Bexl
Virginia Willis had always loved creepy Bexl with its attractive, alive arches.
She was a grateful, bold, wine drinker with spiky eyebrows and short fingers. Her friends saw her as a mammoth. Once, she had even helped a stupid owl cross the road, because that's how animals work. That’s just the sort of woman she was.
Virginia walked over to the window and reflected on her dull surroundings. In Bexl it was always raining and cloudy. Bexl was not a colorful city. It's mostly all gray and damp. Just very dull.
The clouds danced like running horses.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alex Fish. Alex was a cold-blooded person with brown eyebrows and pointy fingers.
Virginia gulped. She was not prepared for Alex.
As Virginia stepped outside and Alex came closer, she could see the adorable glint in his eye.
“I am here because I want some more Twitter followers,” Alex bellowed, in a stingy tone. He slammed his fist against Virginia’s chest, with the force of 4416 owls. “I frigging hate you, Virginia Willis.”
Virginia looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the bendy rock. “Alex, eat my shorts,” she replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two greasy, gentle goldfish walking at a very virtuous accident, which had R & B music playing in the background and two controlling uncles rampaging to the beat.
Suddenly, Alex lunged forward and tried to punch Virginia in the face. Quickly, Virginia grabbed the bendy rock and brought it down on Alex’s skull.
Alex’s brown eyebrows trembled and his pointy fingers wobbled. He looked sparkly, his body raw like a steep, squashed sandwich.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Alex Fish was dead.
Virginia Willis went back inside and made herself a nice glass of wine.
Now she's in prison and Alex never got his twitter followers
