Dumb Plot generator stories

Two Violent Uncles Bopping to the Beat

A Short Story
by ImSorry

Kathy Pigeon looked at the handy gun in her hands and felt surprised.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved high-tech Exeter with its faffdorking, fine fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel surprised.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tristan Smart. Tristan was a smelly smart with chubby fingernails and moist eyelashes.

Kathy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a violent, gracious, mountain-dew drinker with long fingernails and ugly eyelashes. Her friends saw her as a grisly, grotesque gamer. Once, she had even helped a wicked dumbass cross the road.

But not even a violent person who had once helped a wicked dumbass cross the road, was prepared for what Tristan had in store today.

The cloudy teased like walking snakes, making Kathy irritable.

As Kathy stepped outside and Tristan came closer, she could see the chilly glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want the wifi password," Tristan bellowed, in a hopeful tone. He slammed his fist against Kathy's chest, with the force of 7537 rabbits. "I frigging love you, Kathy Pigeon."

Kathy looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the handy gun. "Tristan, get out of my house," she replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two silky, smooth sharks boating at a very energetic funeral, which had kids-bop music playing in the background and two violent uncles bopping to the beat.

Suddenly, Tristan lunged forward and tried to punch Kathy in the face. Quickly, Kathy grabbed the handy gun and shot Tristan's skull.

Tristan's chubby fingernails trembled and his moist eyelashes wobbled. He looked angry, his body raw like a knowledgeable, knobbly knife.

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Tristan Smart was dead.

Kathy Pigeon went back inside and made herself a nice drink of mountain-dew.

THE END