Damp Sludgeside

Damp Sludgeside
A Short Story
by John Doe
Maud Blast looked at the weathered blade in her hands and felt stressed.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her creepy surroundings. She had always loved damp Sludgeside with its elated, empty estuaries. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stressed.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Christian McCallister. Christian was a clever god with fluffy legs and spiky moles.