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Two Considerate Uncles Laughing to the Beat
A Short Story
by Nissy
Nissy Cook was thinking about Dan Cook again. Dan was a cute coward with curvy lips and solid elbows.
Nissy walked over to the window and reflected on her quiet surroundings. She had always loved cold Oxford with its knowing, kaleidoscopic kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a cute figure of Dan Cook.
Nissy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an intuitive, spiteful, whiskey drinker with blonde lips and dirty elbows. Her friends saw her as a gentle, green gamer. Once, she had even helped a low disabled person cross the road.
But not even an intuitive person who had once helped a low disabled person cross the road, was prepared for what Dan had in store today.
The drizzle rained like bouncing rats, making Nissy barmy. Nissy grabbed a tiny blade that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Nissy stepped outside and Dan came closer, she could see the hungry smile on his face.
Dan gazed with the affection of 6384 courageous chubby cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."
Nissy looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the tiny blade. "Dan, I am your father," she replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two faffdorking, frail frogs eating at a very intelligent Valentine's meal, which had jazz music playing in the background and two considerate uncles laughing to the beat.
Nissy regarded Dan's curvy lips and solid elbows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nissy with a delighted grin.
Dan looked stable, his emotions blushing like a rough, rapid record.
Then Dan came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
For privacy reasons, your creation will be removed from the web at 3:20am BST and later deleted from our server, unless you choose to publish it.Nissy walked over to the window and reflected on her quiet surroundings. She had always loved cold Oxford with its knowing, kaleidoscopic kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a cute figure of Dan Cook.
Nissy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an intuitive, spiteful, whiskey drinker with blonde lips and dirty elbows. Her friends saw her as a gentle, green gamer. Once, she had even helped a low disabled person cross the road.
But not even an intuitive person who had once helped a low disabled person cross the road, was prepared for what Dan had in store today.
The drizzle rained like bouncing rats, making Nissy barmy. Nissy grabbed a tiny blade that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Nissy stepped outside and Dan came closer, she could see the hungry smile on his face.
Dan gazed with the affection of 6384 courageous chubby cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."
Nissy looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the tiny blade. "Dan, I am your father," she replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two faffdorking, frail frogs eating at a very intelligent Valentine's meal, which had jazz music playing in the background and two considerate uncles laughing to the beat.
Nissy regarded Dan's curvy lips and solid elbows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nissy with a delighted grin.
Dan looked stable, his emotions blushing like a rough, rapid record.
Then Dan came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
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