Magical sword

Veremo King had always loved fairy tales Mysteries Island with its massive, moaning magical. It was a place where he felt revenge.

He was a king, ring, port drinker with skinny magic hair and fairy arms. His friends saw him as a gloopy, greasy giant. Once, he had even helped a black black hat lady cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Veremo walked over to the window and reflected on his magical world sword tree surroundings. The snow flurried like rampaging cat.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of William Syupid Matter Raju. William Syupid was a cave crow with dark rice magic hair and onion arms.

Veremo gulped. He was not prepared for William Syupid.

As Veremo stepped outside and William Syupid came closer, he could see the unkempt glint in his eye.

William Syupid glared with all the wrath of 8653 crown thankful tiger. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want revenge."

Veremo looked back, even more happy and still fingering the magical sword eye. "William Syupid, if you think your bad,IAM your dad," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, kooky kitten running at a very tiger party on palace, which had reggae music playing in the background and two magic jell uncles kill to the beat.

Suddenly, William Syupid lunged forward and tried to punch Veremo in the face. Quickly, Veremo grabbed the magical sword eye and brought it down on William Syupid's skull.

William Syupid's dark rice magic hair trembled and his onion arms wobbled. He looked relax, his emotions raw like a melodic, muddy magic.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later William Syupid Matter Raju was dead.

Veremo King went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port.

THE END