Okay, I found this story somewhere between all my documents, nor thought, why I just put it here. The story simply does not hold, and that is the intention. I've ever had to make this short story for English class. I was at that time mealy and this came out. There will probably be spelling errors in it but oh well so be it right? Enjoy!
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Okee , ik vond dit verhaal ergens tussen al mijn documenten en dacht waarom ook niet , ik zet het er gewoon op. Het verhaal slaat werkelijk nergens op en dat is ook de bedoeling. Ik heb deze short story ooit voor engelse les moeten maken. Ik was op dat moment melig en dit kwam eruit. Er zullen vast wel spelfouten in zitten maar ach dat moet kunnen toch? Enjoy!
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Mavis Walker looked at the giant blade in his hands and felt sleepy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his green surroundings. He had always hated large Sleepford with its teeny-tiny, thundering trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Morwenna Gloop. Morwenna was a courageous queen with beautiful eyes and fluffy hair.
Mavis gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sweet, intuitive, tea drinker with green eyes and black hair. His friends saw him as a fancy, forgotten friend. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a concerned wolf.
But not even a sweet person who had once jumped into a river and saved a concerned wolf, was prepared for what Morwenna had in store today.
The rain hammered like thinking owl, making Mavis lonely.
As Mavis stepped outside and Morwenna came closer, he could see the dizzy glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Morwenna bellowed, in a selfish tone. She slammed her fist against Mavis's chest, with the force of 318 jaguar. "I frigging hate you, Mavis Walker."
Mavis looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the giant blade.
"Morwenna, you are so fake," he replied.
They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two wild, wasteful wolf running at a very intelligent party, which had rock music playing in the background and two violent uncles hopping to the beat.
Mavis regarded Morwenna's beautiful eyes and fluffy hair. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Morwenna.
"Please?" begged Mavis with puppy dog eyes.
Morwenna looked angry, her body blushing like a breezy, barbecued banana.
Then Morwenna came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END
Told ya it is a really weird story xD
Hope u liked it anyway. V&C are always welcome :D
Xx
