I was feeling lazy, so I tested out a random, online short-story generator. This is what came out, and I thought it was pretty funny. I should say that I'm not claiming to own this, and if it actually is anyone's writing, I'll certainly take it down. Anyway, enjoy!
Modest Carla MacDonald
- a short story
Ruth Jones was thinking about Carla MacDonald again. Carla was a modest academic with hairy eyelashes and handsome legs.
Ruth walked over to the window and reflected on her noisy surroundings. She had always loved rural Truro with its defiant, distinct ditches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel unstable.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a modest figure of Carla MacDonald.
Ruth gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a callous, generous, squash drinker with charming eyelashes and short legs. Her friends saw her as a vacant, violet volcano. Once, she had even helped a curly kitten recover from a flying accident.
But not even a callous person who had once helped a curly kitten recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Carla had in store today.
The moon shone like hopping ostriches, making Ruth ambivalent. Ruth grabbed a ripped knife that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Ruth stepped outside and Carla came closer, she could see the homeless smile on her face.
Carla gazed with the affection of 6214 cold-blooded flipping foxes. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a resolution."
Ruth looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the ripped knife. "Carla, hands up or I'll shoot," she replied.
They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two brief, bad bears swimming at a very energetic funeral, which had indie music playing in the background and two loving uncles gyrating to the beat.
Ruth regarded Carla's hairy eyelashes and handsome legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ruth with a delighted grin.
Carla looked ecstatic, her emotions blushing like a teeny, tight teapot.
Then Carla came inside for a nice beaker of squash.
THE END
(Also, I tag @virtuesintheverse to do this next!)
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