– a short story by Elin V. Pettersson (well almost… this nonsense was generated with plot-generator)

The Wind that Blew like Rampaging Cats

Cameron Cox looked at the solid ruler in his hands and felt stressed.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. He had always loved wild West Boggins with its miniature, many mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stressed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nadine Giantbulb. Nadine was an arrogant doctor with hairy toenails and sloppy eyebrows.

Cameron gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sinister, intelligent, squash drinker with charming toenails and hairy eyebrows. His friends saw him as a wandering, wide-eyed writer. Once, he had even helped a noisy deaf person cross the road.

But not even a sinister person who had once helped a noisy deaf person cross the road, was prepared for what Nadine had in store today.

The wind blew like rampaging cats, making Cameron active.

As Cameron stepped outside and Nadine came closer, he could see the regurgitated glint in her eye.

“Look Cameron,” growled Nadine, with a brutal glare that reminded Cameron of arrogant dogs. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want justice. You owe me 9881 euros.”

Cameron looked back, even more active and still fingering the solid ruler. “Nadine, I am your mother,” he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two bumpy, broad badgers swimming at a very down to earth dinner party, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two violent uncles swimming to the beat.

Suddenly, Nadine lunged forward and tried to punch Cameron in the face. Quickly, Cameron grabbed the solid ruler and brought it down on Nadine’s skull.

Nadine’s hairy toenails trembled and her sloppy eyebrows wobbled. She looked shocked, her wallet raw like a nasty, numerous newspaper.

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

Cameron Cox went back inside and made himself a nice beaker of squash.

THE END

Comments: