Alien had always wanted to start an alien invasion in Cambridge because of its courageous, bright Castles. It was a place where he felt stressed.
He was an admirable, violent, wine drinker with chubby ankles and moist lips. His friends saw him as a moldy, mangled monster. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a glorious puppy. That’s the sort of man he was.
Alien walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. The sun shone like shouting birds.
Then he saw something in the distance, or preferably someone. It was the figure of Felicity Wu. Felicity was a giving patient with robust ankles and feathery lips.
Alien gulped. He was not prepared for Felicity.
As Alien stepped outside and Felicity came closer, he could see the modern glint in her eye.
“I am here because I want equality,” Felicity bellowed, in a vile tone. She slammed her fist against Alien’s chest, with the force of 9222 maggots. “I frigging hate you, Alien .”
Alien looked back, even more, unstable and still fingering the giant torch. “Felicity, give us our land back,” he replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two old, obedient owls running at a very witty accident, which had reggae music playing in the background and two noble uncles talking to the beat.
Alien regarded Felicity’s stable ankles and feathery lips. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered gently.
“Hmph,” pondered Felicity.
“Please?” begged Alien with puppy dog eyes.
Felicity looked surprised, her body blushing like a boiled, brawny blade.
Then Felicity came inside for a nice glass of wine.
Thank you for reading Alien Invasion! Also, if you enjoyed that story, you might want to read A Turtle Playing Trumpet or Blind Giraffe Genie Searching for Cure. Besides, I’m trying a new format, and I got the idea of using a plot generator. Thus, a simple solution to aid me in writing while I focus on drawing. Also, what do you think?