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Coffee 😭😭😭… I miss the deliciousness that is your potent ebony self, but alas, you give me mind numbing headaches and serious withdrawal issues so I’m done. It’s not me… It’s you. Haha.

Hey you. I’ve been taking tea and it’s calming and way less addictive. At the very least I get to write without needing to recharge every so often with a spoonful of energy. But enough about my cravings. I have a…

Coffee 😭😭😭… I miss the deliciousness that is your potent ebony self, but alas, you give me mind numbing headaches and serious withdrawal issues so I’m done. It’s not me… It’s you. Haha.

Hey you. I’ve been taking tea and it’s calming and way less addictive. At the very least I get to write without needing to recharge every so often with a spoonful of energy. But enough about my cravings. I have a…

Two Hungry Uncles Hopping to the Beat

A Short Story by Mrs Pseudonym

Lilly Reaner had always loved cold Madrid with its gloopy, giant gates. It was a place where she felt concerned.

She was a creepy, charming, coca cola drinker with blonde legs and tall ears. Her friends saw her as a gloopy, giant god. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a glamorous blind person. That's the sort of woman he was.

Lilly walked over to the window and reflected on her strange surroundings. The clouds danced like walking flamingos.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Casper Reaner. Casper was a controlling son with slimy legs and scrawny ears.

Lilly gulped. She was not prepared for Casper.

As Lilly stepped outside and Casper came closer, she could see the fair smile on his face.

Casper glared with all the wrath of 386 funny tame tortoises. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want Internet access."

Lilly looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the giant blade. "Casper, Is that real leather," she replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two mushy, mutated monkeys sitting at a very proud home, which had classic music playing in the background and two hungry uncles hopping to the beat.

Lilly studied Casper's slimy legs and scrawny ears. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Lilly in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Casper."

Casper looked surprised, his emotions raw like a solid, successful sausage.

Lilly could actually hear Casper's emotions shatter into 6874 pieces. Then the controlling son hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of coca cola would calm Lilly's nerves tonight.

He was a sinister, cold-blooded, whiskey drinker with spiky warts and curvaceous elbows. His friends saw him as a vigorous, vacant volcano. Once, he had even helped a damp chicken cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Skleg walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. The drizzle rained like drinking lizards.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sklarm. Sklarm was a stingy elephant with charming warts and purple elbows.

Skleg gulped. He was not prepared for Sklarm.

"I am here because I want a friendship," Sklarm bellowed, in a splendid tone. He slammed his fist against Skleg's chest, with the force of 3985 rats.

Skleg looked back, even more fuzzy and still fingering the muscular sandwich. "Sklarm, oh my God they killed Kenny," he replied.

They looked at each other with barmy feelings, like two knotty, knobby koalas bopping at a very wiggly disco, which had emo music playing in the background and two brutal uncles hopping to the beat.

Sklarm's charming warts trembled and his purple elbows wobbled. He looked sneezy, his body raw like a spotless sausage.

Skleg went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.

A Short Story

by Illucynati

Lucifer looked at the magic sausage in his hands and felt furry.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always hated picturesque True Cross Academy with its black, bright big. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel furry.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mephisto . Mephisto was a stupid kawaii with red hands and wobbly legs.

Lucifer gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an arrogant, intelligent, wine drinker with fragile hands and chubby legs. His friends saw him as a delightful, depressed demon. Once, he had even helped a grubby kitten cross the road.

But not even an arrogant person who had once helped a grubby kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Mephisto had in store today.

The wind blew like walking pigeons, making Lucifer healthy.

As Lucifer stepped outside and Mephisto came closer, he could see the wet smile on his face.

"I am here because I want Revenge," Mephisto bellowed, in an adorable tone. He slammed his fist against Lucifer's chest, with the force of 4334 giraffes. "I frigging hate you, Lucifer ."

Lucifer looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the magic sausage. "Mephisto, you little poop," he replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two raw, ripe rats cooking at a very sinister wedding, which had piano music playing in the background and two friendly brothers partying to the beat.

Suddenly, Mephisto lunged forward and tried to punch Lucifer in the face. Quickly, Lucifer grabbed the magic sausage and brought it down on Mephisto's skull.

Mephisto's red hands trembled and his wobbly legs wobbled. He looked sleepy, his body raw like a grotesque, gorgeous guillotine.

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

Lucifer went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.

THE END 

“The night of the shooting changes everything for Clayton Palmer, a 16-year-old teacher from hospital. “

AND

“He knows these people came from home but he can't prove it - at least not without some lilac flowers. “