Six Sentence Sundays: The Dopplestonians

Every Sunday I will write a new six-sentence story. It might be aimed at any age of child. Each story features a downloadable coloring or activity page, which for this week can be found here. It’s a perfect relax-with-your-kids-on-a-Sunday-afternoon treat!

The crowd that was gathered in the square was endless; it had been decades since every single villager had a reason to be in the same place at once. Existence for Dopplestonians was a bitter one, for no one had seen a splash of color on…well, anything…in ages.  Only the very old remembered back before Great Greyler had come, swept down upon their land and eaten everything he could find. Unfortunately for the Dopplestonians, Greylers don’t feast on people or buildings or trees, but on colors. So today was quite a sight, with young Sam running everywhere, waving the strange rainbowesque flower he had found by the riverbank over everything he could find, colors flying wildly from it’s petals and sticking to anything that would have them. From that day on, each Dopplestonian woke up to beautiful blue trees, bright purple grass, and a deep red sky that the whole world would come to envy.