Today’s story has been written by an automatic plot generator. It’s the first time I’ve tried to use one where I’m publishing the story. There is a long line of questions you answer, then the generator pulls them all together. What do you think of the story? To me, it’s funny and not half bad.
The Precision Photograph
A Short Story
Tom Smith looked at the precision photograph in his hands and felt determined. He walked over to the window and reflected on his condemning surroundings. He had always loved aesthetic Sugarton with its calm, condemned cameras. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel determined.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jerry Haagendaas. Jerry was a bloodsucking victim with a sweating fist and a pale tongue.
Tom gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an unethical, vulnerable, Magners drinker with an imposing fist and an athletic tongue. His friends saw him as a calm, condemned crook. Once, he had even brought a xenotropic blackmail victim back from the brink of death. But not even an unethical person who had once brought a xenotropic blackmail victim back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Jerry had in store today.
The sun shone like flipping rats, making Tom excited.
As Tom stepped outside and Jerry came closer, he could see the narrow smile on his face.
Jerry glared with all the wrath of 9543 sleazy stale snakes. He said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want photographs.”
Tom looked back, even more excited and still fingering the precision photograph. “Jerry, pay me or I share the photos,” he replied.
They looked at each other with resigned feelings, like two stale, steady skunks shaking at a very enslaving picnic, which had blues music playing in the background and two sexy uncles remembering to the beat.
Tom regarded Jerry’s sweating fist and pale tongue.
“I feel the same way!” revealed Tom with a delighted grin.
Jerry looked disgusted, his emotions blushing like a tame, tan telefoto lens.
Then Jerry came inside for a nice drink of Magners.
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Auto Praise for The Precision Photograph
“I feel like I know Tom Smith. In a way, it feels as though I’ve always known him.”
–The Daily Tale
“About as enjoyable as being hailed on whilst taking in washing that has been targeted by seagulls with the squits.”
– Enid Kibbler
“Saying the sun shone like flipping rats is just the kind of literary device that makes this brilliant.”
–Hit the Spoof
“I could do better.”
— Zob Gloop
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