Short Stories 4 People all ages- All stories by Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

The Heart That Never Beat

By Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

“Come on Joey, let’s go play,” I said.

My friend Joey and I love playing down ball. He was like my brother, he wasn’t, but he always came over. It was like he lived with us. Sometimes, he would even visit me in the night. I don’t know why. He was never tired, always full of energy, sometimes, he would force me into playing with him.

One night, I woke up to the sound of footsteps in my room. I wasn’t scared at all. I knew it was Joey.

“Hi Joey,” I said, tiredly. “Can you please go back to your house and go back to bed?”

He said he wanted to go play. I was getting mad with him.

“Get to bed! I don’t want to see you right now!” I said.

Joey never visited anymore. I regretted what I had said and wanted to say sorry. I was a bit relieved, but inside, I felt guilty. I was happy that mum didn’t think I was crazy because I yelled at Joey. She was always asking where he was and how he’d been. I told her what happened and she understood. It really made her wonder.


What would Joey do without someone to play with? He always wants to play. She thought.


The years went by. It had now 8 years since Joey had come over. I never thought about him anymore. I was starting to forget I even knew a Joey. Maybe I never did.

The next morning mum asked me to write a sorry card to Joey. She said I should have done it 8 years ago.

“Who’s Joey? I have never known a Joey before,”


  Smack! Smack!

By Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” a crowd of people in the school yard are yelling.

My nose was bloody, and I think my tooth was chipped. Me, Gareth Greenhood, in a fight with, the school bully, Chuck Thingze. He had a bruised, black eye and a cut lip. He went forward to punch me, but I kicked him in the stomach. He fell back, winded. I was poised, like a hungry tiger, ready to pounce, ready for his next move. He stood up, leaning against the wall behind him.

I came closer to him, edging forward. Bam! He punched my now broken nose.

Wow, I was not ready for that. I thought.

I walked towards him. Slowly, slowly, so very slowly. He came forward quickly. I was ready. Smack! Smack! He fell to the ground, unconscious. KNOCK OUT!!!

                       Pick Pocket

By Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

I was taking a stroll to go to the café when I saw someone strange. I saw a short man, dressed in a black tuxedo, black shoes and a bowler hat. He had a white moustache. He was walking towards me. “G’day sir,” I said cheerily.

“Good day,” he said, brushing past me.

Strange. Why did he brush past me like that? There was enough space on the footpath for two people to walk on each side. Anyway, I’m at the café now. I walk inside and get a newspaper. I always read the newspaper before I get a coffee. The title says ‘PICK POCKETS STRIKING AGAIN’

They had a picture of what the pick pocket looked like. Wait a second. That’s the guy that brushed past me 10 minutes ago. I reach around in all my coat pockets. My wallet was gone.


By Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

“Who here loves pies?” I shouted out to the whole crowd.

“US!!” the crowd screamed.

We were at the annual pie festival. Every year everyone in the whole town makes a pie, and whoever’s pie is best, wins a rosette, and there are also rosettes for second and third place. And guess what? Me, the nerdiest kid in school, gets to be the taster! Oh yeah! Everyone in the school wants to be the taster. I go up to one of the pies, it looks yum. I take a bite.

“Mmm. Delicious,” I say.

Pie, after pie, after pie. I could not find the best one. I had picked second and third place, but I could not pick first. This is the last pie, let’s hope it’s good. I take a bite. Geez, maybe I shouldn’t have tasted all these pies. BUUUUUUUUUUUURP!

“That’s the winner!” I say. I pick up the last pie and stuff it into my mouth.

     Music to my ears

By Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

My sister and I are waiting for our mum in the car.

“Shut your dumb music up!!!” I yell. My dumb sister, Leyla, was listening to her stupid music again.

“Shut it!” I yell again.

“Make me,” She says. She turns it louder.

I yank away her headphones.

“Hey!” she yells. “Give them back! They costed $84 dollars!”

I jump out of the car. I get into the front seat and open the glove box. I get the first aid kit and get the little scissors out of it. I snip the cord of the headphones.

“I’m gonna kill you!” she screams. The music is still playing.

“Turn off the music or the phone gets it”, I say.

She smirks. She turns it to full volume. I dive from the front seat onto her. I grab her phone and throw it out the window. Quickly, I jump out of the car and grabbed the phone. I ran to the shed and grabbed dad’s hammer. Geez, it’s heavy. I raise it over my head and slam it onto the screen of the phone. I throw the remains into the bin. I can hear the front door opening. I bolt to the car and put my seatbelt on, just in time.

“Ready kids?” I said.

“Yes mum,” I say grinning.

I look back at Leyla. She looks at me coldly. I slowly mouth the words ‘I warned you’. Ahh. Music to my ears.


FIDGET SPINNERS-By Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

Fidgeting with these toys, fidget spinners, takes no skill, you want to know more about them? Well now is your chance.


Fidget spinners are the new craze everywhere, everyone wants one, and they are mostly banned in schools. It has been on the news that these toys have been causing injuries. Kids have either knocked out their teeth, lost their eye or choked on these toys that we all thought looked pretty harmless.

