The Battle in the Labyrinth

  • By Rishabh Rahul Grade 8Q, Indian High School – Dubai


“Hurray!! We are going to Kerala to celebrate my birthday,” said the brave and bold Jason Mathew. Jason was going to his grandparent’s house in Kerala.

On reaching, he wanted to take a walk around the place, but his parents warned him, “It’s not safe to go out alone, especially for kids.”

He didn’t understand what his parents meant, so he asked, “Why so?”

“Don’t you listen to the news?” asked his father. “Ram Shekhawat, the son of millionaire Raj Shekhawat, has been kidnapped, and the kidnapper has demanded 50 crores as ransom.”

“That is very bad news,” he said.

“Indeed it is,” said my parents.

Since Jason couldn’t go out, he decided to check out his grandfather’s farm. While walking around, his leg hit something. He couldn’t believe what he saw – it was an iron door handle. He looked carefully, and there was a door in front of him. There was a board on top of the door which read: “This is the entrance to the secret tunnel, which leads to the magical labyrinth.”

Jason thought that it would not be safe to enter it just then. So he decided to collect all the required supplies and enter the secret tunnel at midnight while his family was asleep.

When he returned to his house to have dinner he was surprised to see his uncle Dr. Sam Mathew there. His uncle was a doctor but had lost his job due to some reasons. Now he was desperately looking for work. He didn’t have any money either.

After eating the delicious meal cooked by his grandmother, Jason was about to hit the bed, but then he remembered his mission. He packed water supplies which would last a day at least. Now all he needed was some weapons. He already had two pocket knives, but he needed something more reassuring. Then he remembered that his mother had once told him that there was a real sword in the farm house. He grabbed that sword and without wasting any more time, reached the entrance of the secret tunnel.

Taking a deep breath, he said to himself, “I can handle this on my own!” Then he entered the tunnel.

After walking for a while, he found what he knew was the entrance to a labyrinth. It read: “Dare to Enter and Never Return”. He was terrified by the warning, but he still continued on his path. Then there was another board which read: “The magical labyrinth can take you to any part of the world”.

When he walked some more, he heard some footsteps ahead of him. Slowly and steadily he followed the footsteps which led him to an opening. On coming out of the opening, he started freezing. Jason figured out that he was in Antarctica.

Now he could see the people he was following. They were carrying a big box in their hands, and were heading towards a factory. He was surprised to see that none of the men had guns except a man sitting on a chair. Jason figured out that he was the “BOSS”.

Suddenly one of the men saw him and warned the Boss.  He aimed his gun at Jason and was about to shoot him, but at the last moment Jason threw his pocket knife at the Boss and the gun fell down. He grabbed the gun and pointed it at the Boss’s face. Nobody moved at all.

When he was about to leave the place, he noticed a boy tied to a pillar. He went to the boy and asked, “Who are you and why are you here?”

The boy replied, “I am Ram Shekhawat, son of Raj Shekhawat. These guys have kidnapped me. Please save me!” 

Immediately Jason cut the ropes with his sword and tied the hands of the notorious goons. But as he ran out of rope, he couldn’t tie up the Boss. Jason walked behind the Boss with his gun pointed.

Before leaving, he decided to take a good look at the Boss. Jason couldn’t believe his eyes. The Boss was none other than Jason’s uncle Dr. Sam Mathew! No wonder the men had no guns. His uncle could not afford guns – he could have afforded only one. Then Jason led the gang to the entrance of the labyrinth. As he had a very sharp memory, he easily found his way out.

On the way, the Boss snatched the sword and injured Jason badly on his legs and hands. Jason fought back bravely, and just as the boss was about to get away, Jason shot him on the leg. After that nobody dared to attack him till they reached the entrance.

At the entrance, Jason handed over the Boss, his uncle, to the police and dropped Ram Shekhawat at his house. He then returned to his house and quietly went back to bed. He promised himself that this eventful night would be the secret of his life.

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  • By Sreeranjini Sureshbabu, Grade 6 – L, Our Own English High School, Sharjah 


Drops of rain trickled down the window

Each drop collected with a splash below.

The song of the rain continues

With a constant flow.

I watched through the blur

As the rain kept making new rhythms

The world in front of my eyes

Covered in a watery fuzz.

I opened the window

And the wind washed my face

Into the open I looked.

The mist smiled with a cloudy haze

The cool breeze passed by,

Kissing my cheek.

I smiled and laughed

Replying to the songs of the rain.

At the Beach

                          – By Viraj Sivaprasad, 8N, GEMS Our Own Indian School, Dubai
Everyone has a place where they go to escape the pressures and worries of life. There is always that one spot which can soothe all your problems and troubles in times of stress. For me, the beach is the ultimate cure to my stress.
The sun emerges like a yellow lollipop from the distant horizon. Untouched golden sand covers the distance that eyes can see. A gentle breeze rushes through your hair, and there is a strong scent of salty air. Beach shops prepare for their day of excited customers bustling in and out of their small shops. Sanwiches, beverages, windbreakers and towels all come packed and carried over the visitors’ shoulders.  The sound of the waves crashing and the harsh calls of the seagulls are very appealing to the ears.
Sitting for hours and playing with sand, the children laugh and giggle as sand castles are washed away by the gigantic waves. Some sand castles stand freely in the sun, glistening like diamonds. Parents relax lazily as the sun beats down on them even as the foamy mist sprays like feathers.
People exchange their experiences as the day comes to an end. A muddle of colours appear in the sky as the sun sets. Once more, the beach is left with the garbage of the visitors. Ah! What a day is was at the beach!