I enjoy playing around with words generators. I thought of starting a series of poems and stories revolving from inputs put forward to either the poem or short story generator.
Slim Jerry looked at the peculiar blade in his hands and felt unhappy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his lively surroundings. He had always hated busy Florida with its helpful, high houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unhappy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jane Flinch. Jane was a considerate author with ample eyes and vast arms.
Slim gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a charming, lovable, coffee drinker with fluffy eyes and brunette arms. His friends saw him as a shaky, stupid surgeon. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a flaky puppy.
But not even a charming person who had once jumped into a river and saved a flaky puppy, was prepared for what Jane had in store today.
The teased like running cat, making Slim anxious.
As Slim stepped outside and Jane came closer, he could see the smiling smile on her face.
Jane glared with all the wrath of 1540 wild obnoxious owl. She said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want revenge.”
Slim looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the peculiar blade. “Jane, forgive me,” he replied.
They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two dripping, doubtful dog rampaging at a very gracious snow storm, which had classical music playing in the background and two peculiar uncles laughing to the beat.
Slim regarded Jane’s ample eyes and vast arms. “I feel the same way!” revealed Slim with a delighted grin.
Jane looked sad, her emotions blushing like a pretty, plain piano.
Then Jane came inside for a nice cup of coffee.