Monday, 4 August 2014

The ice-cream man

I walked up to him smiling gratefully as he gently handed me an ice-cream. I licked my lips as it spilled all over my face. I looked into his eyes, evilness crept into my soul, sucking life out of my body. He shoved me behind him and locked me in a rotting jail. I huddle into the bars, terrified. How could a nice ice cream man be so cruel? I watched, frozen as he ruined the lives of many other kids like me. I tumbled over, holding my breath as he crept in, ready for murder. I screamed, suprised he dropped the knife and I fled. I ran as fast as my little legs would carry me till I finally reached home. At night, when everything was silent I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. I didn't wake up in the morning.

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