Prinxiety Oneshots

weird short story thing

(I used a random short story generator, where you just fill in things and it generated it, and this was the result. I'm thinking of rewriting it, so it actually makes sense. I thought it was funny and decided to put it on here.) 

Virgil Storm had always loved beautiful Florida with its troubled, thoughtless tree house. It was a place where he felt romance.

He was a daring, courageous, whiskey drinker with skinny lips and pretty thighs. His friends saw him as a wasteful, warm worrier. Once, he had even helped a mysterious toddler recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.

Virgil walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. The wind blew like loving mice.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Roman Prince. Roman was a proud hero with short lips and scrawny thighs.

Virgil gulped. He was not prepared for Roman.

As Virgil stepped outside and Roman came closer, he could see the massive glint in his eye.

Roman gazed with the affection of 2009 cowardly gentle goldfish. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want equality."

Virgil looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the magic blade. "Roman, get out of my house," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, klutzy Kittens smiling at a very lovable holiday, which had pop music playing in the background and two nervous uncles chatting to the beat.

Virgil regarded Roman's short lips and scrawny thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Virgil with a delighted grin.

Roman looked confident, his emotions blushing like a beautiful, better bed.

Then Roman came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END

(285 words. I hope this was at least a good laugh and not just a waste of time.)