I haven’t written anything a while due to not being motivated and working crazy hours. I’m trying to get back into writing abut anything just to get me back in the groove. I feel I’ve been languishing. Simply not motivated, but can’t pinpoint what’s going on.
Decided to using a short story generator to get my brain pumping, but the outcome was more hilarious than I thought it would be. I didn’t put much thought into the generator’s options as I just wanted to see what would be produced. This story is a hot mess, but it has some qualities. Decided to share.
Carla Bishop had always loved dull New York with its cloudy, curly cold. It was a place where she felt happy.
She was an optimistic, articulate, whiskey drinker with handsome fingers and tall toes. Her friends saw her as a hot, heavy hero. Once, she had even saved a crispy toddler that was stuck in a drain. That’s the sort of woman she was.
Carla walked over to the window and reflected on her noisy surroundings. The clouds danced like shouting dog.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Luke Barker. Luke was a stable teacher with curvy fingers and red toes.
Carla gulped. She was not prepared for Luke.
As Carla stepped outside and Luke came closer, she could see the unsteady smile on his face.
Luke glared with all the wrath of 4284 thoughtless silky squirrels. He said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want justice.”
Carla looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the warped ruler. “Luke, I don’t have the money,” she replied.
They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two poised, panicky pigeons smiling at a very arrogant court, which had music playing in the background and two gracious uncles thinking to the beat.
Carla regarded Luke’s curvy fingers and red toes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Carla with a delighted grin.
Luke looked anxious, his emotions blushing like a putrid, proud piano.
Then Luke came inside for a nice glass of whiskey. THE END