"My beautiful child. Come hither, and I shall sing you the song of my people." Karen said to her daughter, Eelskin.
"Mother no." Eelskin said. "What did you just say to me you lil egg roll." Karen replied.
Eelskin is offended. She will run away. Someday.
"Imma sing you dat song anyway." Karen said. "Mother pls." Eelskin cried.
Karen took a deep breath.
"FERGALICIOUS DEFINITION MAKE THEM BOYS GO LOCO. THEY WANT MY TREASURE SO THEY GET GET THEIR PLEASURES FROM MY PHOTO. YOU COULD SEE ME, YOU CAN'T SQUEEZE ME. I AIN'T EASY, I AIN'T SLEAZY. I GOT REASONS WHY I TEASE 'EM. BOYS JUST COME AND GO LIKE SEASONS." Karen finished quickly. She then turned away from the mortified Eelskin and returned to her knitting patterns.
"Mother why." Eelskin asked.
"That is the song that has been passed down from generation to generation." Karen said without looking up. Eelskin nodded slowly.
That's it. That's the entire story for today. I lost a good idea. This is all I can manage to create.
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Short Stories
Short StoryLiterally just short stories I write randomly. Very strange. Kind of stupid. Lots of fun come on down.
