Short Stories I created using a plot generator

Proud Jack Walker (This one's weird)

Jack Walker looked at the silver ruler in his hands and felt active.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. He had always loved creepy Sludgeside with its thirsty, tiny trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel active.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Georgina Barker. Georgina was a clumsy do gooder with charming feet and greasy eyebrows.

Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a proud, hilarious, wine drinker with vast feet and squat eyebrows. His friends saw him as a doubtful, drab dolphin. Once, he had even revived a dying, chicken.

But not even a proud person who had once revived a dying, chicken, was prepared for what Georgina had in store today.

The wind blew like loving aardvarks, making Jack afraid.

As Jack stepped outside and Georgina came closer, he could see the screeching smile on her face.

Georgina gazed with the affection of 5420 helpful melodic maggots. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Facebook friends."

Jack looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the silver ruler. "Georgina, beam me up Scotty," he replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two black, breezy blue bottles drinking at a very giving holiday, which had trance music playing in the background and two charming uncles bouncing to the beat.

Suddenly, Georgina lunged forward and tried to punch Jack in the face. Quickly, Jack grabbed the silver ruler and brought it down on Georgina's skull.

Georgina's charming feet trembled and her greasy eyebrows wobbled. She looked fuzzy, her emotions raw like a kaleidoscopic, knowledgeable kettle.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Georgina Barker was dead.

Jack Walker went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.

THE END