A SHORT STORY BY AI
Alvin The Chipmunk was thinking about Levi Ackerman again. Levi was a tight-fisted patient with pointy fingers and charming eyes.
Alvin walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. He had always loved cosy Exeter with its helpful, hilarious hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a tight-fisted figure of Levi Ackerman.
Alvin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a thoughtless, hilarious, port drinker with hairy fingers and chubby eyes. His friends saw him as a kooky, keen knight. Once, he had even helped an ancient old man recover from a flying accident.
But not even a thoughtless person who had once helped an ancient old man recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Levi had in store today.
The hail pounded like loving owls, making Alvin angry. Alvin grabbed a cursed blade that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Alvin stepped outside and Levi came closer, he could see the loud glint in his eye.
Levi gazed with the affection of 245 snooty kooky kittens. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."
Alvin looked back, even more angry and still fingering the cursed blade. "Levi, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two relieved, rich rats laughing at a very considerate accident, which had indie music playing in the background and two wild uncles talking to the beat.
Suddenly, Levi lunged forward and tried to punch Alvin in the face. Quickly, Alvin grabbed the cursed blade and brought it down on Levi's skull.
Levi's pointy fingers trembled and his charming eyes wobbled. He looked sad, his emotions raw like a homely, huge hawk.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Levi Ackerman was dead.
Alvin The Chipmunk went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port.
SHOULD I MAKE ANOTHER
