Nimbos- Writing by Aayan P.J. and Aahan

Book 1

Written by Aayan and Anishka

Sunrise is just sleeping in his cave when he finds out his parents have gone missing! Can Sunrise find them before it’s too late? Read on to find out!

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Written By Aayan P.J.

Special Thanks to Anishka V.

It was a dark and windy night. As the trees swaying to a gentle breeze, the sun slowly rose upon the dark night sky. Light flooded a small hut and opened his eyes, Marcus Arabnus. 

Marcus was a playful young boy, who was only 8. He loved the hillside near the hut where his family stayed. He always loved to see horses galloping across the smooth terrain. He always liked to watch the cricket matches played at the nearby stadium, the Arun Jaitly Stadium in Delhi. He watched many SMA Trophy matches, as well as the IPL. He also loved to play cricket himself.  

He was much better at his slog sweeps and reverse ones than bowling altogether. He dreaded bowling. He was given the nickname the Wide Bowler from a friend. He hated this and wished to change it. He bowled so wide that sometimes the keeper had difficulty fielding the ball, much less catch it. So, he started training under Coach Varun, the local coach at the Jaitly Stadium. He had vowed to improve his bowling at his time there. 

One day, Marcus woke up bright and early in the morning. He got dressed and wolfed down his food. Then, a thought rushed back to him. He had his first cricket match at the IPL today. The match was starting at three thirty. He jumped into his new Delhi Capitals uniform and got his kit bag. Marcus then raced to the Arun Jaitly Stadium. 

Marcus unpacked his kit and padded up for some net batting. Later on, after lunch, he practised his bowling. It was still very wide, but had come much closer to the stumps than he expected. He continued bowling for longer. Slowly, the balls became closer and closer to the stumps until finally, Marcus bowled the batsman. Confident, Marcus stepped off the field and prepared to play. 

He slipped on his uniform and padded up to bat at number three. After singing the anthem, Marcus went to the dressing room and chatted around with the other Delhi Capitals’ players. Soon the opening batsman was bowled. While the bowler celebrated, Marcus took his helmet and bat and put them on. Wearing his gloves, he stepped onto the pitch. The first ball was a wide yorker. Marcus jabbed at it unsuccessfully. Readying himself for the next ball, Marcus took an off-stump guard. The bowler gave him a slower short ball. Marcus, seeing an opportunity, tried to smack to the leg side. To his horror, he edged it onto his stumps. With the bails off, Marcus walked back to the pavilion, shaking his head. 

At the end of the innings, Delhi had scored 123 for 8. They walked out to bowl. Marcus with the new ball, he was determined to change the game for their team and make the impossible possible. Pacing up, Marcus flung the first ball. The ball wide of the stumps and Marcus grimaced. The next ball was a surprising inswinger bouncing off the batsman’s pads. Huge appeal for leg before was given out. Celebrating, Marcus ran faster than he ever had before. As the batsman walked off the pavilion, he prepared to bowl the third ball of the over. 

The next ball was hit high into the air, and it was caught by the bowler. Screaming in delight, Marcus pumped his fist into the air. On the hat-trick ball, Marcus bowled the ball with all his might. The pace tricked the batsman and the ball went onto the stumps! Marcus ran through the crowd of players and was smothered by his teammates. The hat-trick had been taken by Marcus! Wickets fell like rain and soon the opposition were 83 for 9. Marcus had taken 7 wickets for only 3 runs so far. He came in to bowl the last over of the innings with the opposition needing 41 off the last 6 balls. 

The first ball was hit high by the batsman and a simple catch for the keeper ended the game. Marcus was the player of the match with a haul of 8 wickets in 3.1 overs for 3 runs. He was very proud of himself and continued his bowling streak in the IPL. 

He finished as lead wicket taker in the tournament with 50 wickets in 16 matches. He got Delhi Capitals to their first title. He was very proud of himself. And to think he always bowled wide was incredible. He had become very good at bowling through practice and hard work. He taught us that when we try and believe, we can always succeed.

