Stick People

Stick woman stands in the pink room. In her stick face, a smile that is not stick at all. And pumping through her stick body, a heart, that is not stick at all.

Stick woman sits, waiting. In her stick body without veins, her bloody flows fast in excitement. What is she waiting for?

She is waiting for stick man.

Stick man enters the room. For a moment, there is a smile on his face that is not stick at all. And a heart pumping out of his stick body, that is not stick at all either.

Stick woman stands up and her not-stick heart pumps so fast it seems it's gonna jump out of her stick body. She walks towards stick man, with her smile and her heart.

But all of a sudden, the pink room starts to change. The pink walls start to bleed and soon the pink room is all red. Each step she takes towards stick man, the walls change the color, getting darker and darker.

She feels her heart hurting and she worries about stick man. And she tries to run to him. And as she runs, his smile starts to change into wood. It woodens and woodens and woodens. And so does his heart.

When she finally gets to him, the walls bleed black. And it's all dark. And stick man's smile is hard wood. And so is his heart.

Stick woman cries and takes her heart (that is still a heart) in her hands and gives it to stick man.

And stick man, with his wooden smile, takes her heart in his wooden hands and eats it.