The two armies stood facing each other, they each knew men were going to die that day. The two generals met in between the armies, looking for a truce. They would get no where. The men armed with Oreo armor and ice cream spears and blades look across the battle field as the two generals retreated to their armies, sounding horns. Everyone was ready for battle, and the two armies clashed. Ice cream met Oreos as spears drove through the cookie armor. Blades of vanilla took heads and limbs indiscriminately. A great chocolate sword rose into the air as the enemy general suffered a fatal wound. "I have defeated your leader!" Our general shouted, "Surrender now or suffer death!" Dozens of blades and shields hit the ground as the enemy army surrendered. It was almost a clean affair. If not for her.
She rose and attacked me without warning. I just barely deflected her confection in time. Her ice cream swordsmanship was flawless, and she was quick as a fox. We danced for hours as our blades met in a perfectly timed flurry of strikes. She was one faster, though, and I was left clutching my hand as my blade spun far away from me. Strawberry fluid dripped out of my hand. Everyone stopped and watched. "Any last words?" She spoke in a voice as smooth as the cream that made her weapon, now held to my throat. "You're beautiful," I hear myself say as I lick her sword, tasting its cold sweetness. She began to blush as she lowered her blade. "You think so?" She asked as she bit her lip like a schoolgirl. I took her into my arms and whispered in her ear. "I know so."
Those were the days, I thought, while sharpening some spears. Falling in love upon the field of battle. I was caught in this moment as she walked in, still beautiful as ever. "Thinking about back then?" She asked. "Of course." I replied. "Perfect timing," she said as she casually pulled a package from behind her back, "I got you a present." "You shouldn't have!" I exclaimed, both excited and happy, "I don't have anything for you." She handed me the package and I opened it, revealing an old dusty set of swords. "Our swords? I thought we lost these years ago!" "I found them in our basement behind your pool table, the one with the chocolate chip cookie ques?" "Oh, you're so amazing." "I know I am," She teases as we meet in an embrace.
She rose and attacked me without warning. I just barely deflected her confection in time. Her ice cream swordsmanship was flawless, and she was quick as a fox. We danced for hours as our blades met in a perfectly timed flurry of strikes. She was one faster, though, and I was left clutching my hand as my blade spun far away from me. Strawberry fluid dripped out of my hand. Everyone stopped and watched. "Any last words?" She spoke in a voice as smooth as the cream that made her weapon, now held to my throat. "You're beautiful," I hear myself say as I lick her sword, tasting its cold sweetness. She began to blush as she lowered her blade. "You think so?" She asked as she bit her lip like a schoolgirl. I took her into my arms and whispered in her ear. "I know so."
Those were the days, I thought, while sharpening some spears. Falling in love upon the field of battle. I was caught in this moment as she walked in, still beautiful as ever. "Thinking about back then?" She asked. "Of course." I replied. "Perfect timing," she said as she casually pulled a package from behind her back, "I got you a present." "You shouldn't have!" I exclaimed, both excited and happy, "I don't have anything for you." She handed me the package and I opened it, revealing an old dusty set of swords. "Our swords? I thought we lost these years ago!" "I found them in our basement behind your pool table, the one with the chocolate chip cookie ques?" "Oh, you're so amazing." "I know I am," She teases as we meet in an embrace.
