Olivia’s World #1: The Stair Stomping Monster


Once upon a time there was a Stair Stomping Monster named Mimia and she was nice, kind and helped people if anyone needs help.  She was special at all kinds of things.  Mimia likes her city.  Mimias city is called Stair Stomping Ville.  Even though Mimia lives in a city where all other Stair Stomping Monsters live she is different.  Shes different because all the monsters in Stair Stomping Ville stomp but Mimia does not, Mimia uses her words when she is happy, sad or mad.

One day Mimia saw a little girl that was 4 years old and holding a tiny doll that was clean, had soft fur and had braids that had been tied with bows that are the color red.  And the owner of the doll looked sad.  Mimia knew it because she was crying.

“ Well she does not look graceful like me,” said Mimia.

Mimia ran out to catch her.

“What is your name and why are you sad and crying? “  Asks Mimia sadly knowing now she was sad as the little girl said her name Caroline.

Mimia said how to be happy and now they are friends.

The end.


Mommy Disclaimer….  Olivia is my 7 year old daughter.  She began writing here so she could share her voice too.  All the words, the ideas and the typing… the entire story was done totally and completely by Olivia.   I only helped with formatting, spelling and with Photoshopping the drawing.  By writing this story Olivia hopes to inspire other kids to learn their manners, help a lot and be nice and kind!

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17 Replies to “Olivia’s World #1: The Stair Stomping Monster”

  1. Wow! What a great story! 🙂 I have two real life stair stepping monsters…er boys rather, who could benefit from reading your story today. Great job Olivia! Can’t wait to read your next blog entry!

    1. Thank you so much for reading my blog. When i am mad and sometimes… because that was my only time i stomped up the stairs like the all of the Stair Stomping Monsters in Stair Stomping Ville. Anyway when i get mad or sad a lot of times i think of times when me and my best friend played with each other. -Olivia

  2. What a wonderful story Olivia !!
    I too, have a little chair stomper, although she is a teenager !! =D
    Maybe she should read your story. What a kind thing to do, cheering up
    someone who is sad =D

    1. Thank you so much for reading my beautiful story i hope Casey really liked it and is learning to use her manners and be happy and nice. -Olivia

  3. Dear Olivia,
    I learned so much from your story today! I hope to be like Mimia one day–I am guilty of sometimes stomping when I’m angry. And I’m a grown-up! Sounds to me like I could use Mimia as a friend and mentor, just like Caroline. I look forward to learning more lessons from you as you continue to post with your awesome Mom!
    Abby (The Occasional Stair Stomper)
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    1. I hope Mimia helps you a lot with being really happy, nice and learning lots of your manners. She is an awesome friend for me and now i want her to be a best friend for you. You can test her as a friend for me if you want. -Olivia

  4. Wow, Olivia, great job! I loved your story and your drawing! I’m looking forward to hearing more. ….Maybe someday I will be reading the ever-so-popular blog: akaOlivia! 🙂


  5. Hi Olivia,

    I am super impressed with your story! I especially love the part when Mimia chooses not to stomp and uses her words instead. That is a super hard thing to do…use our words instead of stomping. I love that you are writing about things that we talk a lot about in our house.
    I can’t wait to show my 7 year old your story. She is in bed now, but tomorrow, I am going to show it to her. I can’t wait to hear what she thinks. I am sure she is going to be so jealous that you are a published author!
    I hope you keep writing stories that you share with your fans. I also hope that you continue to work on the things we are all working on in life: Good manners and being a good friend.
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