Weird Short Stories

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A/n I used the same format for the first one but like this one so much better.

Jaxs Jones was thinking about Trash King again. Trash was an annoying coward with charming thighs and spiky arms. Jaxs walked over to the window and reflected on his loud surroundings. He had always loved big Japan with its striped, spluttering schools. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel grumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an annoying figure of Trash King.

Jaxs gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a loud, hard working, milk drinker with tall thighs and chubby arms. His friends saw him as a vacant, vague Viner. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a thankful tobio-san.

But not even a loud person who had once jumped into a river and saved a thankful tobio-san, was prepared for what Trash had in store today. The sun shone like running cats, making Jaxs angry. Jaxs grabbed a damp Vollyball that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Jaxs stepped outside and Trash came closer, he could see the wicked glint in his eye. Trash gazed with the affection of 7404 caring shy snakes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love." Jaxs looked back, even more angry and still fingering the damp Vollyball. "Trash, leave," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two cheerful, colossal crows rampaging at a very ignorant Vollyball Match, which had jazz music playing in the background and two stupid uncles punching to the beat. Jaxs regarded Trash's charming thighs and spiky arms. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jaxs with a delighted grin.

Trash looked confident, his emotions blushing like a kooky, kaleidoscopic knife.

Then Trash came inside for a nice drink of milk.

THE END 

Oh boy!?!

I am actually very sorry to my friend who is based in this, but I regret nothing. You're probably going to hate me tomorrow at school but, again I'm sorry, it was still worth it.