Short Stories

I go to a person every Tuesday night, and she sets me lots of story lines, and I have to create a story to go with the line she gives me. They can be however long I like, sometimes, she gives me objects to describe, and maybe create a story with them in, or I get homework - but it's homework I enjoy.
And in this Movella are the short stories I create.

Comment your favourite - if you want, I'll try and make an actual story from it :)xoxo


4. Giant Hamster


     The whole neighbourhood had been turned upside-down, not literally, because then you wouldn’t know it was upside-down because you would be too…

     But anyway, it looked like a bomb had hit it, or massive cows had trampled all over it.


     There were fragments of glass everywhere as well as debris of a place once known as ‘McDonalds’. Why anyone would destroy Macky D, I’ll never know.

     I stepped onto the porch, looked left, then right. It seemed like the only place that hadn’t been wrecked was our street. There were still the too-drunk-to-remember-last-night drunks, sobering up, walking down the street singing ‘Our House, In The Middle Of Our Street’.

     It would’ve just been like any other morning, had it not been for the poor people’s houses being crushed to smithereens, or whatever the posh word is for ‘stuff’.

     This isn’t what a 15 year young would except to see from his bedroom window. Don’t get me wrong, we see it enough in the video games we play, so you’d think we’d know what to do if it ever actually happened. Well, no, not really.

     I just decided to casually stroll down our lane, hoping to find someone who could maybe help me find out what had happened. But then I saw it. A massive hamster holding my mum and dad hostage.

     Obviously, like any other person would, I assumed I was dreaming so I did the cliché and pinched myself. It didn’t hurt, but I felt it. So it wasn’t a dream. How messed up was that?!

     I looked up into my parents eyes, and saw they were begging me for something. Probably help down, but they got up there, they must be able to get down, right?

     “Hey mum, dad?” I called up to them, curiously.

     “Yes, hunny?” My mum shouted back.

     “Why are you about to be eaten by Snuffles?”

     Snuffles is my fat hamster, we used to feed him 3 square meals a day, until he got too fat to fit into his cage, so we stopped feeding him anything apart from our rabbits which had died a week previous. Last night I fed him instead of my dad – for the first time in ages. I gave him some ‘magic beans’ like in Rumplestiltskin or something, so much for being magic. Snuffles had just had a massive growth spurt. Awh.

     Then he ate my parents, and I went to my friend’s house. The opposite side of town. 

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