The Dead World

Thirty Six ~ From A Friend

"Your three words are Monkey, Snow and Bowl" Phoebe gave Carl and Sophia the next three words, they were playing triple threat she was trying to keep their minds active while keeping it off the thought of how tired they were.

"Oh that's easy Aunt Phebs, One day the little Monkey was woken from his sleep running to his window he grinned at the fresh layer of snow outside but this time he was going to keep some forever before it left like before. So he ran out with a bowl from the kitchen and scooped some up. A few hours later he checked under his bed to check on his bowl of snow and frowned seeing a bowl of water." Carl ran through his short story.

"You can't always start with them waking up my love but i do like the moral of the story very nicely done" Phoebe answered and looked towards Sophia.

"Okay, The monkey was stood outside in the snow at his mothers orders, he hated the snow, he hated the cold and the wet, he hated the crunching it made under his frostbitten paws but there he stayed just to please his mother he just hoped when she'd believed he'd had enough 'fun' she'd call him back inside and he could enjoy his favourite bowl of banana pieces" Sophia smiled at her story.

"Nicely done Fia, your pointer would be to maybe go into a short reasoning of why his mother had made him go outside even when he didn't want to" Phoebe ruffled the girls hair trying not to make assumptions about the girl and her mother, she'd noticed since Carol had left their relationship seemed tense like Sophia was waiting for Carol to leave again.

"Next three Aunt Phebs" Carl nudged his aunt when she went silent, he knew what she was doing with the games it had started off as I spy but after the fifth tree and godknows how many cloud guesses they quickly changed games.

"Alrighty then, erh Hero, Villian and Expectations" she nodded happily her own mind racing to make a few storylines herself trying to think where the two teens would go with the words.

"Ooh good ones" Noah nodded from behind them and Phoebe glanced back.

"I expect a short story then kid" she smirked when the boy just nodded.

"Can i join?" Beth grinned from beside Noah and Phoebe nodded remembering the game of POLO they shared after the farm.

"Can i go first?" Sophia asked and after a few nods she started "The common people wouldn't understand the expectations they forced onto their hero or their so called Villian. For no one can be truely good or evil but never being one to disappoint the villian did things even he found hard to do, hoping the hero would stop him but why would the hero do that when deep down he would have done the very same." 

Phoebe chuckled "Very nice, good plot twist, nice choice of misunderstanding you little lady should start writing" Sophia beamed up at her.

"My turn" Carl tipped his hat up "The hero threw himself straight into the destruction left behind by the villian he had to save whoever was hurt inside even if he was scared himself because that was the expectations he had to live up to. He was the claimed Hero of their story but no one ever thinks about saving him." 

"Very good, you humanised the hero that was very nice" Phoebe grinned, these were some good little short stories? Sentences? She didn't know but they were good "Noah?"

"Right, The villian hit the hero making their so called hero fall to the ground, this pitiful man infront of him was it? The one the civilians had choosen to destory him? They're expectations must not be very high for himself, maybe he needed to show them just how evil he could be if they sent this insult of a man to put an end to his reign" Noah looked at Phoebe when he was done.