Written by Aayan P.J. and Aahan

 Inspired by The Ants Go Marching

WARNING- THESE LYRICS ARE SLIGHTLY INAPPROPRIATE

The cats go rising one by one Hurrah, hurrah  

The cats go rising one by one  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising one by one 

The little one stops to eat a bun 

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain  

Burp, burp, burp 

The cats go rising two by two Hurrah, hurrah  

The cats go rising two by two  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising two by two 

The little one stops to chew some poo 

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain  

Burp, burp, burp 

The cats go rising three by three 

Hurrah, hurrah  

The cats go rising three by three  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising three by three 

The little one stops to drink some pee 

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain  

Burp, burp, burp  

The cats go rising four by four hurrah, hurrah  

The cats go rising four by four  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising four by four 

The little one stops to destroy a door 

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain  

Burp, burp, burp 

The cats go rising five by five Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising five by five 

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising five by five 

The little one stops to enter a hive  

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain 

Burp, burp, burp 

The cats go rising six by six, Hurrah, hurrah  

The cats go rising six by six  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising six by six 

The little one stops to do some tricks 

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain  

Burp, burp, burp 

The cats go rising seven by seven 

Hurrah, hurrah  

The cats go rising seven by seven  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising seven by seven 

The little one stops to save heaven 

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain  

Burp, burp, burp 

The cats go rising eight by eight 

Hurrah, hurrah  

The cats go rising eight by eight  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising eight by eight 

The little one stops to ruin a cake 

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain  

Burp, burp, burp  

The cats go rising nine by nine 

Hurrah, hurrah  

The cats go rising nine by nine  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising nine by nine 

The little one stops to see a porcupine 

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain  

Burp, burp, burp 

The cats go rising ten by ten 

 Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising ten by ten 

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising ten by ten 

The little one stops to poo in a pen  

And they all go rising high into the sky to get tons of rain 

Burp, burp, burp 

The cats go rising eleven by eleven 

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising eleven by eleven  

Hurrah, hurrah 

The cats go rising eleven by eleven  

The little one stops to crush heaven and they all go rising high to the sky to get tons of rain 

Burp, burp, burp 

Written by Aayan P.J.

One sunny day, my teammates and I were having a cricket lesson. The sun was blazing, and we were fresh and ready to start. Our coach was warming up, his arms going round and round. When we started, dark clouds were forming at the speed of lightning. I braced myself for the harsh weather, pulling my cap tight over  my head. I leaped onto the grass pitch. My friends followed my lead, sprinting into the field.

As our coach showed us how to hit a good six, I started daydreaming of last year’s Indian Premier League. I thought of the Final, and how the Mumbai Indians trashed the Delhi Capitals and how I had proved myself to Rohit Sharma, the Mumbai Indians’s captain.. “Boult! BOULT! Stop dreaming and show us how to hit a pro six!” I finally heard the coach say. Embarrassed, I stepped onto the middle of the field, brandishing my cricket bat. As a bowler flung the ball, I instinctively hit the ball with the bat. The ball went high into the air, then depressingly landed in a fielder’s hands. “Were you paying attention or were you daydreaming again, Boult?!” the coach asked me with a mocking voice. Everyone started laughing at me. Even tears of laughter rolled down one of their cheeks. I hung my head in shame and embarrassment.

After the lesson ended, I strode over to my bench on the field and gulped down some water. Then, the Mumbai Indians continued our lesson. Afterwards, I left the cricket stadium and went home, feeling glum. I downed my lunch, then went out onto a field to practice my bowling. As I flung the ball, my mind became clouded with an unknown substance. I fell onto my back, my mind wandering. My consciousness left my body, and the substance clouding his mind luring me out. Then a voice said, ” Hello, Trent Boult. I am the captain of the Eleven Pros, which is a team of professional cricket players. Are you ready to join this team, or are you too weak? If you think you are strong enough, meet us at the market Ertanious Market.“ Then the voice faded off, and he returned to my own body.

I immediately sprinted off to Ertanious. Upon reaching, I scoured the place for the Eleven Pros, with no luck. Then, a hand pulled me into the back of the shop. I recognised the face when I saw it- for it was my teammate, Jasprit Bumrah. He said that he had an alliance with the Eleven Pros. Then he told me to go to the field behind the shop. I did as I was told, and there I met a team of cricketers. They told me to bowl one over for a batsmen, and I did. Then the team made me do an over of batting. Last of all, I was asked to field six balls. I caught every single one of them. Then one of the cricketers said quietly, “You are now part of the Eleven Pros.” My heart did a somersault in joy. Then they told me to come to the same field everyday for training. And I did so. I then realised I was the best cricketer I could ever be.

