Okay this is a story/poem thing I wrote based on a little story I told one of my friends in band, on a really long bus ride... enjoy, this is the story of Edward the fairy (No Twilight references or anything) and his enchanted meadow. Another quick note, none of this is supposed to make sense, just saying.
-Bandie24x7
In a small Village just outside an enchanted meadow, lived a fairy named Edward. Edward was shunned from the rest of the Village, because they were people, and he was a fairy. This made Edward depressed, making the people afraid that he was going to commit suicide. One day Edward was walking alone, outside of town, when he stumbled across the Enchanted Meadow. Upon entering the meadow he saw a female Tulip. He walked up to it and struck up a conversation. After a short amount of time, The Tulip and He became best friends, and shortly after that He fell in love with the Tulip. The Tulip fell in love with his sparkle in the sun (again no Twilight References.)
One day Edward went back to the meadow and saw his Tulip with a male flower. Edward became saddened even more than he was before, the wind began to blow, sending the male flower on top of Edward's tulip. This sent Edward into a rage. He flew to the Village, upon arriving he went to the butcher.
"Mr. Butcher, I need a knife," He said.
"From what I know about you, never," The butcher replied pushing Edward out.
Edward flew to the florist
"I need some weed killer, so I can tend to my garden," He said handing the nice woman some money.
"Sure Edward, here you go," She replied handing him the poison, "If that doesn't work come on back now," She continued as Edward flew away.
Edward went back to the meadow to see the two flowers still near each other. He ran up to his Tulip and ripped it out of the ground. He spread the poison on the male flower, it quickly burned away. He flew to his little home, and put his Tulip in a pot, and gave it enough soil so it could survive, and watered it each day. As time went on, Edward remembered the joy of killing the male flower, and winning his Tulip back.
He sat in his house for a few days. Most of the day he would spend crying. He hated the Village, all but the florist. He said goodbye to his Tulip and flew to town. When he arrived he broke into the Butcher's shop, and stole a knife. He quickly went to the process of killing everyone in sight. When he got to the florist.
"Did the poison not work?" She asked as he walked up.
"It worked fine, it killed the plant just like I wanted, thank you." He relied extending his hand.
"It was supposed to kill you," She said as Edward, Enraged killed her...
Edward went home, saw his Tulip was withering, and broke the pot on the ground, grabbed his poison and drank every last drop, killing himself.
Moral of the story, is don't ever make fun of a fairy... you could and probably will... DIE! Thank you for reading. Again this was all a joke
