Funny Random Short Stories. E-Book

James Heydon

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

A book of randomly generated short stories that I created and found funny enough to share with everyone else. Enjoy reading them and having a good laugh at the absolute randomness within.

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James Heydon

Funny Random Short Stories.

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Magical Truro

Magical Truro

Ocean Noris had always loved magical Truro with its weak, wild waters. It was a place where she felt barmy.

She was a patient, loving, Hot Chocolate drinker with vast lips and skinny toes. Her friends saw her as a cooing, cloudy carer. Once, she had even helped a little baby flamingo cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

Ocean walked over to the window and reflected on her sunny surroundings. The snow flurried like laughing goldfish.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sarah Sparkle. Sarah was a helpful friend with curvaceous lips and tall toes.

Ocean gulped. She was not prepared for Sarah.

As Ocean stepped outside and Sarah came closer, she could see the unpleasant glint in her eye.

Sarah gazed with the affection of 4715 stable thoughtful toads. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a pencil."

Ocean looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the solid hat. "Sarah, I shrunk the kids," she replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two kindhearted, kindly kittens hopping at a very stingy wedding, which had piano music playing in the background and two admirable uncles smiling to the beat.

Ocean regarded Sarah's curvaceous lips and tall toes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ocean with a delighted grin.

Sarah looked active, her emotions blushing like a bewildered, breezy banana.

Then Sarah came inside for a nice mug of Hot Chocolate.

THE END

Two Tactless Uncles Rampaging to the Beat

 Two Tactless Uncles Rampaging to the Beat

Fairydust Blast looked at the damp rock in his hands and felt jumpy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his grey surroundings. He had always loved deprived Sidney with its adventurous, afraid arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tristan Pitt. Tristan was a selfish doctor with wide fingernails and ginger eyelashes.

Fairydust gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intelligent, optimistic, cocoa drinker with beautiful fingernails and curvaceous eyelashes. His friends saw him as a hissing, happy hero. Once, he had even revived a dying, baby bird.

But not even an intelligent person who had once revived a dying, baby bird, was prepared for what Tristan had in-store today.

The sleet rained like bouncing gerbils, making Fairydust sparkly.

As Fairydust stepped outside and Tristan came closer, he could see the grotesque smile on her face.

Tristan gazed with the affection of 5941 brutal outrageous ostriches. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want affection."

Fairydust looked back, even more, sparkly and still fingering the damp rock. "Tristan, beam me up Scotty," he replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two red, ratty rabbits loving at a very snotty snowstorm, which had flute music playing in the background and two tactless uncles rampaging to the beat.