stories i made in a short story generator cause i want clout

Two Poop Uncles Eating To The Beat

A Short Story
by Greg

Danny Gonzalez looked at the Pain Army in his hands and felt Sad. He walked over to the window and reflected on his Fishy surroundings. He had always loved Stinky Kurtis Conner's bedroom with its breakable, bad bed. 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 Dream . Dream was a Bloody covered in piss with Dolphin As and Blue Feet. Danny gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Small, Cry, Dream's blood drinker with Skin As and Trash Feet. His friends saw him as a clear, cruel covered in poop.

Once, he had even helped a deadly Kurtis Conner cross the road. But not even a Small person who had once helped a deadly Kurtis Conner cross the road, was prepared for what Dream
had in store today.

The rain hammered like running horses, making Danny irritable.

As Danny stepped outside and Dream came closer, he could see the faint smile on his face.

Dream glared with all the wrath of 2464 Stinky silent snakes.

He said, in hushed tones, "l hate you and I want Kurtis Conner."

Danny looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the Pain Army. "Dream, help, let me go" he replied.

They looked at each other with Angry feelings, like two plain panicky pigeons crying at a very Armpits Funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two Poop uncles
eating to the beat.

Suddenly, Dream lunged forward and tried to punch Danny in the face. Quickly, Danny grabbed the Pain Army and brought it down on Dream's skull.

Dream's Dolphin As trembled and his Blue Feet wobbled. He looked fuzzy, his emotions raw like a brave, brief Balls

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dream was dead

Danny Gonzalez went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Dream's blood

THE END