The wind whistled round his/her ears and he/she picked up the already falling apart, handmade laser gun. He/She stood up and held it in the air. "Be gone evil monsters! I will save the town. If you want to live, you still have a chance!"
The grass tickled his/her toes and he giggled. Dropping his/her new invention, scrap lying on the ground around him/her, he/she opened his eyes and he/she turned to face the open and friendly street. A smile spread across his/her face and he/she watched his/her neighbour's silhouettes dancing around through the windows. The lamp posts were dim and the pavement was smeared with the dust particles from the golden rays of sun, as happy people clipped their hedges a dawdled about the mowed lawns. Still, he/she stood on the new turf below and gasped as he/she heard his/her mum/dad-
"Come on, (name)! It's time for lunch!" He/She licked his/her lips. (Name) was always very hungry; he/she rushed to the front door and peeked through the lock hole. His/Her mum greeted him/her and he/she was excused inside. As (name) left for the inside of their small heated house, a van pulled up beside the window.
"Mommy/Daddy," (name) murmured, scraping the remnants of soup away and into his/her mouth from the sides of his/her bowl. "When are we getting ice cream?" His/Her mom/dad sighed. He/She stood up and his/her chair squaked under the table as it pulled out.
He/She started, "I told you, we're not getting any ice cream this month." (name) curled his bottom lip and his/her eye brows raised, tilted.
"But!" He/She cried. "All my friends get to eat ice cream every week! Why can't I too?" he/she declared, whimpering and his/her lips started to wobbled.
"(name), first of all; you don't have any friends." His/Her mom said, softly though it penetrated (name) like an arrow. "And second, ice cream is bad for your health! I'll only allow you to eat ice cream once month." He/She smiled to calm (name), and his/her heart eased.
Later while (name) was sitting on the torn family sofa taking a nap, unfamiliar music started ringing through his/her ears. It sounded like a xylophone's high melody- a jolly and fast tune, as a van pulled up into view from out of the misted window. "Huh? What's that music?" He/She ran to the window and pushed his/her face up against the smeared glass.
btw the van is an ice cream van- actually it doesnt have to be, but the music...so yeh C:
this is from a story i was writing based on a gacha horror movie Symphally made- ITS SO GOOD!! watch it! chills down my spine oohhhh..... it's called the ice cream song! btw check it out on my profile :D
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Story Ideas
Randoma few story ideas, straight from my heart to yours! some of these are from books ive written, and some i made up. enjoy, and have a nice day! also this is my first publish...so please no hate. Thank you! i appreiciate you!
