The Letter - Very short lol by Fox0war, literature
Literature
The Letter - Very short lol
Moss had been tidying up when she heard a distinct thunk at the window near her, glancing over, she saw a Pao bird carrying a letter. She opened the window, letting the bird hop onto her hand as she removed the letter with the other, curious to see what she had even been sent, she didn't normally get mail by Pao after all. After getting the letter off she set the Pao on a desk and thanked it, then took a look at the letter. Ah, a message from Vladimir, asking her to come to the Carnival of Fools? How strange! Though, he did offer to pay for a babysitter, and a break just chilling with her friend would be quite nice.... she decided to write up a response. "Dear Vlad, that sounds like quite the lovely idea to me, but would you like me to come sooner or later? You must be clear with details like this! If you'd like me to come sooner, please allow me some time to dress up, it's only fair that I dress nice for an event. And please, tell me where you'll be at within the event? I don't want
(Please excuse poor writing! I am a novice! Word count: 418) Pho'bous was...... nervous to say the least, he doubted himself plenty. Was this really a good idea? He was only 92 after all! And what if this was a bad idea? Or worse, a trick! He tried to shake these negative thoughts out of his head, moving on to others. Oh yes he thought! He has to at least make himself presentable! So he grabbed one of his combs and started running it through his fluffy hair, and once that was finished he tried to conceal the dripping of his mask. Maybe moving his hair this way would help? Nonono that wouldn't work! Gah! He was annoyed by his strange affliction, it made him look bad, he thought, since that's what he had been told. It was ugly and messy. It was horrible. Oh my gods, were his patterns always that ugly?? Surely so, he thought. There was no way someone like him could ever feel good. That's why he was going out to seek guidance. After awhile of trying to make himself look nice he
(Please excuse any bad writing, I'm quite the novice! Total words: 464) Pho'Bous walked into the shop, a bag slung over one shoulder while he wore a thick jacket to hide himself from the cold. He looked around, it didn't seem to be too busy today, maybe it just wasn't a popular place? It... didn't matter though, popular or not it was the shop he entered, so he had to commit. He walked around for a fair while, seemed to sell a good variety of food, which was always good. But knowing what he was about to do caused him enough stress to make his mask drip more than usual. Good thing there was nobody to see. That and that there was nobody to see as he snuck a little pack of meat and a bottle of nectar into his bag. The guilt tugged at his core, but he needed these and didn't have enough money. They wouldn't mind.... right? Surely, it was only two out of many items! R-right? He forced those thoughts away best he could and closed up his bag, he knew that if he thought about it too much he