Odd Socks

I wrote this in grade 6, just for fun. I was always loosing a sock from a pair so I decided to write this. ☺



Where my Lost Socks Go
“Mum!” I called out, “Have you seen any of my lost socks?” That question usually starts the day for me. Who am I? I’m Mark, I’m twelve and I live in Townsville. My socks always keep disappearing in the washing machine. Well, not a pair of socks, one sock. One sock of a pair always goes missing in that washing machine. But one day, I found out where they all go, all of your missing socks, and I never want to go there again!


It all started one day when we had just moved into the new house. The previous owners had left this washing machine in the laundry. “That only makes it easier for us,” Mum had said, “We don’t need to go buy a washing machine now. Do you have anything to wash darling?”

“Yeah.” I answered, “A couple of dirty socks.” I tossed them to her and she put them in to the washing machine with some more clothes. After an hour, the wash was ready to put on the line. Mum told me to hang the clothes out so I put all the clothes into the washing basket and went outside to hang out the clothes. I got one of my socks out and hung it up, but I couldn’t find the other one! It wasn’t in the basket.

Maybe it’s in the washing machine, I thought. I went back to the laundry room and walked up to the washing machine to look inside, nothing there but some hair that had got caught in the machine. I looked around the washing machine but there was nothing there too! Where did it go?

This had been happening for the past two weeks or so. I was really angry for only getting odd socks back; only one sock from the pair had gone even if you put the one sock in, you get it back! I went up to the machine and yelled at it, like as if it could hear me, “What did you do with all my socks?!” All I got back was low gurgling, like I expected anything else. I kicked the machine and slammed its door shut, and then I kicked it again really hard. There was low rumpling noise, then a really high pitched noise. Suddenly, a bright light surrounded me! It was so bright I closed my eyes, when I opened them again; I was in an entirely different place!

I was in some sort of suer that had been sort of drained out. I looked around, there were heaps of socks everywhere, and not one of them matched up, there were heaps of odd socks. My socks could be here, I thought. I was just about to pick up a sock when I heard a gruffly voice ask me, “What do you think you’re doing?” I looked around, no one there. “Oy! Down here!” I looked down and saw an old, brown, hairy sock sitting up on the ground, looking at me!

“Did you hear me?” he asked, “Or am I just talking to a tree?”

“Um...Sorry.” I replied, “What did you say?”

“What I said was unimportant, what you need to do is important. Get out of here!”

“Why?” I asked

“Because,” The sock carried on, “If you touch one sock, you’ll be sorry.”

“What?!”

“Are you deaf or something? The odd sock monster doesn’t want anyone to touch his socks. He fills his pipes with millions of socks and if one of them moves, he sends them all down and you’ll suffocate. Not just because you can’t breathe, because of the smell of them too!”

“But they’re my socks!” I said, “And I want them back!” I walked over to a pile of socks and started scanning for mine, none of them there. I walked over to another pile and there they all where! As I picked them up, there was a large roar and socks started falling from everywhere!

”Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” The sock said, it seemed to be grinning.

“How do I get out of here?!” I asked, panic stricken.

“You’ll have to find that out for yourself!” The sock laughed as he was covered with a pile of socks. Great, I was going to be buried alive by socks! I stuffed the socks into my jacket pockets and looked around for an escape route. I noticed that on this big, slimy wall, there were millions of tiny washing machine doors, no bigger than my eye.

I ran fast, over to the walls. Maybe one of these doors led to my washing machine. But they were so small, how was I going to fit in one? I opened a door and looked through it, I saw two green aliens! Two aliens loading their laundry! I cried out and slammed the door shut. I opened another one and looked through, there were cows loading their washing! The socks had piled up to my knees now, I had to move fast.

I opened door after door and had no luck. The piles of socks were getting higher and higher, they where almost up to my chest! Then I saw something. Right up the top was a door; it looked like it was glowing green. Could that be the door? I reached up, stretched, but I couldn’t reach it. The socks were up to my neck and still climbing, they seemed to be pulling me down, down. The socks were just covering my head but I could still see the door, I reached up again and just touched it. I reached up one last time with all of my strength and grabbed it! I opened the door and a bright light came through. I closed my eyes and heard the sock laughing.

When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting down, leaning on the washing machine. What a weird dream, I thought. Then I looked down to see all of my lost socks on my lap! Mum came around the corner and said, “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Then she saw my socks. “Oh, you’ve found your socks! Where were they?”

“Believe me Mum,” I said. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She smiled and ruffled my hair. “Oh, Mum. Can we get a new washing machine?”