Magic Cake

• Isaac Coull, Grade 2
• Short Story
• 2016

Today it was my birthday. As usual, my mum was making the cake. She told me she put magic dust in the cake. I had a feeling the dust would make me lucky. Because it was my birthday, I had to eat the cake first, but for some reason it didn’t work out the way I thought it would go. I went invisible and shrank. It got worse, I teleported 2188 years ago to Rome! I looked up, there was a battle. I couldn’t do anything.
A Minotaur nearly stepped on me. As I teleported back I saw everyone eating cake. “OH NO!” I shouted. Everyone I invited tele… well they did the exact same thing as me. I went back to my birthday chair. Jack’s little brother came in, he saw the cake. “YUM YUM YUMMYYYY!” as he ran at the cake.
“Eekk” I said, I teleported again, but somewhere different, I was in 9018! I couldn’t believe it! But the world was 99.99999999 % gone.
I teleported back to Rome at the battle, the Minotaur won the battle and then faded away. So I thought the Minotaur had time travelled to my birthday chair. I teleported back to my birthday chair and I saw the Minotaur. I realised when I was on my adventure he had eaten the magic cake, when I wasn’t looking.
The he faded away and then there was poof! And all my friends came back. Then I handed out my party bags with a fright and they all sat staring at each other.
I looked at the magic dust and it was red. I thought the red meant something bad, and it did.
The end