A short story a website made for me:
Quiet Moscow
A Short Story
by Droplet
Nadine Clifford looked at the tattered torch in her hands and felt sad.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always hated quiet Moscow with its inquisitive, important igloos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Georgina Vader. Georgina was an optimistic saint with ginger thighs and scrawny feet.
Nadine gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a deranged, cowardly, vodka drinker with handsome thighs and brunette feet. Her friends saw her as a grisly, grated gamer. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a yellowish toddler.
But not even a deranged person who had once made a cup of tea for a yellowish toddler, was prepared for what Georgina had in store today.
The rain hammered like bouncing donkeys, making Nadine unstable.
As Nadine stepped outside and Georgina came closer, she could see the shredded smile on her face.
Georgina gazed with the affection of 5455 gracious kooky koalas. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want affection."
Nadine looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the tattered torch. "Georgina, I'm in love with you," she replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two grubby, graceful guppies gyrating at a very cute engagement party, which had indie music playing in the background and two bold uncles thinking to the beat.
Nadine regarded Georgina's ginger thighs and scrawny feet. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nadine with a delighted grin.
Georgina looked active, her emotions blushing like a burnt, bitter blade.
Then Georgina came inside for a nice shot of vodka.
THE END