Story Time Friday – Samson Returns for #ChildrensBookWeek

Story Time Friday Banner

fancy lineresize

As I mentioned earlier this week, it’s Children’s Book Week. In honor of children’s book readers everywhere, I brought back an old character of mine. His name is Samson. You may have read his first adventure back when I’d posted it in my short story section. Even if you haven’t read that one, you may enjoy this second story I wrote up yesterday for him. It’s a bit shorter than his first, but I hope it’s not too bad.

And if you’re looking for a little more CBW fun, I did some live-gramming (like live-tweeting) over on Instagram while I read some children’s books. That should liven things up a bit.

fancy lineresize

Samson At Play

 by Robert Zimmermann

Samson was once a pirate. Once time he was an astronaut. The youngest there ever was, both times.

That was two years ago. Now, at age ten, Samson’s life was less exciting. His family moved to a new town. He hasn’t seen any of his old friends in weeks. And none of the kids in his new neighborhood wanted to join in any of his adventures.

Most of the time, Samson’s nose is stuck in books. He’d recently revisited his pirate ways on Treasure Island. He also traveled through time, went to the moon, and battled Martians in London in the books of his new favorite authors, H.G. Wells.

While he enjoyed these adventures and often thought back on his adventures in his old town, none of the books he borrowed from the library weren’t enough to satisfy his need for adventure.

It wasn’t until a few weeks into the new school year that Samson found a way to have fun again. It was all thanks to his new teacher.

After class one day, she took him aside. She had noticed that he wasn’t fitting in with the other kids yet, but she also noticed how bright and imaginative he was. Samson had been handing in very creative assignments and he’d been so enthusiastic during last week’s show-and-tell. The rest of the class laughed at the story he told about where his “moon rock”, but the teacher that Samson had something special about him.

That day, Samson’s teacher handed him book.

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn? I’ve already read this one.”

“That’s good Samson,” his teacher replied. “That’ll make it easier to remember your lines.”

“Lines? What do you mean?” Samson asked, confused.

“This isn’t the Huckleberry Finn that you’ve read. This is a play version.”

“A play? Like William Shakespeare?”

“You’ve read Shakespeare, already?” She seemed impressed.

“Well, I tried. I couldn’t understand most of what the characters were saying, so I stopped,” Samson said, feeling embarrassed now.

“That’s ok. Not many adults understand all of what’s in a Shakespeare play.” She smiled at him. “This is a play made from Twain’s book. The school will be performing the play at the end of the month, and I think you’d be perfect to play Huckleberry Finn. How’s that sound?”

For the next few weeks, Samson barely left his room. He read the play cover-to-cover and could be heard acting out each scene until his mother told him it was time to go to bed. Eventually he was performing the play in his sleep.

At school, he’d gotten to know a few of the other kids in the play. He was finally starting to fit in. But as opening night drew closer, Samson started to get nervous. He didn’t think he’d be able to perform in front of everyone in the audience. He’d forget his lines. Or even worse, what if everyone laughed at him before he was even able to start?

This was running through his head when they were all backstage waiting for the play to begin. Samson was in the corner reading over his lines, even though he knew them word-for-word. He was so nervous he was shaking.

Kim, who was playing Window Douglas, walked over to him looked concerned.

“What’s wrong, Samson?” Kim asked.

“I don’t think I can go out there. Everyone will laugh at me. You’ll laugh at me.”

“Why do you think that, Sam? I think you’ll be a great Huckleberry Finn. You’re the best actor in the play. No one will laugh.” Kim placed he hand on his shoulder, reassuringly.

“You…you really think so?” He grinned, despite his shaking legs.

“Yes. I do. We all do.” Some of the other kids walked over. “We’re your friends, Samson.”

“Yea, Sammy,” said the boy playing Tom Sawyer. “You’re a cool dude now that we know you.”

“Come on, kids” their teacher announced. “The curtain goes up in five minutes. You better get ready.”

Once the curtain came down at the end of the play, the audience erupted in applause. Samson and the rest of the cast lines up to give a final bow. He was grinning ear to ear when everyone started chanting his name.

Samson’s performance had impressed everyone. Afterward, even the principal of the school came up to congratulate him. And the rest of the kids invited him out for ice cream.

“We told you, you could do it Samson.” Kim said, as they walked out to the parking lot with the group. “You were the best Huckleberry Finn ever!”

“Well, it wasn’t as fun as when I faced a giant squid on the high seas, but I do like acting. I hope there’s another play soon,” Samson said enthusiastically.

“Giant squid?” Kim looked confused.

“I’ll tell you about it some other time,” he said sheepishly. “It’s a long story.”

Samson was once a pirate. He was also an astronaut. And now, Samson could be anything and anyone he wanted to be. He could have adventures whenever he pleased and he found kids who’d join him. Samson had become an actor.

fancy lineresize

How to Submit:

For those who wish to be part of Story Time Friday in the near future, you can send submissions to the email address that I formerly used for review requests (but don’t anymore since I’m retired . . . don’t try to be clever and slip one in 😛 ): Be sure to use the subject “Story Time Friday Submission” and send your piece as an attachment (.doc/.docx would be best). Any other questions, feel free to comment here or contact me through the blog’s contact form.

Hope to hear from some writers soon!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s