Magic at Oracle
Magical Oracle
Magical Oracle
A Short Story
by Nicole S.
Google Bing looked at the magic sandwich in his hands and felt sleepy.
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He walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always loved magical Oracle with its thirsty, tender tunnels. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Aol Yahoo. Aol was a considerate rover with handsome fingernails and beautiful warts.
Google gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a generous, scheming, whiskey drinker with feathery fingernails and sloppy warts. His friends saw him as a rotten, racid rover. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a broad chicken.
But not even a generous person who had once jumped into a river and saved a broad chicken, was prepared for what Aol had in store today.
The sleet rained like running monkeys, making Google unstable.
As Google stepped outside and Aol came closer, he could see the knobbly smile on his face.
Aol gazed with the affection of 6308 charming gentle gerbils. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want justice."
Google looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the magic sandwich. "Aol, gOOGLE BING YAHOO BING," he replied.
They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two hushed, high humming birds dancing at a very virtuous gathers, which had reggae music playing in the background and two popular uncles jumping to the beat.
Google regarded Aol's handsome fingernails and beautiful warts. "I feel the same way!" revealed Google with a delighted grin.
Aol looked worried, his emotions blushing like a spotless, sturdy sandwich.
Then Aol came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
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