Magic Stairs

• Emilia Gibson, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2015

I stared in amazement , my adrenaline pups,
I don’t know whether I should walk up these old, rusty and broken down and ancient stairs. But I was determined to do it.
My head is spinning , my heart is pumping , I’m lucky I can even stand up. I take my first tiny step the stair creaked , and made a sound like the stair was about to plunge down into the deep dark unknown ocean.
So I leaped like a frog up onto the next few stairs , until I got to halfway. I walked and walked until I got to the top.
It was a beautiful mystery to be found , and I just found it.