Virginia Humble looked at the tiny knife and felt shocked.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her wild surroundings. She always hated grey falmouth with its loopy light lakes. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel shocked.
Then she saw someone in the distance. It was Fred giantbulb. Fred was a wild monster with feathery eyebrows and greasy legs.
Virginia gulped. She glanced at her own toes. She was a sweet, cold-blooded, brandy drink with slimy eyebrows and hairy legs. Her friends saw her a gorgeous giant god. She even helped a purring old woman cross the road.
The sleet rained like shouting bears. Making virgina sleepy.
As Virginia stepped outside Fred came closer, she could see the slimy glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want a pencil." he shouted at her in a patient tone. He slammed his fists into Virginia's chest, with a force of 88867 rabbits.
"I frigging love you Virginia Humble."
Virginia looked back even more sleepy, still fingering the knife.
"Fred I am your father." She replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings, like 2 eggy, expensive, elephants skipping at a very creepy holiday, which had flute music playing In the background.
Virginia regarded Fred's feathery eyebrows and greasy legs. She held out her hand.
"Let's not fight." She whispered, gently.
"Hmm." Pondered Fred.
"Please." Begged Virginia with sad crossed eyes.
Fred looked cross, his body blushing like a purring, tiny piano.
Then Fred came inside for a glass of brandy.
The end.
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Dragonborn & Witcher
Fantasyguys and gals, please don't come for me. this is a funny, most stupid story you ever came across, but hopefully it makes you giggle coz that's what I'm here for. :)
