
It was dark when the stars began to fall. Not a creature was stirring. Except Josh. He pressed his nose to the cold windowpane and stared as the bright nebulae and galaxies fluttered and twirled to earth.
“Ben!” he whispered to his brother.
No response.
“Ben!” More urgently. “Wake up, Ben. The sky is falling. There are stars all over the garden.”
“Yeah right, Chicken Little.”
Ben was four years older than Josh, and that made all the difference.
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Oh, that was lovely. It makes all the difference, indeed.
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Thanks so much
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Nicely written! You made me smile 🙂
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Thanks, Jessie. It’s unusually sentimental for me
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Dear Neil,
I love the dialogue between these two. Sweet and honest. .Some day those four years won’t make any difference at all.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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But maybe, just maybe, they’ll both learn again to see the world that way
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Let’s hope so and may they both see the positive side of it.
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The unreliable narrator! Of course, children often make the best chess players because they see possibilities older people cannot.
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I remember a child who described bread as raw toast
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This is a such a gem!
The first sentence is glorious. One is shocked, and completely unsure of what will come next. I must confess that I was expecting apocalyptic mayhem. Then came Josh… to remind me of dreams and wonders.
Love this.
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Thanks, Magaly
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I’m still fascinated watching a good snowfall, and hoping it means a day off work. Lovely character voices.
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Thanks, Iain
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I’ll echo the others: great little tale. Love the ending!
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Thanks, Christine
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Sweet story, well told.
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Thanks so much
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Lucky the sky didn’t really fall. If even one star came into our solar system from outside…
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I was thinking this same thing about the age difference last night. It matters a lot when you’re very young and, again, when you’re very old. That four years of aging at the end is exponential not linear. At some point, the damage begins to accumulate faster than you can deal with the injuries and decay. Poignant story. Well done in voice and mood.
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Thanks, Kecia
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That was so sweet! Nothing like a big brother to burst a balloon…
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Thanks, Dale
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Neil, that’s lovely. So sweet and naive and felt so right, the way you told it and the difference you saw in the ages of the boys. Really loved this one
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Thanks so much, Lynn
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My pleasure 🙂
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Well done Josh – great imagination.
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Thanks, Michael
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Love the difference of four years… it’s all the differnce
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Thanks, Bjorn
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Neil, still nothing can beat the age of innocence. Hope very shortly, big bro will catch up. Very nicelt scripted.
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Thanks Neel. I’m afraid life works the other way round. It’s lil bro who catches up
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I much prefer Josh’s world view. How magical!
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Thanks, Laurie
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I used to love reading Chicken Little to my boys!
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Ah, to experience that wonderment again. If I don’t in this life, I hope to in the next.
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Nice. I wish Ben had taken the time to explain, though…
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he would have destroyed his brother’s moment. Explanations will come soon enough
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Lovely discription of a child’s first uncontaminated view of snow.
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Thanks, Liz
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Ah, the “world-wise, disillusioned” older kids. I wonder if he realizes what he misses. Beautiful story, great voices.
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Thanks so much
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Big brothers always know the score. I love the child mind you created, exposing his urgency and his wonder.
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Thanks, Honie
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Good twist to a old story
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Thanks so much
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That’s delightful! I can just imagine the scene.
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Thanks. Keith
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Beautiful story. It’s too bad we become jaded to the world of wonder as we grow older.
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That’s true, though there are some advantages to knowing the sku isn’t falling
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I agree with all, this was a sweet story about the innocence of youth. Loved the addition of the line “Not a creature was stirring.”
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I’m glad you didn’t mind my innocent and respectful theft
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Four years is like a lifetime at that age. I love how the stars were falling. I cried when I was little because I thought the clouds had fallen off the sky, when I couldn’t see the mountain peak
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What a lovely memory
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Hahaha! There really IS a difference in age, yes. Fine job, Neil!
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Thanks, William
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My two are about that far apart in age and it is all the difference in the world!
That was lovely.
– Lisa
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Thanks, Lisa
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This is an aww story, you read it and go ‘aww’. Maybe its just awesome.
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Thanks so much
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Sweet story, but also captures the rivalry of brothers. Reminded me of my daughter looking out of the window aged 4 and heard saying to herself – Can’t see the world is round.
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Thanks so much
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That is such a lovely story. Great take on the prompt.
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Thanks, Clare
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I like this from the smaller boys viewpoint who thinks the stars are falling. The older boy knows better but wouldn’t it be something if the younger brother could see things his brother couldn’t anymore?
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If only we could bottle up that imagination and save it for adulthood. Loved this so much.
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Thanks, Laura
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‘The sky is falling’ love it:)
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Thanks, Luccia
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Cute story! 🙂
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Thanks, Sascha
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Awww… such a sweet story of innocence!
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Thanks so much
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I love Josh’s imagination though, it is so endearing.
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If only we could keep it as we get older
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Oh Neil, I love this one. The imagery of stars falling to the garden is both terrifying and magic. You have written this one so beautifully; I’m sure it will be with me all week.
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Thanks so much, Dawn
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I am so envious of Josh’ imagination – hope he doesnt lose it ever.
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Thanks, Dahlia
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That is just so adorable. Such innocence. It makes me feel all nostalgic. My children had 5 years between them and you can imagine how much an older sister delighted in putting her younger brother straight. But sometimes, when she was in a good mood with him, she went along with his magical way of looking at the world. He once asked me, “Mummy, why don’t the birds collide with God when they’re flying high up?” …Those were the days.
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Nothing quite like it. Thanks, Sarah
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Like others I loved the Josh’s interpretation of what he was seeing, and the elder brotherly wisdom of Ben. Wonderfully constructed characerisation, and what a charming take on the prompt
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Thanks so much
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How bizarre, when I briefly pondered (can one ponder briefly?) on the picture before reading your words I though, Chicken Lickin. The Sky’s falling Down. So smug did I smile when I read your words, thinking great minds, thinking alike, or am I the fool watching on?
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