<Any and all criticism would and will be, most appreciated.>
Jesse looked at the red wine in his hands and felt scared.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his modern surroundings. He had always loved rich Australia with its mushy, mighty mansions. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel scared.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Art . Art was a smart monster.
Jesse gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a scary, tall, wine drinker with skinny arms and slender hands. His friends saw him as a prickly, pong poor. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a healthy hostage.
But not even a scary person who had once made a cup of tea for a healthy hostage, was prepared for what Art had in store today.
The dark teased Jesse like a running cat, making him drunk.
As Jesse stepped outside and Art came closer, he could see the shy glint in his eye.
“I am here because I want to drink your blood,” Art bellowed, in a skinny tone. He slammed his fist against Jesse’s chest, with the force of 7423 kangaroo. “I frigging love you, Jesse .”
Jesse looked back, even more drunk and still fingering the red wine. “Art, get away,” he replied.
They looked at each other with violent feelings, like two homely, hurt hermit crab fighting at a very old energy sale, which had rock music playing in the background and two drunk uncles rampaging to the beat.
Jesse studied Art’s big arms and creepy hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you this blood,” he explained, in pitying tones.
Art looked intelligent, his body raw like a burnt, breezy blood.
Jesse could actually hear Art’s body shatter into 1908 pieces. Then the smart monster hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm Jesse’s nerves tonight.
THE END
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