This diagram shows what a regular fidget spinner looks like, and you might see why these toys have been banned in 90% of schools. They can come in different shapes and colours; some can even come rainbow oil-slicked or metal. They can also come with more or less than 3 sides, but, as the fidget spinner gets better looking or gets longer spinning time, they get more expensive. Some fidget spinners can get up to 1 million dollars. But, about 49% think it’s more fun and cheaper to make a DIY fidget spinner, rather than buying one from the shops.


Bearings of these toys are what makes the spinner actually spin.



Different types of bearings.                                     Here, we take a look at what’s INSIDE the bearing.


Bearings of these toys can pop out easily and really cause problems. Either bearings or weights, they can still cause severe injuries.

A 10year-old girl was sitting in the back of her mother’s car. When the mother of this girl started to see red liquid coming out of her daughter’s mouth, she started getting very concerned and rushed her straight to hospital. What had happened was, that the daughter’s fidget spinner bearing had popped out, and had become wedged in her throat, and she needed surgery to get it removed.


Fidget spinners were actually invented for kids with ADHD and/or autism, but experts have recently found out that fidget spinners do not help with ADHD and/or autism at all.

The inventor is Catherine Hettinger. She is not actually making any money from her invention. She was suffering from an autoimmune disorder called myasthenia gravis. It causes muscle weakness, so she invented it because it was hard for her to play with her young daughter. So with this new invention, they can take turns spinning it, which can help them interact more. But, someone saw the invention of the fidget spinner, and made it their own, then, many companies started making them and they got rich from selling them.


These toys may seem tempting to play with, but take precautions. They may seem harmless, but seriously, they can severely injure you.




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Banned-Aren’t allowed

ADHD-Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

Autism(ASD)-Complex development disorder that affects the brain

Autoimmune-When someone’s immune system attack’s their own body

Disorder-A medical condition that usually affects the body


My forever home-reading homework

Physical-The character is a cat. It didn’t really describe what the character looked like, but they said the cat had big ears. When the boy, Ethan, told him (or her?) that he/she had big ears it got quite offended. Its ears get a bit smaller throughout the story as it gets older. Its ears don’t really affect the character’s experiences at all.


Intellectual-The character isn’t very smart because cats aren’t usually that smart. The character knows how to get food, and it knows how to experience the good view of the sea. It doesn’t really do anything because just in the end you find out that it’s a cat. Yes, I do think it’s smart enough to thrive in its world. I don’t think the character actually learns anything.


Emotional-It feels a bit rejected at the start of the story, but then finds a family and wants to live with them. It becomes happy throughout the story. The character feels like it has a really good life. At the start it felt a bit sad because it kept getting booted out of its home, but then becomes happy.


Social-The character gets along really well with its owners. It chose its owners as friends because it said that they were nice. The character was the cat of the story and was nice to the owners.


Philosophical-it believes its life is good. The beliefs based on its owners and its home. It doesn’t really affect the character’s choices. Yes, they do believe what the cat thinks.

100 wc-Picture prompt

I’m going to the aquarium today! I’m so excited to see the seals! I go to their enclosure and see all the super cute seals. That is why I love them, because they’re so cute. Everybody is taking photos of the really, really cute seal at the end of a small iceberg. It had big eyes and everyone really loved it. Everyone started crowding around the enclosure to see that same seal. But then everyone stopped. They all saw a seal that was lying on it’s side laughing it’s head off. It was contagious. So everyone else started laughing too!

100 wc-…but then the flash made me… (98)

I am on holiday with my parents. I know what you’re thinking. That is so embarrassing. But no. My parents are THE coolest parents ever. They will take you to the most fun places you can think of. So I quickly packed and we were ready to go tomorrow morning. I went and had a good sleep. There was lighting last night. I went to brush my teeth, I looked in the mirror and saw a rat. I got scared. Wait? The flash made me a rat!!! I can not let mum and dad find out about this.

100 wc-…When all of a sudden…

“I’m on level 99! I’m so good, I’m so good,” I said.

When all of a sudden…the screen turned black.

“I was going so well! Now I need to start over again!” I yelled.

“Do your homework. It’s due tomorrow,” said  mum.

“What??? I have to go,”

I zoomed around the house looking for things to use for my science homework, because the science fair is tomorrow!

I rushed and rushed. In the end, I was so tired. So I slept. I went to school that day, and after it I finished 59th place. Better than last. Poor Timmy. Last again!

The Bushman

The water was rising to my mouth. It was really high now, I am in a huge tank, stuck. The water just keeps filling up, I am definitely going to die. Drown. Clunk!! Wait,

what’s that? The top of the tank fell down.

“Help!” I screamed. “Help!”

I hoped that someone would come and-

“Hey, kid, grab my hand!” A man’s voice suddenly said.

I quickly reached up and grabbed his hand. He heaved, single handedly pulling me out of the tank. I had water everywhere. In my shoes, my ears and in more unexpected places.

