Ato hears the door opening and dashes behind a filling cabinet. He hears footsteps, about three people, he thinks. The room floods with light as someone draws back the curtains. Ato’s heart begins to thump with fear as he inches further behind the cabinet although he knows he cannot be seen. Oh dear! He sees something in the corner of his eye and turns his head sharply. Oh God don’t let it be rat. It is not a rat, it is his hand. His body breaks out in sweat all of a sudden. “Mr Ringo, Mr Ringo. I can see my hand. Why can I see my hand? I am supposed to be invisible.” “This is not good. Where are you now?” “Hiding behind a cabinet.” “Are you afraid, young master?” “Of course I am afraid. What kind of question is that?” “That is the problem. You have to be bold and brave because fear makes you vulnerable and blows your cover.” “You are telling me this now?” Ato can now see his feet. “Mr Ringo, I can see my feet. I can see my legs now. Do something.” “Calm down, sir, try to overcome your fear. They will not find you if you stop being afraid.” “I’m trying, I am trying.” “What is the matter?” Ato hears a man’s voice ask. “I thought I saw something going behind the filing cabinet.” “You must be seeing things. We don’t have rats in this room,” a woman said. “I know, but let me check it out all the same because we can’t have things scurrying about, can we?” the man says. “You worry too much,” the woman says. Ato hears footsteps coming in the direction of the cabinet. He cannot let them find him. His whole body is almost visible now.ATGS is a fantastic story about a boy, a magical phone booth and an eccentric angel
Dec 20, 2008
Full of Suspense
Ato hears the door opening and dashes behind a filling cabinet. He hears footsteps, about three people, he thinks. The room floods with light as someone draws back the curtains. Ato’s heart begins to thump with fear as he inches further behind the cabinet although he knows he cannot be seen. Oh dear! He sees something in the corner of his eye and turns his head sharply. Oh God don’t let it be rat. It is not a rat, it is his hand. His body breaks out in sweat all of a sudden. “Mr Ringo, Mr Ringo. I can see my hand. Why can I see my hand? I am supposed to be invisible.” “This is not good. Where are you now?” “Hiding behind a cabinet.” “Are you afraid, young master?” “Of course I am afraid. What kind of question is that?” “That is the problem. You have to be bold and brave because fear makes you vulnerable and blows your cover.” “You are telling me this now?” Ato can now see his feet. “Mr Ringo, I can see my feet. I can see my legs now. Do something.” “Calm down, sir, try to overcome your fear. They will not find you if you stop being afraid.” “I’m trying, I am trying.” “What is the matter?” Ato hears a man’s voice ask. “I thought I saw something going behind the filing cabinet.” “You must be seeing things. We don’t have rats in this room,” a woman said. “I know, but let me check it out all the same because we can’t have things scurrying about, can we?” the man says. “You worry too much,” the woman says. Ato hears footsteps coming in the direction of the cabinet. He cannot let them find him. His whole body is almost visible now.Dec 8, 2008
Fun and Exciting
The angel begins to giggle loudly as she waves her hands about, her whole body shaking threateningly. She claps her hands sharply, and before Ato can say Jack Robinson, he finds himself buckled fast into what seems like a seat on a roller-coaster ride with a protective cylindrical iron bar that has soft padding on it almost touching his chest. Sunshine sits right next to him, wearing a daisy yellow race car helmet, a pair of safety laboratory goggles with bright green plastic rims, and a bright fuchsia scarf wound twice around her neck, the two frilly ends floating behind her. Ato feels his face and head; he also seems to be wearing a protective helmet, goggles and a scarf.“Are you ready?” Sunshine asks. The roller-coaster seat begins to purr like a really fat cat which has just had a nice dinner. The purring changes and sounds like a tractor. Ato can tell because he lives in the country and sees tractors all the time.
“Wait!” Ato shouts above the rising din. He raises his right hand and screams, “In the Sunshine mobile, to infinity and beyond. Up, up and away.” Ato winks at her.
“Does it mean you are ready?” Sunshine asks.
“Go, go, go!”
The roller-coaster seat shoots off at an incredible speed in the starry sky and this time instead of a fat cat or a tractor, it roars like a train, a locomotive engine.
“Yuwhuuuuuu!” Ato screams, holding unto the protective bar for dear life with one hand while waving the other above his head like a cowboy getting ready to lasso a stubborn cow.
“Look. It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s Superman. Wrong! It’s Ato and Sunshine. Yuwhuuuuuu.”
Sunshine breaks into peals of laughter.
“Sunshine, you rock!” Ato shouts.
“Oh dear, am I turning into a stone?” The angel is worried.
“No, silly. I mean you are the best thing ever.”
“Well in that case, Ato, you are a mountain, because a mountain is a million times bigger than a rock and you are the bestest, bestest, bestest thing ever,” the angel screams.
Ato breaks into laughter.
John
Kojo
Lala
The Cat
The Hyena
The Shark
The Pack
The Three Cousins
Mr. Ringo
Sunshine
Ato
The Book
Ato is a lonely young boy with a world of problems: his father has recently passed away; his horrid mates at school think he is crazy; and to crown it all he is a little frightened of, well almost everything.
His world brightens up for a moment when a weird angel called Sunshine, who dresses like a clown and is giggly, chubby and quite a sport, becomes his friend. She even brings to life his one and only playmate, an old telephone booth, broken and abandoned for years.
However, just when he is beginning to feel happy for the first in months, he is shocked to learn that he is supposed to be a member of a secret organisation called Giant Slayers, which has existed for thousands of years. But in order to assume this great responsibility, Ato must overcome his fears and embrace his fate.
What kind of giants is he supposed to slay? Can this timid boy do it? Is it true that there is a prophecy about a little Giant Slayer who shall mark a new era in the life of the organisation?
Ernest Antwi
It was at this stage that he fell in love with writing. A few of the essays he wrote in his English class during his early years at secondary school were read to the other classes by his teachers who were enthralled by the quality of his work.
At the age of thirteen, Ernest wrote his first book, inspired tremendously by the works of British author, Enid Blyton. He has since written a few more books, which he hopes to publish soon and which include comic plays for young readers and a collection of poems.
Ernest holds a Bachelor of Arts in English and Master of Science in Refugee Studies. He presently lives in London with his lovely wife, Laydi-Anis.
Inspiring Quote...
Even as a kid, my memories are of books taking me out of myself. Oprah Winfrey