Dumb Enoja Williams

A Short Story
by Kai Fai

Enoja Williams looked at the enchanted blade in his hands and felt irritable.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always hated red Shadow Realm with its careful, cloudy cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel irritable.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mark Thornhill. Mark was a stoopid demon with gay heads and tall shoulders.

Enoja gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a dumb, stupid, beer drinker with dumb heads and dumbo shoulders. His friends saw him as a disturbed, delightful demon. Once, he had even brought a loose kitten back from the brink of death.

But not even a dumb person who had once brought a loose kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Mark had in store today.

The hail pounded like bouncing wolves, making Enoja stressed.

As Enoja stepped outside and Mark came closer, he could see the nutritious glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a fight," Mark bellowed, in a smallbrain tone. He slammed his fist against Enoja's chest, with the force of 2564 harpies. "I frigging hate you, Enoja Williams."

Enoja looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the enchanted blade. "Mark, I ate your puppy," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two depressed, dangerous dragons laughing at a very ultradumb accident, which had jazz music playing in the background and two dumbo uncles hopping to the beat.

Suddenly, Mark lunged forward and tried to punch Enoja in the face. Quickly, Enoja grabbed the enchanted blade and brought it down on Mark's skull.

Mark's gay heads trembled and his tall shoulders wobbled. He looked lonely, his body raw like a gloopy, grated gun.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Mark Thornhill was dead.

Enoja Williams went back inside and made himself a nice drink of beer.

THE END