Family Genre Stories

If your name begins with "M"

Grandpa's Spooky Stories
by Mark Abbott

John is a grandfather, just like me. He always tells spooky stories to his grandkids and they get freaked. They think that there are monsters under their bed. It was getting annoying to the parents. They wanted it to stop soon. They decided they would threaten him. They threatened that they would hurt him. But he said, "Yah, right," because he knew they wouldn't hurt him. 

So they thought of a different plan. They would say that they would leave. Again the grandfather said, "Yah, right," but when they started to pack, he realized they were serious. He said, "O.K. I'll stop the spooky stories."

The Trip to the North Pole
by Mary Brooker

It was the night before Christmas when I was snuggled in my bed and I heard a KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK at my door. I decided to get out of bed and get my slippers on and scurry down the stairs as quietly as I could. I was surprised to see Santa was at the door with his elves. Santa asked if I would help him, and I said, "Yes." 

So I hopped into the sleigh and saw Rudolf. I said, "I did not know that Rudolf was real." 

Santa said, "Rudolf is really real." It took a long time to get to the North Pole. By the time we got there, it was really late and cold. When we got into the workshop, it was nice and warm. They were busy trying to make more Christmas toys before Christmas morning. 

Santa said, "I don't' know if we can get it all done in time. They worked for 2 whole hours. They were really tired so Mrs. Claus gave them some hot chocolate. It was really warm. We got to go back to work and we finished making all the toys. We hopped in the sleigh, but I did not thing that we would get all the toys delivered in time, but we did. I asked Santa if I could stay with him for the rest of the trip, and he said, "Yes!!"

Thump, Thump, Thump
by Morgan Kimberly Gillis

It was the night before Christmas and Morgan was going down the creaky stairs to watch a movie. While she was going down the creaky stairs, she heard a loud thump, thump, thump. She opened the door and saw it was only Ashton stomping her feet. She had come over to watch the movie. After the movie was over, Ashton went home and Morgan went to bed. A few minutes later she heard a thump, thump, thump again. Morgan thought it was probably just Ashton, so she went back to bed.

A few minutes later, again, Morgan heard a loud thump, thump, thump. This time she went down and opened the door, went outside and looked up on the roof. She saw that it was her mom.

"What are you doing up?" her mother asked, with her head sticking out of the chimney. 

"I am up because I heard a thump, thump, thump," Morgan replied. "What are you doing up there?"

"I am fixing the chimney for Santa," her mom informed her. 

"Oh, all right," Morgan replied and she scurried off to bed to make sure she was sleeping when Santa came.

Soon Morgan was fast asleep and she had a dream that her mom actually met Santa. The next thing she knew it was morning and Morgan ran down the creaky stairs to open her presents. It had been another exciting and eventful Christmas at the Gillis house.

The Night Before Christmas
by Matthew Abaya

One cold winter night in a nice warm house, a boy named John was warm and snuggly in his bed. That night he dreamed that Santa was calling him from the chimney. He suddenly woke up and heard something go thump, thump, thump, THUMP, THUMP on the roof. It was getting louder by the second. He flew down the stairs and saw Rudolf and the other reindeer.

John asked, "Where's Santa?"
"We don't know," the reindeer answered. So he asked the reindeer if he they could help find him and they agreed. So he jumped in the sleigh and tried to find Santa. But they could not find him. They went back to the North Pole.

When they got to the North Pole, they told the elder that Santa was lost and that they had been unable to find him. So they asked the elves if they could help find him. "Ya, sure," they replied. 

Suddenly, another elf said that we needed to make toys. But John asked if it were more important to make toys or to find Santa.

"Making toys, of course."
"But if you make toys, Santa can't deliver them because he's missing. We can deliver them."

"OK, how about we go find Santa and you make the toys?"
"OK."

So they went to find Santa. First they went to the last place anyone had seen Santa. But he wasn't there. Then they flew to the North Pole, but he wasn't there. Next they flew to Santa's workshop. The elves were finished making presents, so they loaded the sleigh and took off to deliver the presents.

When they dropped off one of the presents, it dropped on Santa's head. He was stuck in a chimney. When they found him, John remembered that thumping he had heard earlier. It had been Santa. They helped Santa get out of the chimney. He thanked John for helping him out of the chimney and for helping deliver the presents.

Santa went back to the North Pole to thank the elves for making presents. Everyone had a Merry Christmas, thanks to John.

My Relatives
by Madison Currah

Hi, my name is Madison. Every year my cousins come over to our cabin on Boxing Day. It has become a Currah family tradition. One Boxing Day, however, was unlike any other that we had had before.

