She was so pained. So much pain. So much sad. She cried and cried, like a little baby bird, toppled from its nest and nestled in the cold, cruel arms of the empty Earth, and I knew that I had to fix her.
My sweet, special one. I liked everyone else just fine, but she was my special one. My love, for always. My darling little sister.
My little sister was just so sad, that I had to find a way to make her smile again.
Oh, she has such a beautiful smile. It is like all the sparkling stars in the sky, and I missed it so.
Oh, if you could only see it now, you’d understand why I would do anything to see her sensational, oh so special smile.
Oh, I really had no choice, and though I know the people would not approve, I could not think of anything that would please her better than a brand new game!
We had all been in hiding for a little while, after a few unfortunate circumstances. It turns out that we are living in a world full of sore losers, which is very, very saddening news.
They came with their police officers, and their guns and so on. It was quite mean spirited, if I am to be honest, and it scared poor Frowns so much that he wept for days!
Our little Miss Kiss could leave our home, of course, because she is our prettiest princess, and the most human looking of us these days, so she would find new friends, make great fun and make great dinner when she brought her little friend home.
She always picked the most delicious dates. So yummy, juicy and just delicious, but sadly, her last date was a very difficult bastard. He went down the hatch quite well, after a while, but he was so determined to put up a fight first, and it made my little sister so listless.
She began to wonder if she really is so pretty, and no matter how much I told her that any man should be honoured to be kissed and consumed by her lovely lips, she remained resigned and regretful.
Something had to be done. Her smile was our sunshine, and our guiding light, and without it, Frowns and I were lost.
My brother and I bounded to the hospital, howling to the watching moon as we ran. We would hide no longer, for these streets belonged to winners, and we were always the winners of whatever game that we decided to play.
There was no time for tears. Mr Frowns even found a smile, for a few seconds, and my goodness, it was a sight to behold!
We snatched up the sick ones, one over each shoulder and sped back home, biting and barraging through every silly sausage that tried to stop us.
“Oh, it’s a crime!” They cried, or something to that effect, but it really didn’t matter. Our sister needed cheering up, and it would come at any cost. It really didn’t matter, because the new friends we were making were sure to die, anyway.
We were to play a game. We would make them last a long time, and whoever lived the longest would get to see us destroy and dine upon the others.
What a prize! What an honour! To see us demolish our starters and mains, before becoming a plump little pudding. How lucky for our lucky little winner!
We were having our first dinner party, with fun party games.
It was time for something fresh! A flesh rampage, and a battle for the ages. Oh, our new friends were weak as kittens, whining and wishing for assistance, but you’d be so surprised how much the body will bite back to keep itself alive.
Not always so aggressive of course, it’s more spite and determination, you know? Holding on to hope, no matter what you throw at it… be that axes or acid.
Oh the bones below their skin will bubble and bellow, and they lie, broken on the floor, with nothing left in their eyes, but… their lungs! It’s all in the lungs, such determined, dreadful little things that humans have, always in and out, in and out, insistent and persistent, like you wouldn’t believe.
I crushed some heads, and broke some bones, but still, they breathed, on and on. I didn’t mind, of course, putting on a special show for my sister, watching her tears dry as my brother tore flesh from its proper place and popped it in his mouth with a shrug.
We bowled with their heads, bobbed for apples in their insides and played their little legs like drumsticks.
Oh, such fun!
We ate so well, dining with flair, and as she tore into their troubled, trembling bodies, she was as pretty as a picture.
There had never been such a tasty scene, so divine and so beguiling. My sweet, special one had begun to smile again, and at last, all was right with the world.
Who won? Well, us of course! Smiles, Frowns and Kiss, smiling again, with full tummies and happy hearts.
There is no time for tears, and no more time for hiding. I’ve already thought up a fantastically fun game for tomorrow.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 