his hiding place, took one sack of gold coins and climbed down the hurracain eye and took off.

 

Jay was thinking to himself.

Once in a while, big news comes to town in an ordinary day.  The King and Queen were going to have a ball!  It was time for the Princess to find a groom. All of the young man in the land were invited to come.  They were wild with joy! They would wear their most beautiful clothes and have jewels and gold to present. Maybe the princess would like them!

once in a while in an ordinary day jay on a chair was able to finish his story.

he needed to talk to poseidon like man to man.

last time he met his wife and got some food.the title of jay story was fee fi fo fum

but the the story was was more about his grand parents and his parents and religions of the middle east kingdom. nobody suspects anyone no body questined few people who questioned they were removed by more suspicious people.

when the ship sank it is big news but when it is not sank yet it is small news.!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jay wanted to to sell the heart of the ocean diamond to poseidon.

his wife was interested. she married him after all because he was the lord of the ocean

they say happy wives happy lives.

so poseidon wife wanted the heart of the ocean she was unhappy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!