Two weak uncles kissing to the beat
OK SO I USED A SHORT STORY GENARATOR AND THIS IS WHAT I GOT (I SWEAR IT’S ALL FROM THE WEBSITE, I DIDN’T WRITE ANY OF THIS NONSENSE)
Marcus Blacksmith had always hated fake kingdom with its curly, calm castle. It was a place where he felt sad.
He was a stubborn, confident, water drinker with attractive hair and fluffy hands. His friends saw him as a powerless, pretty prince. Once, he had even saved a big old man that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.
Marcus walked over to the window and reflected on his luxurious surroundings. The cloudy teased like dancing horses.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of William Spears. William was a determined squire with tiny hair and tall hands.
Marcus gulped. He was not prepared for William.
As Marcus stepped outside and William came closer, he could see the quaint glint in her eye.
William gazed with the affection of 5211 shy fine foxes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want romance."
Marcus looked back, even more shy and still fingering the fake mask. "William, I love you," he replied.
They looked at each other with nostalgic feelings, like two dark, delicious donkeys crying at a very proud bal, which had classic music playing in the background and two weak uncles kissing to the beat.
Marcus studied William's tiny hair and tall hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Marcus in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you William."
William looked frustrated, his emotions raw like a soft, slobbering septer.
Marcus could actually hear William's emotions shatter into 5028 pieces. Then the determined squire hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of water would calm Marcus's nerves tonight.
