A Story I Made

Industrial Dollyz Castle
A Short Story
by XANDER

jonny BROKE had always hated industrial Dollyz Castle with its uneven, uninterested umbrellas. It was a place where he felt puzzled.

He was a selfish, lovable, wine drinker with brunette thighs and chubby elbows. His friends saw him as a greasy, great god. Once, he had even revived a dying, old lady. That's the sort of man he was.

jonny walked over to the window and reflected on his sleepy surroundings. The clouds danced like skipping cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of rae GAYson. rae was a charming coward with short thighs and solid elbows.

jonny gulped. He was not prepared for rae.

As jonny stepped outside and rae came closer, he could see the creepy glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," rae bellowed, in a malicious tone. He slammed his fist against jonny's chest, with the force of 5999 humming birds. "I frigging hate you, jonny BROKE."

jonny looked back, even more stable and still fingering the spotty hat. "rae, i hate u," he replied.

They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two kind, knowing koalas swimming at a very clever Christening, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two uncles singing to the beat.

jonny regarded rae's short thighs and solid elbows. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered rae.

"Please?" begged jonny with puppy dog eyes.

rae looked barmy, his body blushing like a nosy, nasty newspaper.

Then rae came inside for a nice glass of wine.
THE END