The Fire Stone

• Yong Hao Chan, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2017

Millions of years ago, actually trillions, maybe quadrillions, a star exploded. Dust flew everywhere, and stones rained down. Another star exploded, the gas combined together to form a new star. Then earth was created and the stones all fell to earth. There was one stone, that was red, and the fire gleamed inside. It was an amazing sight, the gleaming stone falling.

I woke up, my alarm clock buzzing furiously. My crystal rock box and my table were shaking. I pressed the 'off' button on my alarm and checked my crystals to see if they were damaged. They never were, but I liked to check.

My diamond, my amethyst, my emerald and my ruby, I picked my ruby up, it was red and fiery as always. I thought about the dream I had. "A fire stone." I said under my breath.

The next day, I awoke to see my crystal box spilt over. My crystals were on the floor. My "fire stone" was glowing brighter then ever. It was buzzing hot. "Dreams aren't real." I said.

The following week, I was reading when I heard a "Pa, Po, Pa, Po." Then a fizzing noise. What happened next was a blur. The ruby exploded and the room was left with smoke.

From then on I believed that dreams tell the past or future of life.