Take a story idea and change the genre underneath it.
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So this time, it's about viewing a story in a different perspective. What would happen if Harry Potter was written by George R.R. Martin, how would you try to write that style? Or if a horror was turned into a children's night time story? Imagine a rendition about Cthulu's first day in school!
The first idea for me was to write about Tom and Jerry, the comical duo that always brought laughter in my childhood. So... let's see how it goes.
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No more.
The grey cat crawled slowly towards its target. Eyes dilated and unfocused, a manic stare that would creep anyone out.
No more hurting.
The target, a light brown mouse, was hiding behind a yellow teapot quivering in fear. The cat was acting strange, it was usually annoyed by the mouse's pranks but this time the mouse might have gone too far.
No more.
Sounds of shattered glass exploded in the kitchen as the cat smashed the teapot into the wall. The mouse took the opportunity to dart away, targeting a small escape hole near the kitchen sink. The path was obstructed by kitchen utensils like a rolling pin, whisk and several buckets filled with some yellow white goo. The mouse ran zig-zag between the objects, hoping that the items would hinder the cat from catching up. With no sounds coming from the back, the mouse took a quick glance to see the cats position and noticed that the cat hasn't moved from its spot. The gray feline merely stared far away with its long fluffy tail swishing back and forth.
Relief was apparent on the mouses face, never the less, the mouse continued to dash towards the exit with all its might. Only to crash into the wall.
Blinded by confusion and pain from the concussion the vermin tries to blink away the white bright stars inside his eyes. He was sure that he ran into the small hole but must have gone too far to the left when he glanced back towards the cat during the run.
The cat started to move now, slow but determined. Eyes unblinking. This time the cat moved with consideration for the utensils, avoiding every hinder with care.
The brown mouse tried to shake away the pain while using its right hand to search for the hole but unable to find it. He took a look on the wall and noticed that there was no hole. Only a black colored spot, as dark as his hopes to escape. And a big shadow looms over the mouse.
No more.
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