4: Random Story

 This was used using a random story generator as i'm too lazy to make one myself.  and my blog doesnt get me the traffic I need to deserve my attention.  like come on guys, my last tic tok had over 1000 views, i'm big time.

Two Emo Uncles Breaking to the Beat

A Short Story
by Kearbear

Jacob Kear looked at the red stick in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his girls surroundings. He had always loved Smalltown lowpoint Washburn with its crispy, creepy Corn, Highschool, Trent's farm. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Trent Hoffstatter. Trent was a gritty Farmer with lanky face and skiddish crack of doom.

Jacob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cunning, Whitty, White Claw drinker with souless face and brawny crack of doom. His friends saw him as a scattered, silent Suave. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a mute Hudson.

But not even a cunning person who had once made a cup of tea for a mute Hudson, was prepared for what Trent had in store today.

The wind blew like no scoping Asian, making Jacob Monica.

As Jacob stepped outside and Trent came closer, he could see the iffy glint in his eye.

Trent gazed with the affection of 106 pretty smoked smallie. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Virginity."

Jacob looked back, even more Monica and still fingering the red stick. "Trent, I'm so drunk, Taylor looks like at&t," he replied.

They looked at each other with derby feelings, like two diced, different dog falling at a very tigglebitties English Midweek, which had Freebird! music playing in the background and two emo uncles breaking to the beat.

Jacob regarded Trent's lanky face and skiddish crack of doom. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jacob with a delighted grin.

Trent looked trucks, his emotions blushing like a wandering, weary window.

Then Trent came inside for a nice drink of White Claw.

THE END