(ok guys please dont call me chessey or anything my little bro is four years old and i love him to death and Im always on here writing stories when he wants to play with me. His b-day is on the 22ncd and i told him I would type his short story that he made up on here for every one to read. So everybody this is my little brother Grant's story he hopes you like it and please read it it would mean a lot to him.
thanks everyone i did help him a bit but it's still his story.!!! you guys are really greaet!!!!)

Short Story By Grant N.

I dream of Trains

Once upon a time there lived a little kid. He was about to turn 5.For his birthday he wanted to ride a train. He had never riden a train. He also wanted somebody to play trains with him.
One night when the little boy was tucked into bed after his daddy had read him a story and his mommy had kissed him good-night he slowly drifted off to sleep and found himself dreaming of a world of trains.

He looked around in his dream and realized he was a train! He was on a track that went over a bunch of hills and far into the sunset. He looked to the right and saw a crossing. He looked to the left and saw a depot. The whole world was trains... and he loved it. There were train cookies, and train juice and even train houses. He cugged along the track looking for someone to play with. He chugged up a hill and another hill and another. Untill finally he came to the top of a very big big tall hill that looked like it was all the way up in space. Then he chugged down, down, down the tracks fast, fast, faster. But he looked down and saw buffers! He was going to crash!!! What was he going to do?!?!? He uickly put on his and stopped an inch from the buffers.

He had stopped in front of one of the train houses. Then he looked for more trains but coulden't find any. That was weird. There were houses... where were the trains. Suddenly the houses disappeared and he was all alone in a junk yard. It was night time in the junk yard and there might be scarry diesals there. He chugged along his track hoping not to meet any deisels. As he chugged along he heard a screech behind him. It was a diesil. No it was diesil ten!!! He chugged as fast as he could trying to get away but the diesel was faster. Suddenly the junk yard vanished and he was back in his bed. He relized it was just a dream but it seemed so real. Since it was mourning and his birthday he jumped out of bed and ran down stairs.

Waiting for him in the kitchen was a Thomas the tank engine birthday cake and a bunch of presents. He hoped that he had got a lot of trains.

The End

(Okay guys thanks for reading it means a lot to my little brother. He sitting next to me right now telling me that i already told you it wold mean a lot to him. He may be annoying and maybe be weird but he is still my little brother and i love him... im soo sappy i know... maybe he'll want to write like i do someday... only time can tell... thanks guys!!!! you all rule)