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The cold Rope

So umm heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy guys so today I went on this web site called story generator and i wanted to see what or how the story will come out. I wanted an abusive relationship story ( oof whats wrong with me :l ). 

https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/story/ ( link to the web site )

I DID NOT WRITE THIS

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Joey Graceffa was thinking about Daniel Preda again. Daniel was a mean monster with tired arms and small chest.

Joey walked over to the window and reflected on her white walls surroundings. He had always loved cold house with its helpless, high houses. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a mean figure of Daniel Preda.

Joey gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an abusive, angry, tea drinker with skinny arms and ginger chest. Her friends saw her as a wandering, wonderful weak. Once, she had even rescued a jittery girl from a burning building.

But not even an abusive person who had once rescued a jittery girl from a burning building, was prepared for what Daniel had in store today.

The rain hammered like fighting dogs, making Joey angry. Joey grabbed a cold rope that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Joey stepped outside and Daniel came closer, he could see the swift glint in his eye.

Daniel gazed with the affection of 6773 dominant delicious dogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want hug."

Joey looked back, even more angry and still fingering the cold rope. "Daniel, i love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two delicious, dead dogs rampaging at a very handsome birthday, which had heavy metal music playing in the background and two nice uncles verbal to the beat.

Suddenly, Daniel lunged forward and tried to punch Joey in the face. Quickly, Joey grabbed the cold rope and brought it down on Daniel's skull.

Daniel's tired arms trembled and his small chest wobbled. He looked sad, his emotions raw like a bad, boiled belt.

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

Joey Graceffa went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.

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This was fucking funny.