TOM
Tom had a toy his mother gave him when he turned nine. Every time the wind blew, the toy spun madly and tom would get very excited.
When tom turned twenty one, his mother got him a brand new blue shining bicycle. Tom took his old toy, put it on the handle bar of his new shining bicycle and rode off.
He cycled for days, through the wild forest with the elves and pixies, and great huge yellow sand dunes, the wild river of the north, and the great mountain on which the wicked witch lived and made her colorful poisonous potions.
One day, Tom got tired of cycling and decided to stop and take rest. He opened his bag and took out a huge sandwich he made on his own. He tied his bicycle next to the tree and soon fell asleep. The wind blew heavy, the leaves made whistling music, but tom slept through it all. Came winter and fall and spring and summer and winter and fall, Tom slept like a little baby.
Suddenly, Tom woke up with the sound of distant merry music. He woke up to see a thick dust cloud in the distance. Curious, he got on to his bicycle, the old toy on his handle bar spinning madly he cycled fast towards the dust cloud.
In the distance, tom saw someone standing. He came to a halt. A clown was leaning against an old withered tree sipping on a strawberry milkshake.
" hello" Tom said.
"why hello..!" said the clown.





This is a small story am working on with illustrations as well. i have roughly sketched out a few characters. they'll be up soon.