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Crazy Siahara Shyne
A Short Story
by Writer Unknown
Siahara Shyne looked at the rock Gun in her hands and felt scared.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always hated dark Circus with its resonant, rabblesnatching rivers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel scared.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Crazy Boys. Crazy was an uneducated Annoying with vast legs and sloppy arms.
Siahara gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a crazy, manic, Milk Tea drinker with hunk legs and sexy arms. Her friends saw her as a grim, grotesque Girl. Once, she had even brought a puny black cat back from the brink of death.
But not even a crazy person who had once brought a puny black cat back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Crazy had in store today.
The rain hammered like laughing shark, making Siahara un explained feeling.
As Siahara stepped outside and Crazy came closer, she could see the soft smile on his face.
Crazy glared with all the wrath of 8255 rebel better birds. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want to do something bad."
Siahara looked back, even more un explained feeling and still fingering the rock Gun. "Crazy, catch me If you Can," she replied.
They looked at each other with nervous feelings, like two purring, pretty penguin dancing at a very Noisy Wedding, which had disco music music playing in the background and two bad smell uncles running to the beat.
Suddenly, Crazy lunged forward and tried to punch Siahara in the face. Quickly, Siahara grabbed the rock Gun and brought it down on Crazy's skull.
Crazy's vast legs trembled and his sloppy arms wobbled. He looked hyper, his emotions raw like a petite, powerful Plastic bag.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Crazy Boys was dead.
Siahara Shyne went back inside and made herself a nice drink of Milk Tea.
THE END
Created on 20th June 2020.She walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always hated dark Circus with its resonant, rabblesnatching rivers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel scared.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Crazy Boys. Crazy was an uneducated Annoying with vast legs and sloppy arms.
Siahara gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a crazy, manic, Milk Tea drinker with hunk legs and sexy arms. Her friends saw her as a grim, grotesque Girl. Once, she had even brought a puny black cat back from the brink of death.
But not even a crazy person who had once brought a puny black cat back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Crazy had in store today.
The rain hammered like laughing shark, making Siahara un explained feeling.
As Siahara stepped outside and Crazy came closer, she could see the soft smile on his face.
Crazy glared with all the wrath of 8255 rebel better birds. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want to do something bad."
Siahara looked back, even more un explained feeling and still fingering the rock Gun. "Crazy, catch me If you Can," she replied.
They looked at each other with nervous feelings, like two purring, pretty penguin dancing at a very Noisy Wedding, which had disco music music playing in the background and two bad smell uncles running to the beat.
Suddenly, Crazy lunged forward and tried to punch Siahara in the face. Quickly, Siahara grabbed the rock Gun and brought it down on Crazy's skull.
Crazy's vast legs trembled and his sloppy arms wobbled. He looked hyper, his emotions raw like a petite, powerful Plastic bag.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Crazy Boys was dead.
Siahara Shyne went back inside and made herself a nice drink of Milk Tea.
THE END
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"About as enjoyable as being hailed on whilst taking in washing that has been targeted by seagulls with the squits."
- Enid Kibbler
"Saying the rain hammered like laughing shark is just the kind of literary device that makes this brilliant."
- Hit the Spoof
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