Randomly Generated Short Stories

Two Spicey Uncles Bouncing to the Beat

Satanick had always loved cold Iceberg Isle with its important, inexpensive ice. It was a place where he felt frumpy.

He was a tight-fisted, always on their man period, Ivlis drinker with a skinny manhood and sexy tentacles. His friends saw him as a damaged, deep devil. Once, he had even rescued a funkelplopping Shirogane from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Satanick walked over to the window and reflected on his wet surroundings. The sleet rained like banging orcas.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Idate . Idate was a dank orca with a dead manhood and hunky tentacles.

Satanick gulped. He was not prepared for Idate.

As Satanick stepped outside and Idate came closer, he could see the alive glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want death," Idate bellowed, in a cringey tone. He slammed his fist against Satanick's chest, with the force of 1570 polar bear. "I frigging love you, Satanick."

Satanick looked back, even more awkward and still fingering the hard dildo. "Idate, does Ivlis is gay," he replied.

They looked at each other with pissy feelings, like two orange, old-fashioned owl jumping at a very smoky funeral, which had screamo music playing in the background and two spicey uncles bouncing to the beat.

Suddenly, Idate lunged forward and tried to punch Satanick in the face. Quickly, Satanick grabbed the hard dildo and brought it down on Idate's skull.

Idate's dead manhood trembled and his hunky tentacle wobbled. He looked sad, his body raw like a vain, violet vibrator.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Idate I was dead.

Satanick went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Ivlis.

THE END