Alive BeanieLand
A Short Story
by poelon lol
Erin looked at the crumpled Sword in his hands and felt Happy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his Pretty surroundings. He had always loved Alive BeanieLand with its tender, tall Towns. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Pinchers . Pinchers was a wild monster with handsome fingers and short ankles.
Erin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Brave, Wussy, fanta drinker with Big fingers and ginger ankles. His friends saw him as a bad, barbecued Brave. Once, he had even revived a dying, Glory.
But not even a Brave person who had once revived a dying, Glory, was prepared for what Pinchers had in store today.
The sun shone like rampaging humming birds, making Erin Calm.
As Erin stepped outside and Pinchers came closer, he could see the snotacular glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want Revenge," Pinchers bellowed, in a daring tone. He slammed his fist against Erin's chest, with the force of 7252 aardvarks. "I frigging hate you, Erin ."
Erin looked back, even more Calm and still fingering the crumpled Sword. "Pinchers, you don't have to do this," he replied.
They looked at each other with Upset feelings, like two successful, stinky snakes running at a very vile Fight, which had rock music playing in the background and two smart uncles slashing to the beat.
Erin regarded Pinchers's handsome fingers and short ankles. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Pinchers.
"Please?" begged Erin with puppy dog eyes.
Pinchers looked Mad, his body blushing like a sad, soft Staff.
Then Pinchers came inside for a nice drink of fanta.
THE END
