Sneak peek to the next chapter (story generator)
(just to be clear, I didn’t wrote it, just entered few words and names to a generator. if anyone want me to write an actual fanfic, feel free to ask)
Two Intuitive Uncles Sleeping to the Beat
Lilly Linton was thinking about Rikkard Ambrose again. Rikkard was a caring cheap bastard with tall little finger and fragile chest.
Lilly walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always loved adequate Empire House with its burnt, bad buildings. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jumpy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a caring figure of Rikkard Ambrose.
Lilly gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an intelligent, brave, beer drinker with skinny little finger and pointy chest. Her friends saw her as an impossible, immense ifrit. Once, she had even helped an ugliest prostitutes cross the road.
But not even an intelligent person who had once helped an ugliest prostitutes cross the road, was prepared for what Rikkard had in store today.
The rain hammered like sitting horses, making Lilly unstable. Lilly grabbed a solid money that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Lilly stepped outside and Rikkard came closer, she could see the unsightly smile on his face.
“Look Lilly,” growled Rikkard, with a helpful glare that reminded Lilly of caring yellow piggies. “I hate you and I want money. You owe me 1987 pounds.”
Lilly looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the solid money. “Rikkard, son of a bachelor,” she replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two delightful, distinct dogs talking at a very admirable work, which had piano music playing in the background and two intuitive uncles sleeping to the beat.
Suddenly, Rikkard lunged forward and tried to punch Lilly in the face. Quickly, Lilly grabbed the solid money and brought it down on Rikkard’s skull.
Rikkard’s tall little finger trembled and his fragile chest wobbled. He looked irritable, his wallet raw like a kindhearted, knobbly knife.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Rikkard Ambrose was dead.
Lilly Linton went back inside and made herself a nice drink of beer.
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