It all started when my dad bought me a new snowmobile for Christmas. I was eager to put on my helmet and test it out in the crisp white powder in the fields behind us. Unfortunately, we didn’t have any gas left in the shed so I would just have to wait.

I woke up the next morning to the sounds of my cousins running around my cottage. My mom and dad were already up and waiting for them to come. I didn’t know that they were coming but it seems to be that everybody k new! I was very excited because we haven’t seen them for a long time. It ended up to be a great Boxing Day!

Ouch
by Matthew Nagy

My mom and my friend’s mom were driving my friend and I to the park. It seemed hours before we got there because we were so little; we were about three.

When we got there, my friend and I jumped out of the car and ran on to the park. We played with the sand and we played on the equipment.

Then it was snack time. We had cheese and crackers with juice. After that we went on the park again. I saw bars that you can climb up on so I climbed them. When I got up there it looked like I was a mile high so I looked for a slide but there wasn’t one. I didn’t go back down the bars because it looked too far down.

After two minutes I decided to call my mom; I tried yelling at the top of my lungs but she didn’t hear me.

Then I saw an opening to jump off of. Then I decided to jump off! And I jumped off! It turned out that I landed cross-legged on sand but right under it there was concrete! I cried and cried and my mom came running towards me, picked me up and we said goodbye to my friend and she drove me to the hospital. It turned out that I had a broken leg!

A month later I was out of the cast and limping a little but I was good as new!

We Almost Sank The Boat
by Matt J. Tumbach

"This is going to be a great day at the beach," Matt snickered as they were driving down the road to lake Windermere with the boat hooked behind them. 

"As soon as I get there I am going to build a huge sandcastle that is taller than, well………..than all my knowledge put together," bragged Kaitlin. 

"That is about one millimetre high" lolled Matt. 

"Stop it," yelled Kaitlin in her baby talk language which was almost impossible to understand.

Suddenly the SUV stopped at the boat launch. Matt, Kaitlin and Debra got out of the SUV while Dale backed the boat into the water. When it was, we were off!

Matt asked if he could drive and Dale sighed, "OK." Even though Matt was an under age driver he was still very responsible and knew how to work the boat. Then when Dale was looking lazily back he saw a ton of water coming in the boat and it was coming in quick. Suddenly Dale threw Matt out of the driver's seat, jumped in, then he put the pedal to the metal. Then all the people on the beach started screaming when they saw a boat flooring toward them. Suddenly the boat hit the shore with a sigh of relief everything turned out just fine.

The end.

If you have trouble with this phone 1-800-anxiety. P.S. This is a true story!!

Morica
by Meagan Lyszczyk

I have a new cousin named Morica. Her smile is sweet, but so is her face.  She is wild and wacky and loves to giggle and laugh, just like a giraffe.

I love to tickle her toes and her tummy. Her laugh sounds like a treasure, just like no other. I think she's a cute as the teddy bears on beds. How could I refuse such a smiling sweet face!

The Baby That Bites!
by Mike Abbott

"Yessssss! Josh is coming over tonight!" I cried.

"And so is Aunt Sara and her three children," Mom said happily.

"Three? Don't you mean two? Or did she have another baby?" I asked, hoping that Mom made a mistake.

"No, Aunt Sara had another baby. Jaws, I think she named it," Mom said.

"JAWS? What is that short for?" I yelled.

"Jawslyn," Mom said calmly.

Ding Dong!

"They're here," Mom said. Then I got a chance to see the baby before Freddy and Teddy saw me... The baby had fangs!

"What is this?" I said, pointing at the baby.

"That's Jawslyn," said Teddy, "and she's gonna bite you."

Ding Dong!

"Yay, Josh is here," I said.

"Hi," said Josh's mom. "Who is this?"

"That's Jawslyn," Mom said.

"Come Josh," I said, "we have work to do." So we went upstairs to my bunk bed and made a plan to get rid of Freddy, Teddy and Jaws.

"OK. What we need to do is sleep in the tree house so no one will notice us. Then we will make loud sounds so Freddy and Teddy will wake up and start screaming. They will wake up Jaws. She will scream and the next morning they will leave," I said, hoping that Josh would agree on the plan. 

"There's just one problem Mike," said Josh, "I'm afraid of heights."

"NOOOO!" I cried. 

Just then Jaws crawled into the room. "Jowwbbb," she wailed and then she bit Josh.

"Get out you hooligan," I said. Freddy walked into the room.

"Duh, what you doin' to Jaws?" Freddy asked stupidly.

Just then, of all times, Jaws bit me, "Aaaah!" I cried.

