"Funny" stories I made using a generator to make my friends laugh

Grey Iscolone

A Short Story
by Olix The Cat

Hunt Wolf looked at the minuscule teapot in her hands and felt lonely.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. She had always loved grey Iscolone with its clean, creepy cliffs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sky Cougar. Sky was a proud friend with hairy hands and grubby hands.
Hunt gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a creepy, predatory, beer drinker with curvaceous hands and beautiful hands. Her friends saw her as a giant, grisly giant. Once, she had even helped an outstanding baby cross the road.
But not even a creepy person who had once helped an outstanding baby cross the road, was prepared for what Sky had in store today.
The sun shone like singing snakes, making Hunt jumpy.
As Hunt stepped outside and Sky came closer, she could see the uneven smile on her face.
"Look Hunt," growled Sky, with a creepy glare that reminded Hunt of proud guppies. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want peace. You owe me 3782 euros."
Hunt looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the minuscule teapot. "Sky, I ate your puppy," she replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two barbecued, blue blue bottles chatting at a very arrogant Halloween party, which had classical music playing in the background and two brave uncles sleeping to the beat.
Hunt regarded Sky's hairy hands and grubby hands. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.
Sky glared. "Do you want me to shove that minuscule teapot where the sun don't shine?"
Hunt promptly remembered her creepy and predatory values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Sky looked ambivalent, her wallet blushing like a poised, prickly piano.
Then Sky came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END