Ryan P. Horan
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Patrick O’Dell story

Here is a story I’m working on with my Dad.

Once there was a farmer boy named Patrick O’Dell. Every day he would go to the same fields, pick the same vegetables, milked the same cows, and sheared the same sheep. Patrick wished just once, something amazing and extraordinary would happen, and one day — it did. On a beautiful summer afternoon, Patrick was digging in his special hill. Where Patrick lived, there was a rumor that in the olden days, dwarves walked the streets and mined deep underground. To get into the mines there special dirt mounds with a door on each side. Each door had a special key that was hidden in a secret place that only the dwarves knew about. One day the dwarves never came out, so the townspeople buried the doors with soil. Years later they forgot all about the doors and the dwarves. The dirt mounds are still there, but people thought the doors were a myth, or are they? While Patrick was digging he hit something hard, and it sounded like wood. He dug a little more and saw something shining in the ground. He cleared away some loose dirt and saw it was a doorknob. He cleared the rest away and saw it was a door with a little keyhole. Patrick rushed inside, went up to his room, got the key his mother had given him for his birthday, rushed back outside and stopped right in front of the door. He carefully put the key in the hole and turned the key until he heard a click. He turned the doorknob and surprisingly the door opened. The opening was small, small enough for a dwarf. He put his ear to the opening and heard banging, hammering, and yelling. Patrick knew right away that he had found a dwarf door. A special door, a door — to another world…