“Thank you so much for saving me, I would have been drowned to death,” I said.

“It’s alright kid. That’s my job, saving people in need,” He said.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“The name’s Rick Bones, but you can call me Rick,” Rick said.

“Where do you come from? I have never seen you in town before,” I asked.

“I’m a Bushman,” Rick said. “I live in the bush. When I hear that call for help, I try to get to them as quickly as I can, that’s why you need to be a fast runner, sometimes you have to run faster than other times,” Rick said.

“Help!” An anonymous girl’s voice screamed.

“Someone’s in trouble!” Rick said.

He started running as fast as ever.

“I’ll come too!” I yelled. I ran as fast as I could after Rick. Soon, after about five minutes of running, we came to a stop.

“Help!” The girl screamed again.

“Hold on!” Rick said. “I’m coming!”

The woman had one of her legs stuck in a hole, and something was gnawing at it.

“A blasted Tasmanian Devil,” Rick said. “Kid, help me,”

“My name is Billy,” I said. “Not ‘kid’. OK?”

“Come on, let’s pull her out before her leg is completely gone,” Rick said.

We quickly pulled her out. Her leg wasn’t gone, but it was bleeding. Rick wasn’t done, though. He threw A knife down the hole, and it stabbed the Tasmanian Devil in the face. Blood flew up out of the hole, then Rick shoved his hand in and pulled the bloody knife right out of the Tasmanian Devil’s face.

“Ow,” The girl said, touching the bleeding bites on her leg.

“We’ll get that fixed for you,” Rick said.

He reached into his little leather bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out some bandages and tissues. He wrapped the bandage slowly around her leg and patted some tissues gently on it.

” Who are you two?” She asked.

“Rick. Rick Bones,” Said Rick.

“Billy. Billy Wesley,” I said.

“Alisha,” Alisha said.

“Alisha who?” I asked.

“Why would I tell you? I don’t even know you. You’re just two bush weirdos,” she said, rudely.

“How about a thank you? We saved you. You probably wouldn’t be able to walk if it wasn’t for us, you don’t have to be so rude about it either,” Rick said.

She mumbled something under her breath that we couldn’t hear.

“Pardon?” Rick said.

“Thank you! You happy now?!” she yelled angrily.

“So, you gonna stick with us for the night?” I asked.

“I guess so,” Alisha said, sighing.

“Well let’s get movin’. Next stop, somewhere to camp,” Rick said, excitedly.

We walked for hours and hours to find a good campsite.

“Hey, this looks nice,” Said Alisha.

“Yeah,” I said in agreement.

“Yeah,” Rick echoed.

We stopped and laid our stuff down for the night.

“Wake up!!!” Rick and Alisha yelled.

“Why?” I asked sleepily.

“We need to find something to eat and then be ready to answer help calls,” Rick said.

So annoyingly we had to go and look for food at 5:00 to look for food. At least we were getting something to eat, I’m starving.

“Found some food. Bush food,” Rick said.

I looked at what he was holding. It was like a giant grub.

“Yuck! I am not eating that…thing,” Said Alisha.

“Billy?” Asked Rick hopefully.

“No,” I said.

“It’s just a witchetty grub,” Rick said. ” More for me then,”

He stuffed the disgusting grub into his mouth.

“Let’s just go,” I said. “I think I might have to-” I said.

“Puke?” Alisha asked. “Same,”

We both went and puked. Yuck!

“Help!” A woman’s voice screamed.

“The call! Let’s move!” Yelled Rick.

“By the way,” Alisha said. “It’s Alisha Allen,”

She went and ran straight after Rick.




Every time I play video games, something weird happens. I turn into a girl. I mean, it’s so weird, right? It’s a really big problem. And get this, I LOVE video games, so it’s hard not to play them.

Life as a girl isn’t that bad. I actually find it fun. But my hair grows longer and it makes me look really, really stupid. I don’t know if it’s a curse or a spell or something, but I want to find out what it is and stop it.

My parents don’t know yet, and I really want to tell them, but if they catch me as a girl, they will FLIP OUT! Ok, right now I’m in my room, of course, playing video games. I know what you’re thinking, why would I be playing video games if that’s what causes the problem? I am because it’s usual for me to play video games on Saturdays, and if I’m not, my parents might get suspicious.

“Greg, dinner!” my mum yells.

“Ah…just…ah…wait, please,” I reply anxiously.

“Why?” asked my mum, suspiciously. “I’m gonna come up there, honey,”

I could hear her footsteps. I quickly hid in my closet. She opened my bedroom door…


Melbourne Aquarium

We have been learning about adaptations in our science topic. I picked the Gentoo Penguin. They are adapted to their environments. Their fins help them glide through the water. Their webbed feet also help them glide through the water. Their claws help them walk on the snow without sinking into it. Their many layers of feathers help them keep warm. Their feathers have oil on them to not get wet while swimming in the water. I wonder why the feathers have oil on them? Why do they not want to get their feathers wet?