Little Creatures

Something tiny and pointless I wrote as an assigned exercise.

There was a pink one, a green one, a red one, and a purple one. They had skinny bodies and long limbs. Their eyes were beady and dark, but within those eyes held stretches and stretches of answers that nobody wanted. Their reptilian faces poked into a well that was filled with souls; the green one, who wanted so badly to be the leader, spoke up first.
“It’s filthy down there,” he hissed. “We shall not settle for it.”
The red one laughed at him. She said, “What does it matter where we store the bodies? Why should they be comfortable?”
The green one responded, firmly, “Won’t the souls possess the bodies? Then they’ll come crawling out!”
“It is impossible for that to happen,” the red one declared with the utmost confidence. “Corpses make for horrible vessels and they’d never be able to move.”
“Are their souls trapped in the well too?” the pink one, a child, asked timidly.
“No,” the purple one assured him. “We swallowed their souls whole. They’ll never exist again.”

Author's Note

This is just a small thing I scribbled down. Still, as always, feel free to comment but be respectful. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I’ll be posting more soon.