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The Chocolate Ice Cream Ghost
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Part I
Once upon a time, a 16 year old girl who loved chocolate ice cream lived in a 20th century small village. The village had an ice cream shop that was open 24 hours, 7 days a week...a little like magic.
The girl's name was Chocolaté and her surname De Ice Creame. She had a French echnity and you could see it in her large, but dull, dark brown eyes, olive skin tone and long, seemingly water painted black hair.
She was a very strange person. She never said a word to anyone else. She just stared....at everyone in the street. At the chocolate ice creams she bought every single day for her sickly little brother and desolate mother who suffered from an extreme mental brain injury.
Chocolaté never smiled. Neither did she ever laugh. Except when she saw the two chocolate ice cream cones the seller always handed her after she paid with the little money she had. And then she just laughed. She didn't smile.
She didn't buy much other food. And she never, ever bought ice cream for herself, much to the alarm and concern of the other villagers, who liked observing the small, everyday habits of their fellow townspeople.
Chocolaté rarely appeared on the streets other than to buy ice cream; very occasionally, to visit the library or walk her cat and, on Sundays, to enter church late and quietly.
There was always something odd about Miss De Ice Creame. Well, quite a few things odd about her. For instance; her facial skin was slightly yellow. Her teeth were, also. Her eyes were never bloodshot; but never focused.
Some...
Part I
Once upon a time, a 16 year old girl who loved chocolate ice cream lived in a 20th century small village. The village had an ice cream shop that was open 24 hours, 7 days a week...a little like magic.
The girl's name was Chocolaté and her surname De Ice Creame. She had a French echnity and you could see it in her large, but dull, dark brown eyes, olive skin tone and long, seemingly water painted black hair.
She was a very strange person. She never said a word to anyone else. She just stared....at everyone in the street. At the chocolate ice creams she bought every single day for her sickly little brother and desolate mother who suffered from an extreme mental brain injury.
Chocolaté never smiled. Neither did she ever laugh. Except when she saw the two chocolate ice cream cones the seller always handed her after she paid with the little money she had. And then she just laughed. She didn't smile.
She didn't buy much other food. And she never, ever bought ice cream for herself, much to the alarm and concern of the other villagers, who liked observing the small, everyday habits of their fellow townspeople.
Chocolaté rarely appeared on the streets other than to buy ice cream; very occasionally, to visit the library or walk her cat and, on Sundays, to enter church late and quietly.
There was always something odd about Miss De Ice Creame. Well, quite a few things odd about her. For instance; her facial skin was slightly yellow. Her teeth were, also. Her eyes were never bloodshot; but never focused.
Some...
