A Short Story

by Little_Sylvia

Carlos Sirius looked at the cursed map in his hands and felt concerned.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always hated quiet Norway with its chubby, concerned cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel concerned.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sylvia Aariel. Sylvia was a sympathetic queen with fluffy thighs and pretty lips.

Carlos gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a loving, generous, cocoa drinker with brown thighs and beautiful lips. His friends saw him as a grieving, gifted god. Once, he had even helped a tricky chicken recover from a flying accident.

But not even a loving person who had once helped a tricky chicken recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Sylvia had in store today.

The rain hammered like shouting rats, making Carlos unstable.

As Carlos stepped outside and Sylvia came closer, he could see the heavy glint in his eye.

Sylvia glared with all the wrath of 227 daring low lizards. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want affection."

Carlos looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the cursed map. "Sylvia, I'm in love with you," he replied.

They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two odd, obnoxious owls sleeping at a very admirable accident, which had piano music playing in the background and two clever uncles smiling to the beat.

Carlos studied Sylvia's fluffy thighs and pretty lips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Carlos in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Sylvia."

Sylvia looked afraid, his emotions raw like a hilarious, high hawk.

Carlos could actually hear Sylvia's emotions shatter into 5224 pieces. Then the sympathetic queen hurried away into the distance.

Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Carlos's nerves tonight.

THE END

I think I just got 2 new ocs....