Elyse’s Story: 6.3.2025
SUPERabled’s Prompts
ChatGPT command: Write a Story for 5th graders
Survey Prompt Results
Genre: Historical Fiction Tone: Scared Setting: A ghost town in the mountains Special tools: Prosthetic Legs • Vision: • Hearing: • Appearance: Character (Development) Building: • Age:11 • POV 3rd person gender: he/him • Appearance: o Hair: yellow o Eyes: yellow o Hairstyle: beanie o Clothes: Multi-colored T-shirt • Backstory: Is an Only child and is a dreamer • Personality: Has an incredible Imagination, is Great at Solving Puzzles, loves Telling Stories Rising Action: Organizing a Party Conflict: Being Kind is a Superpower Climax: Talking to New People Falling Action: Helping Out a Stranger and Making New Friends Realization (I learned): I am a good friend. Resolution (I will): Try New Things. Conclusion: When I embrace my superpower, I can accomplish anything.
Title: The Ghost Town Party
In the shadowy folds of the Whispering Pines mountains, where wind howled through empty buildings and owl eyes glowed in the dark, sat an old ghost town called Dusty Hollow. Long ago, it had been full of life and laughter. Now, only broken signs creaked and tumbleweeds danced down lonely roads.
But this story isn’t about ghosts—not the spooky kind anyway.
It’s about a kid named Sunny.
Sunny was ten years old and had wild yellow hair that peeked out from under a knitted beanie. His eyes were the same bright yellow, like two suns full of ideas. He wore a multi-colored T-shirt that looked like a paint explosion. Sunny was an only child, a dreamer who could turn an empty box into a rocket ship and a quiet room into a dragon’s lair. He wore prosthetic legs that clicked softly when he walked, and he called them his “adventure feet.”
One afternoon, Sunny’s parents drove their camper up into the mountains for a weekend hike. But Sunny wandered a little further ahead… and then a little further still, until he found himself staring at the broken-down sign of Dusty Hollow.
“Cool!” he whispered, his breath fogging in the cool mountain air.
The town was empty. Or so he thought.
As Sunny explored, he got a spooky feeling in his gut. Shadows shifted. Wind whistled like whispers. The windows of the old saloon blinked. But instead of running, Sunny smiled. “This place needs a party,” he said.
He got to work right away.
He used glowing moss to make lanterns and tied scraps of cloth into streamers. He found old plates and cups and scrubbed them clean. All the while, his imagination buzzed like bees in his head.
The whole town seemed to hold its breath.
That night, Sunny stood in the middle of Main Street with everything ready. “Welcome to the First Annual Dusty Hollow Bash!” he announced to the empty road. “Everyone’s invited!”
And someone came.
First, a small voice squeaked from the shadows. A girl, about his age, stepped forward. She had brown pigtails and wore a tattered dress. “Is it really a party?” she asked.
Sunny smiled. “Sure is.”
Then, more kids appeared—quiet and shy at first, then giggling and playing tag. Some had old-fashioned clothes, and one boy wore a bowler hat. Sunny didn’t ask questions. He welcomed each one.
But there was something odd. These kids… weren’t quite normal.
Some flickered like candlelight. Others glowed softly or floated just a tiny bit above the ground.
Ghosts.
Sunny’s stomach twisted. He took a step back, his adventure feet clicking against the wood.
“You’re not scared, are you?” asked the girl.
Sunny thought about it. He was scared. But he also knew something else—being kind is a superpower. And maybe these kids didn’t want to scare him. Perhaps they were just… lonely.
“I was,” Sunny admitted. “But I think you’re all just looking for a good party.”
The girl smiled. “Exactly.”
He handed her a paper crown.
The kids danced under the stars. They played games and told stories. Sunny’s stories made everyone laugh—even the ghost in the rocking chair who hadn’t laughed in a hundred years.
Later that night, Sunny noticed a small boy sitting alone near the edge of town.
Sunny sat beside him. “You okay?”
The boy shook his head. “I miss my brother. He left a long time ago.”
Sunny didn’t know what to say. So he just listened. And that was enough.
By morning, the ghost kids were gone. But Dusty Hollow didn’t feel empty anymore.
When Sunny returned to camp, his parents were just waking up.
“How was your adventure?” they asked.
Sunny beamed. “I made new friends. Helped someone. And threw a ghost-town party.”
His parents laughed, thinking it was one of Sunny’s wild stories.
But he knew the truth.
I learned: I am a good friend.
I will: Try new things.
Conclusion: When I embrace my superpower, I can accomplish anything.
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