Aunt Sarah walked in and said, "Come here, Freddy and Jaws. We're leaving."

"Bu-but!"

"No buts about it, we're leaving."

An hour later, Josh and I were as happy as can be because Jaws, Freddy and Teddy have left, and I am eating candy.

The Monkey History
by Michael Parsons

Once there was a family of monkeys they lived in a zoo and they wanted to get out of there. They tried chewing the locks but it did not work.

900 years later...

The trainer let them back in to the wild and the monkeys were free! They were very happy 24-7.

3 million years later...

They were all unfortunately dead but they had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids that had kids. Half of them are dead.

But the other half had more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more kids and more. They were very happy.

  The Nic and Mark Files

One Tree house Day

by Mark Abbot

My name is Mark and this is the story of how my friend and I built a tree house. Nic and I are best friends. We always got into trouble but we always got out of it too. We wanted to build a tree house, so we called it a tree house day. That’s how it all began. My dad had a whole bunch of wood in his garage that he said we could use.  We used it for everything on the tree house. When we finished we sat down and had some cookies and juice. The next morning we invited some friends to come and sleep in our tree house. We invited Dillon, Dylan, Christian, Matthew, Keaton and Simon. We played tons of games, and Gameboy and Playstation. It was a blast. But then we heard a squeak and we ran out of the tree house in our pajamas. It was raining so we went inside and told my mom. She said a family of squirrels had moved in. I thought she was joking around. So we all went back. We saw a nest in the corner of the tree house. It was a squirrel’s nest.

I said, “My mom wasn’t joking.”

We ran out again in our pajamas. It was still raining so we went inside

I said to my mom.  “Mom! MOM! There really is a squirrel’s nest!”            

“Really?” said mom, “Let’s see.”

We went out to see.

“Oh dear.” she said. “You’re right, there really is a nest. You boys are going to have to sleep inside.”

“But... But” I said.

“NO buts about it.” she replied.     

I had an idea.  We would scare the squirrels out. We got on the ladder. We ran up it and shouted “AAAHHH!” 

The squirrels ran out. We picked up their nest and threw it right behind them. And that’s where their new home was.

A Collection of Family Stories

By Melissa Chung

I was supposed to be writing stories. Family stories. I couldn’t think of any, unless you count the time Great-Aunt Cecilia lost her purse and when she finally found it, reached in for some money and found a snake. Or if you count the time my third cousin Bruce lost his pet tarantula and when his mother found it in the flour.

So you can imagine how delighted I was when my mom announced that we were going to our annual family reunion. What better place to search for family stories than a family reunion? I couldn’t wait.

Along with my twin brother Michael, who was also searching for family stories, I managed to uncover a number of stories. What follows is a record of the stories we found.

The Missing Baby

By Aunt Clara

As Told to Leah and Michael

One night I had to go out so I had Nicole, my daughter look after my little baby John. I left at 7:00 p.m. and got back at 9:00 p.m. Nicole said she couldn’t find John. “Oh no!” I cried, and we searched the house together. We couldn’t find him. Then Rosie, my cat, started meowing like crazy. When I tried to pick her up, she scampered away, but only a short distance. When I followed her, she moved away again and meowed at me. I followed her. Eventually, she led us to John, who was asleep in the laundry hamper.

The Runaway Boy

By Grandma

As Told to Leah and Michael

Two of my boys, Thomas and Paul, were constantly arguing and fighting. One night they had a fight and Thomas, the younger boy, ended up with two black eyes. That night he disappeared without a trace. Paul was very worried and he insisted Thomas had not run away. He found him in his closet. They never fought again after that.

Ouch!

By Aunt Carol and Uncle Mark

As Told to Leah and Michael

One night our nine-month-old daughter Kaila couldn’t speak or make noise at all. She tried and tried, but nothing came out. Everyone was worried about her, except for Mickey, our four-year-old son. When he complained that he was hungry, and no one answered, he decided he had had enough and he slapped Kaila on the head. Kaila started to wail and cry. That was how she became able to speak again.

                                 A Day in the Life of Carrie Hoffman

                                                       By: Melissa Chung

My name is Carrie Hoffman. I’m almost one year old. Everyone thinks that human beings this age are stupid. I can prove them wrong. I’m not even one year old, and I know more than the average five year old. Anyway, I’ll get back to writing my mental journal.

