A Beautiful Star Wars Fanfiction Piece By Me

For a while I've had a txt file saved with this little piece of original Star Wars fiction, and I have decided to finally release it into the world. Hopefully I will be allowed to write an incredible officially licensed Star Wars novel soon, based on this very good work that I have done. Anyway, please enjoy my tale. You will probably cry.

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Chewbacca had always been a powerful force of nature. Admired and respected amongst his peers, he was also very alluring - although generally those around him didn't mention this out of politeness. Nevertheless it was well understood, but the world of Chewbacca and those around him was about to get a bit of a shock.

Princess Leia was sipping on a strawberry milkshake. It was what she usually did on a Thursday afternoon. No matter what was going on, that was her designated milkshake time, and no one could get in her way when she had milkshake on her mind. She was thinking about her son, Ben, and wondering wistfully if he missed the milkshakes they used to have together, before everything went bad. Of course, he wouldn't be caught dead indulging in a delicious strawberry milkshake these days. He was too busy being evil, and as everyone knew, the proper drink of evil was Dr Pepper. Leia wondered if perhaps she could win her son back from the dark side with a really excellent, Jedi-approved strawberry milkshake, but it was just wishful thinking.

Kylo Ren was out chopping wood by the frozen lake. That was his favourite hobby because it helped him get extremely super mad ripped, but also because it was a great outlet for all his angry feelings. He knew that SOME people he was related to had a preference for taking their feelings out on children, via doing a bit of murder on them, but Kylo Ren preferred to brood alone. Whilst wielding a big axe in his muscly arms of rage, of course.

Chewbacca had similar hobbies, but his usually also involved screaming at whatever the object of his attention was. It gave him extra strength, or at least he thought so. On this particular day, Chewbacca had donned some small denim shorts. He was considering starting a fashion blog. There wasn't much representation in the blogging world for wookies, and he had been really getting into denim and studded belts lately.

Rey, a girl who liked scowling and wearing grey, was out scavenging somewhere and just thinking about what it would be like if her parents turned out to be porgs. She knew she had some uncannily porg-like qualities, such as frowning in a very adorable fashion, and a tendency to flap in perplexment. Yes, she thought, I bet my parents were porgs.

[TO BE CONTINUED]