The Peculiar Computer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Jokes  |  House: Booksie Classic


It's a short story written in terrible English to make the story more funny. It's a story that over all doesn't make much sense but still it has very vivid imagery of what is going on and with this
imagery it comes across as very funny.

Submitted: November 27, 2017

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The Peculiar Computer

A Short Story
by Giosue

Grey Ryker looked at the peculiar computer in his hands and felt grumpy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Rich surroundings. He had always loved utopian New York with its bored, black Buildings. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel grumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gene Wilder. Gene was a spontaneous funny with bulky hair and blue-eyed arms.

Grey gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Bold, adventurous, Coffeee drinker with humongous hair and muscular arms. His friends saw him as a hungry, high-pitched hot-headed. Once, he had even helped a vague old man cross the road.

But not even a Bold person who had once helped a vague old man cross the road, was prepared for what Gene had in store today.

The cloudy teased like rampaging birds, making Grey glorified.

As Grey stepped outside and Gene came closer, he could see the sharp smile on his face.

"I am here because I want Closure," Gene bellowed, in a loving and kind tone. He slammed his fist against Grey's chest, with the force of 428 dogs. "I frigging love you, Grey Ryker."

Grey looked back, even more glorified and still fingering the peculiar computer. "Gene, you are a great friend," he replied.

They looked at each other with dismal feelings, like two calm, curved cats caring at a very bad-tempered funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two impulsive uncles running to the beat.

Suddenly, Gene lunged forward and tried to punch Grey in the face. Quickly, Grey grabbed the peculiar computer and brought it down on Gene's skull.

Gene's bulky hair trembled and his blue-eyed arms wobbled. He looked merry, his body raw like a miniature, magnificent mobile.

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

Grey Ryker went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Coffeee.

THE END 


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