 

The End

CAUTION: THIS IS A FICTIONAL BOOK AND THE AUTHOR HAS NEVER MET OR SEEN ANY OF THESE PLAYERS IN PERSON AND HAS NOT AGREED TO ALLOW HIM TO WRITE THIS BOOK

Written by Aayan P. Jain

Illustration by Aahan Aseem Jain

Aultro’s back! Aultro thinks his days of fighting and being a ninja are over. But what he doesn’t know is that something evil has set its sights on Aultro’s village and his amulet. Would Aultro be able to protect his own or will he die fighting this villain?

WARNING– THIS STORY IS VERY GROSS AND IS NOT TO TRIED OUT AT HOME. NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN AGED 7 AND BELOW

 A Short Text Clip

Written by Aayan P.J.

Brother 1: Hello brother. How are you today?

Brother 2: I am fine brother, how are you?

Brother 1: I am excellent, brother, but you are not.

Brother 2: Why, brother?

Brother 1: Because you are talking to me in you underpants.

Brother 2: Oh. I am a noob.

Brother 1: LOL. I am putting this on FaceBook, Instagram, and every other social media account I have.

Brother 2: NOOOOOOOO!

Written By Aayan P. Jain

Illustration Aahan A. Jain

Once upon a BeyBlade time, there was an epic bey named Storm Spryzen. It was agile and powerful and strong. It defeated every other bey it faced off with. Its opponents were either in pieces or were blasted into oblivion.

There was another strong bey in the house. It’s name was Drain Fafnir. It was left spinning and it absorbed the power of its opponents. It was almost unstoppable with its drain-spin.

One day, Fafnir and Spryzen bumped into each other at the bey mall. They bared their respective pairs of teeth. “Spryzen. I’ve heard the legends about you. You blast your opponents into little pieces. Now you will meet your end!” yelled Fafnir.

“Not today I won’t, Fafnir.” Spryzen retorted.

“Then let’s fight, and see who is stronger.”

Then they leapt forward and clashed their layers. Spryzen struck a tantalising blow on Fafnir’s tip, only to be brought back by a strike on its disc. They continuously exchanged blows, each one more painful and powerful than the next. Soon, the entire mall was a pile of rubble, due to the rapidly increasing energy from their strikes. Both beys tired out very quickly, only to be refreshed by powerful surges of energy.

Suddenly, a large crevice appeared in the ground. Fafnir and Spryzen struggled to maintain their grip on the walls of the crevice, then fell into the void of darkness.

Spryzen and Fafnir landed in a heap on the ground. They looked at each other and silently came to an agreement- they had to work together to escape the doom of the gap in the ground. So they spiralled the area, rapidly gaining speed, until they were lifted into the air by the formed wind tornado. They landed comfortably on the ground. Then Fafnir said, “Thanks, Spryzen. Can we be friends?” Spryzen replied, “Of course, dude. And thanks to you too.” Then the pair walked away chattering animatedly all the way home. They had become the best of friends.

Written by Aayan P. Jain

Illustration by Aahan A. Jain

One day, Nooster was playing Adopt Me on Roblox at 1.00a.m. on his computer when someone sent him a friend request. His username was IAmNotACyberBully. He actually believed the username and accepted the request. Suddenly, Nooster was riding a griffin. The griffin was flying into the air at top speed. Nooster was astonished. He didn’t have a griffin in Adopt Me! And he didn’t have a flying or riding potion either! He jumped in joy and made his griffin do loopy loops in the sky. But suddenly, he was sitting in jail. His griffin had disappeared. Weird. He thought. decided to shut his computer and go to sleep. So he packed up his things and got into bed.

Nooster woke up to a bucket of freezing cold water. “Nooster! Nooster! Wake up! You have a visitor.” Nooster’s mother screeched. “I’m up!” Nooster shouted. He got out of bed and groggily walked to the door. At the doorstep, was a man checking his phone. A straw hat shielded his face from view. “Hello, RobloxianPoos (That guy is Nooster in Roblox). I am IAmNotACyberBully. You had friended me in Roblox. I want to talk privately with you.” Nooster shrugged and walked towards the man. The man started to walk to the elevator. Nooster followed him. They walked inside the elevator. By then, Nooster had started to become suspicious. They walked till the man’s car. The man asked Nooster to hop in, and believe this- Nooster obliged. The man climbed in and suddenly, the man locked the car doors. Then, it struck Nooster. The man was kidnapping him. “You gave me that griffin. Then you put me in jail in some other game.” Nooster pronounced. The man gave no reply. Suddenly, he looked back, a knife in his hand. He raised the blade and all went dark.

When Nooster woke up, he was tied to a chair. The man was standing over him, smiling evilly. The knife was still in his hand. His house – Nooster thought. “I am a stalker, Nooster. A cyber stalker.” The man said, mischievously, “I am a kidnapper.”

