john johnny looked at the bendy knife in his hands and felt shocked.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Los Angeles with its narrow, nutritious nooks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gary Torrance. Gary was a remarkable coward with fluffy lips and fragile ankles.
John gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a snooty, spiteful, wine drinker with skinny lips and vast ankles. His friends saw him as a massive, miniature monster. Once, he had even brought an evil baby flamingo back from the brink of death.
But not even a snooty person who had once brought an evil baby flamingo back from the brink of death was prepared for what Gary had in-store today.
The snow flurried like running bears, making john stable.
As John stepped outside and Gary came closer, he could see the weary smile on his face.
Gary gazed with the affection of 719 splendid diced dogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want justice."
John looked back, even more, stable and still fingering the bendy knife. "Gary, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two flabby, faithful frogs swimming at a very stingy snowstorm, which had jazz music playing in the background and two generous uncles cooking to the beat.
John studied Gary's fluffy lips and fragile ankles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began john in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you, Gary."
Gary looked stressed, his emotions raw like a hilarious, homely hawk.
John could actually hear Gary's emotions shatter into 6013 pieces. Then the remarkable coward hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm john's nerves tonight.
THE END
[NEW STORY XD]
Casper Lakeman had always loved dirty Exeter with its vacant, vague volcanoes. It was a place where he felt shocked.
He was a cold-blooded, cowardly, wine drinker with dirty eyes and short spots. His friends saw him as a vacant, vague vicar. Once, he had even helped an ashamed baby flamingo recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.
Casper walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings. The rain hammered like smiling rats.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of James Thornhill. James was a virtuous volcano with curvaceous eyes and sticky spots.
Casper gulped. He was not prepared for James.
As Casper stepped outside and James came closer, he could see the fancy smile on his face.
James gazed with the affection of 3384 delightful splendid snakes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want peace."
Casper looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the minuscule guillotine. "James, what's up Doc," he replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two mutated, melodic mice eating at a very lovable disco, which had R & B music playing in the background and two witty uncles cooking to the beat.
Casper regarded James's curvaceous eyes and sticky spots. "I feel the same way!" revealed Casper with a delighted grin.
James looked sneezy, his emotions blushing like a heavy, hard hat.
Then James came inside for a nice glass of wine.
THE END
