The Voodoo Coloring Book

Disclaimer: This is my draft for a picture book. I really liked this idea for a picture book because it is very creative with a element of horror in it. Unfortunately, I do not have any pictures because I suck at drawing but I am willing to share my draft with you guys. Hope you guys like it.

It was a sunny day at Montgomery elementary school and Timmy could not wait to start kindergarten.

When he arrived at his classroom, he darted towards his desk, ripped open his red backpack and started coloring in his brand new coloring book.

He scribbled all different colors on every picture in the book. He colored the sky pink with green clouds, the dogs purple, the ocean black, and the beachfront red.

Timmy made sure his pictures were colored with the colors the object was not supposed to be.

The pictures ended up looking great but what happened next was not so great.

The next morning, Timmy woke up to the neighbors shrieking.

He opened his window and the sky was bright pink with green clouds. He ran outside. The houses were rainbow colored and every dog was purple.

This looked familiar to Timmy. Maybe he was dreaming and this would all go away. All of the sudden, he saw his neighbors running the other direction.

He turned around as a black wave crashed onto the red sand then a light bulb went off in his head. He colored those items in those exact colors in his coloring book yesterday.

“The coloring book is magic,” he whispered to himself.

He had to find that coloring book and reverse the spell.

Problem was he did not know where the coloring book was. He searched the whole house but it was nowhere to be found.

He looked in the kitchen, both bathrooms, and his bedroom still no coloring book. He tore up the house only to find his coloring book in-between the kitchen floor boards.

How did it get there? He thought. But Timmy had no time to wonder.

He grabbed the book and the eraser that came with it, and erased every bit of color in the book.

As he was erasing, the sky turned blue with white clouds, the ocean was blue again, the sand turned tan and the houses and dogs went back to their original color. Timmy saved the day!

The next morning, Timmy and his mother went back to the store to return the coloring book.

Another little boy was begging his mom for a new coloring book but his mom kept denying him.

Timmy took out his coloring book and gave it to the boy.

“You can have my coloring book!” said Timmy.

“Thank you” said the little boy.

“You’re welcome! Be creative! There is so much waiting in store!” said Timmy.

“Don’t worry! I will!” said the little boy.

Timmy and his mom left the store satisfied that another person will get to experience the same creative adventure that Timmy embarked on.

The end!

The Golden Nugget

Disclaimer: This story is fiction.

It was a nice, spring day. I decided to utilize my time outside and plant fresh roses in my garden. As I was planting these roses, I felt an unusual bump. I decided that it was just a rock and continued to plant roses. All of the sudden, I see this bright, shining light come from under the soil. Again, I did not think anything of it until the light was unbearable. I decided to go check it out. I dug into the soil where the light was shining through and realized that it was a golden nugget. A big, fat, shining golden nugget. My heart leaped out of its chest. I have heard about the golden nugget in books, magazines, movies, television, and everywhere else. This golden nugget was supposed to bring me unimaginable level of wealth. I was skeptical about it so I picked up the golden nugget and went inside. I placed the golden nugget onto my coffee table and flipped on the news.

“The search for the golden nugget is still underway”

“Yes, the nugget is said to be in the tristate area”

“What are the golden nugget’s magical powers, Susan?”

“Well, the golden nugget is the richest item in the world worth 2 billion dollars. If somebody finds it, they are officially the richest person in the world.”

I sat there frozen. I glanced over at the golden nugget. It was still shining as ever. This can’t be real I thought. I looked over again and the same golden nugget that was being portrayed on the news was on my coffee table. I leaped out of my seat, took the golden nugget, and ran to my local convenience store. When I got there, I quickly ran up to the boy at the cash register.


The boy looked once and passed out. I stood there for a minute till the manager came out. The manager stood there in shock. He took the golden nugget from me and held it up.

“I am in disbelief. It is the actual golden nugget. The one everybody talks about in the movies. I’ll cash this baby up right away!!”

Soon enough, everyone knew that I won the golden nugget. I was on the front pages of all the magazines, my face was on the news every night, and I was accounting more wealth then I could imagine. I moved out of my old house into a giant mansion. I brought five fancy sports cars, a backyard waterpark, a concert venue, a 5-star restaurant as my kitchen, all these designer clothes, and much more. I quit my job. I threw wild parties every day and night. I gained all these new friends. I lead a life of fame and fortune. I was on top of the world. But that soon came to a screeching halt.

To my and everyone else’s surprise the golden nugget only gave you wealth for a certain amount of time. Six months to be exact. As soon as the six months ended, the wealth that you earned would be taken away from you. I learned this the hard way when the two billion dollars I got from the golden nugget disappeared overnight. Everything I had slowly disappeared. I had to sell everything; the mansion, the waterpark, the concert venue, restaurant, the clothes, and everything else that I bought. I lost all my friends. My fame was dwindling to nothing. The guy who cured cancer stole my spotlight. I was just another piece of history that was not getting revived any day soon.

I had to start from the ground up. I moved back into my old house. I worked at the local flower shop for minimum wage. I restarted my garden and planted a whole new batch of roses. I looked through the soil beforehand just in case I saw a golden nugget. No such luck was found. I am glad the golden nugget came into my life. Why? Because I realized that life is about quality not quantity. You do not need to be super wealthy to have a fulfilling life. You just need a few good friends, a roof over your head, and some nice roses to smell in your garden.