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I went onto this website too find a plot generator thing and this is the story xD
The Snow that Flurried like Partying Wolf
A Short Story
by Haru
Lawrence smith looked at the sharp tomahawk in his hands and felt sad.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always hated urban Exeter with its teeny-tiny, tender trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Una Smith. Una was a spiteful patient with charming face and short feet.
Lawrence gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cold, unforgiving, jaeger bomb drinker with handsome face and fragile feet. His friends saw him as a green, gifted god. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a flaky old lady.
But not even a cold person who had once made a cup of tea for a flaky old lady, was prepared for what Una had in store today.
The snow flurried like partying wolf, making Lawrence depressed.
As Lawrence stepped outside and Una came closer, he could see the splendid glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want love," Una bellowed, in a hateful tone. She slammed her fist against Lawrence's chest, with the force of 7584 mouse. "I frigging love you, Lawrence smith."
Lawrence looked back, even more depressed and still fingering the sharp tomahawk. "Una, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.
They looked at each other with astonished feelings, like two cruel, cool cat laughing at a very ruthless bar mitzvah, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two witty uncles sitting to the beat.
Suddenly, Una lunged forward and tried to punch Lawrence in the face. Quickly, Lawrence grabbed the sharp tomahawk and brought it down on Una's skull.
Una's charming face trembled and her short feet wobbled. She looked angry, her body raw like a smoggy, snotty scythe.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Una Smith was dead.
Lawrence smith went back inside and made himself a nice drink of jaeger bomb.
THE END
The Snow that Flurried like Partying Wolf
A Short Story
by Haru
Lawrence smith looked at the sharp tomahawk in his hands and felt sad.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always hated urban Exeter with its teeny-tiny, tender trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Una Smith. Una was a spiteful patient with charming face and short feet.
Lawrence gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cold, unforgiving, jaeger bomb drinker with handsome face and fragile feet. His friends saw him as a green, gifted god. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a flaky old lady.
But not even a cold person who had once made a cup of tea for a flaky old lady, was prepared for what Una had in store today.
The snow flurried like partying wolf, making Lawrence depressed.
As Lawrence stepped outside and Una came closer, he could see the splendid glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want love," Una bellowed, in a hateful tone. She slammed her fist against Lawrence's chest, with the force of 7584 mouse. "I frigging love you, Lawrence smith."
Lawrence looked back, even more depressed and still fingering the sharp tomahawk. "Una, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.
They looked at each other with astonished feelings, like two cruel, cool cat laughing at a very ruthless bar mitzvah, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two witty uncles sitting to the beat.
Suddenly, Una lunged forward and tried to punch Lawrence in the face. Quickly, Lawrence grabbed the sharp tomahawk and brought it down on Una's skull.
Una's charming face trembled and her short feet wobbled. She looked angry, her body raw like a smoggy, snotty scythe.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Una Smith was dead.
Lawrence smith went back inside and made himself a nice drink of jaeger bomb.
THE END