Today is May 9^th. My birthday. Matt, my five-year-old brother came downstairs to my crib. I stood up in my crib and looked at him. I said, “Good morning!” except most people would say it sounds like, “Droob!”                                                                          

Matt understands me, though, so he said, “Droob!” back. Matt talked to me for a little while, until Nora my eleven-year-old sister came downstairs. Nora picked me up, except she forgot to give me my blanket!                                                                                      

“Tee tee kor ya!” I shrieked, waving my arms toward my crib. Matt reached in and picked up my blanket, which he handed to me. Nora took me into the bathroom and changed my diaper.

Mom came downstairs and started making pancakes. Yum. Pancakes are very good, especially with syrup, but the syrup is very sticky. I somehow got syrup all over my cheeks, hands and even some on my nose. Ooh! It was sticky. Maybe next time we have pancakes I won’t have so much syrup. Oh, well. It was better than the usual porridge. Yuck!

After breakfast I got my presents: a fluffy white stuffed kitten, a cuddly teddy bear, a fuzzy stuffed rabbit and a fabric doll. All of these things we put into my crib. I played with them until lunch. Lunch was mushy macaroni and cheese with ground beef.

After lunch I was feeling sleepy so I took a nap. I had a bottle of milk and decided to make some noise because it was too quiet. When no one was looking, I banged the sides of my crib and yelled, “Doo doo tee tee!” But maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. Mom came running, and she wasn’t too pleased. Then we had spaghetti with meatballs for dinner, but I had to have my spaghetti cut up and I got sauce all over my face. Mom had to feed me and she got all messy too.

After dinner Nora read to me from a book called The Littlest Elephant. I think I might have fallen asleep during the story, because the next thing I knew, Matt was shaking me and whispering, “Come on! Carrie, it’s time for cake! Come on, Carrie!”

As I sat in my highchair, I watched Mom getting out a cake and Dad lighting a candle on the cake. Then Mom, Dad, Nora and Matt started singing, “Happy Birthday to You.” Then everyone said, “Blow out the candles! I mean the candle!” So I blew as hard as I could towards the cake. Spit flew everywhere. Dad cut the cake into pieces and everyone got a piece. I got icing all over my hands, face and even in my hair. The dress I was wearing was itchy, but the cake was delicious. After Mom and Dad cleaned me up and put my sleeper on me I was put into my crib and I soon fell asleep.

So ends day 365 in the life of Carrie Hoffman.

A Play for Grama and Grampa
by Meghan Wladyka

One day, on June 15^th, Grama and Grampa came over to tell us some important news. The important news was that they were moving in three weeks to Ireland, the land of their birth. When they left, my older sister had a great idea. She wanted to do a play to show Grama and Grampa how much we loved them. The rest of the family agreed.

The very next day, my mother made lots of phone calls to book a church hall for the play. We found a very nice church. It was very small and cozy, but as it turned out it was perfect. Now, we had to think about how we would do the play. My older brother came up with a great idea. He thought we should do a story about how Grama and Grampa lived in Ireland, how they came to the Canada, and their life here. We were all very excited about the idea and Mom started to tell us some of the stories she had heard.

The next morning we decided to have three scenes in the story. We wrote down the scenes and decided which characters would be in each scene. Following this, we decided who would play each character. I got to be my grandma while she was a young girl in Ireland. I also got to be my mom when she was a young girl.

One of the things I enjoyed the most was finding costumes. After sorting through clothes at twelve different stores we finally came upon a place that had all the right costumes. We spent four hours there!

We wrote out invitations to all of our family and close friends. We put old pictures on the invitations of my Grama and Grampa, and inside we wrote the time, place and date.

We had two weeks to prepare for the play and it was a lot of work. We had rehearsals every day after dinner. It was a lot of fun being with my family and learning about my heritage. I found out how my Grama and Grampa lived their lives as pioneers in Canada and all the struggles they had.

Finally, the night of the play arrived. We all had butterflies in our stomachs, but when we looked out into the audience, and saw Grama and Grampa, and all the friendly faces of our family and friends, we relaxed.

I was the first one to enter the stage. I even had practiced my Irish accent and when I said my first line everyone cheered. The play went very well and when we were finished, everyone stood up and clapped. I looked over and saw both Grama and Grampa with tears of pride and joy in their eyes.

The next day Grama and Grampa were leaving for Ireland. We picked them up and we drove them to the airport. Before they boarded the plane, I gave them both a big hug and a kiss. Then, my mom and dad gave us all a big surprise. Dad had bought tickets for our family to go to Ireland and stay with Grama and Grampa during summer vacation. We would leave in one week. I was so excited I started jumping up and down. Grama and Grampa were so excited they almost missed their plane. As Grama and Grampa’s plane flew away I did not feel so bad, because I knew I would be joining them soon.