Meanwhile, Nooster’s mother was getting worried. Nooster had been gone for a few hours already! She started to get suspicious. So she walked to the elevator, went to the first storey and walked over to the man’s car. Oh sorry, I forgot. The car wasn’t there anymore. Anyway, Nooster’s mommy was furious. She tore the telephone off the dialler and she barked orders to the police to capture the man. The police immediately arrived and tracked the man down. They and Nooster’s mother drove to the man’s home and banged on the door.

The man opened the door and to his surprise there was a bunch of policemen, lead by Nooster’s mother. “Let go of my child.” She growled fiercely at the man, who had decided to cower heroically behind the wall. The man didn’t reply, so Nooster’s mother marched inside the house and tore up the ropes tying Nooster to the chair with her bare hands. The policemen handcuffed the man and took him away. Nooster and his mother walked home, happily chatting about their adventures that day. “I’m guessing you learnt a lesson from this experience. I hope you think before trusting cyber bullies next time.” Nooster’s mother said. And all that time, Nooster was wearing his sleepy time underwear.

The End

Written by Aayan P. Jain
Illustration by Aahan Aseem Jain

Once upon a time, there was COVID-19 everywhere and it was infecting everyone. But the doctors and nurses uninfected everyone who got infected, and COVID- 19 was pushed into a million year old man. The man and the doctors kept it secret for a very long time, until a dude named The Doctor(first name The, second name Doctor) told everyone about it. The and the other doctors felt bad about having leftover COVID- 19 peeps. So they got a knife and stabbed the old man. They went to some old museum and grabbed an Egyptian sarcophagus. They dumped the blood- covered body into it and they threw it out into the seas. But that triggered the worst.

The sarcophagus sank into the water, golden light covering the dark depths. But the sarcophagus wasn’t sealed properly! It opened, and the COVID- 19 virus erupted out of the old man’s body, infecting the fish. The fish spread it to the waters of the world! And the people who ate the fish and drank the water got COVID- 19! Then those peeps spread it to the other peeps! And the peeps of the world spread it to the animals of the world! Then the mould growing on leftover food got COVID- 19! And those dudes spread it to the nature! And nature spread it to Earth itself! The Earth spread it to the other planets of the solar system, including the sun! Then they spread it to other stars and planets. After that, the whole universe got COVID- 19! Then everyone and everything died in pain and agony except the COVID- 19 virus.

But some of the viruses wanted to rule the world. So they began to fight. So many COVID- 19 viruses got injured, that the viruses which didn’t fight became nurses. They tried to help their fellow injured viruses. They discovered that many of the COVID- 19 viruses were becoming a new virus- COVID- 20. The COVID- 19 nurses decided to have a meeting. They sat down and discussed the problem. At the end of the meeting, they agreed there was only one way to return the COVID- 20 virus to their COVID- 19 friends- to bring back civilization. They had to return the universe to power. They had discovered that the universe had transferred them to the World of Zombies. So they conjured the Portal of Fate and jumped towards the universe.
When they arrived, there were humans wearing coats and goggles. One was putting a mixture into the mouth of a man sprawled on a bed. The COVID- 19 nurses ignored them and went straight to the lab. In the lab, they rummaged through drawers and cupboards. Then, one of them found a vial full of green liquid. It had a label that read- FOR PORTALS!!!!!! She grabbed it and went running out of the room. The others followed her. They quickly summoned the Portal of Fate and jumped through. Suddenly, they were standing in the middle of a battlefield!!!! Swords and arrows were flying. The nurses ran out of the massacre, stunned. They sprinted towards their lab. The nurse who found the vial pulled it out and flung it at a wall. The glass shattered and a black hole appeared on the wall. The nurses chanted a spell and the world became a blur of light.

Suddenly, the nurses were standing on a street. COVID viruses continued to fight, as if the world was still not there. Just then, a bunch of humans burst out of a building next to the viruses. They were wearing lab coats and goggles. “Hullo. We are friends, aren’t we? You saved us from the World of Zombies.” “Yeah, yeah, that’s right.” the nurses muttered. Then they escorted the nurses into the building. After that, they began to work on an antidote for the COVID viruses. They worked for many weeks, until they finally found a cure. They captured the COVID virus and forced it to die with the cure potion. The nurses and the lab- coat- wearing humans celebrated their victory right after the last COVID virus died. They lived happily ever after and never had any worries again.
The End