A random story generated from a generator to download some files: Two Stupid Uncles Talking to the BeatA Short Storyby AnonymousLaura Smith had always loved urban Dallas with its mammoth, muddy mountains. It was a place where she felt calm.She was a controlling, arrogant, port drinker with pointy legs and wide spots. Her friends saw her as a giant, grim god. Once, she had even helped a flat baby cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.Laura walked over to the window and reflected on her idyllic surroundings. The hail pounded like running maggots.Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jenna Connor. Jenna was a cute doctor with scrawny legs and blonde spots.Laura gulped. She was not prepared for Jenna.As Laura stepped outside and Jenna came closer, she could see the low glint in her eye."I am here because I want a wifi code," Jenna bellowed, in an energetic tone. She slammed her fist against Laura's chest, with the force of 8648 puppies. "I frigging love you, Laura Smith."Laura looked back, even more happy and still fingering the peculiar piano. "Jenna, what a spiffing dress," she replied.They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two relieved, red rabbits rampaging at a very helpful rave, which had reggae music playing in the background and two stupid uncles talking to the beat.Laura studied Jenna's scrawny legs and blonde spots. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a wifi code," she explained, in pitying tones.Jenna looked active, her body raw like a grated, grim guillotine.Laura could actually hear Jenna's body shatter into 3215 pieces. Then the cute doctor hurried away into the distance.Not even a glass of port would calm Laura's nerves tonight.THE END Giving David TrescothikA Short Storyby John DoeMatthew Butterscotch had always loved rural San Francisco with its fine, fierce fields. It was a place where he felt puzzled.He was a malicious, grateful, port drinker with grubby warts and wide toenails. His friends saw him as a clever, clean coward. Once, he had even brought a vague baby back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.Matthew walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. The hail pounded like dancing kittens.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of David Trescothik. David was a giving volcano with blonde warts and fat toenails.Matthew gulped. He was not prepared for David.As Matthew stepped outside and David came closer, he could see the mutated glint in his eye."Look Matthew," growled David, with a daring glare that reminded Matthew of giving kittens. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want equality. You owe me 6448 dollars."Matthew looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the silver ruler. "David, beam me up Scotty," he replied.They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two kindly, kaleidoscopic kittens jumping at a very understanding bar mitzvah, which had piano music playing in the background and two adorable uncles shouting to the beat.Matthew studied David's blonde warts and fat toenails. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Matthew. "You will never get your money.""No!" objected David. "You lie!""I do not!" retorted Matthew. "Now get your blonde warts out of here before I hit you with this silver ruler."David looked fuzzy, his wallet raw like a mutated, melodic map.Matthew could actually hear David's wallet shatter into 6448 pieces. Then the giving volcano hurried away into the distance.Not even a glass of port would calm Matthew's nerves tonight.THE END