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The last edge

by Arham Akhtar


Scary Sherlog forest
A Short Story
by Roboto Condenced
luke looked at the sharp record in his hands and felt happy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his adventurous surroundings. He had always hated scary sherlog forest with its thoughtless, tight trees. 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 billy . billy was a tempered friend with fluffy ankles and pointy abs.
luke gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a kind, loving, cocoa drinker with dirty ankles and scrawny abs. His friends saw him as a homely, handsome hero. Once, he had even helped a watery injured bird recover from a flying accident.
But not even a kind person who had once helped a watery injured bird recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what billy had in store today.
The sun shone like thinking donkeys, making luke angry.
As luke stepped outside and billy came closer, he could see the beautiful glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want hug," billy bellowed, in a caring tone. He slammed his fist against luke's chest, with the force of 8294 lizards. "I frigging love you, luke ."
luke looked back, even more angry and still fingering the sharp record. "billy, i am your best friend," he replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two melted, manky mice
laughing at a very selfish dinner party, which had indie music playing in the background and two brutal uncles chatting to the beat.
luke regarded billy's fluffy ankles and pointy abs. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered billy.
"Please?" begged luke with puppy dog eyes.
billy looked grumpy, his body blushing like a brief, bad banana.
Then billy came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

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