Quotes, short stories, and poems

Two cowardly uncles talking to the beat

Jerry Cross looked at the cursed newspaper in his hands and felt calm.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved beautiful New York with its long, large lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel calm.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Leo Wade. Leo was a patient coward with tall arms and buff eyes.

Jerry gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, rude, soda drinker with blonde arms and handsome eyes. His friends saw him as a tight, thoughtful teacher. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for an uncooked kitten.

But not even a brave person who had once made a cup of tea for an uncooked kitten, was prepared for what Leo had in store today.

The clouds danced like shouting bear, making Jerry happy.

As Jerry stepped outside and Leo came closer, he could see the grim glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," Leo bellowed, in a wild tone. He slammed his fist against Jerry's chest, with the force of 2641 snake. "I frigging love you, Jerry Cross."

Jerry looked back, even more happy and still fingering the cursed newspaper. "Leo, get out of my house," he replied.

They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two wicked, weak wolf running at a very charming accident, which had pop music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles talking to the beat.

Suddenly, Leo lunged forward and tried to punch Jerry in the face. Quickly, Jerry grabbed the cursed newspaper and brought it down on Leo's skull.

Leo's tall arms trembled and his buff eyes wobbled. He looked angry, his body raw like a gloopy, gentle gun.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Leo Wade was dead.

Jerry Cross went back inside and made himself a nice drink of soda.

THE END