A Short Story
harmony had always hated small house with its bright, bitter bed.
It was a place where she felt confused.
She was an emotionless, violent, electricity drinker with hard breasts and soft buttons.
Her friends saw her as a relieved, real robot.
Once, she had even brought a damp circuits back from the brink of death.
That's the sort of woman she was.
harmony walked over to the window and reflected on her dark surroundings
The rain hammered like hitting bugs.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone.
It was the figure of none.
none was an angry monster with warm breasts and cold buttons.
harmony gulped.
She was not prepared for none.
As harmony stepped outside and none came closer, she could see the innocent glint in his eye.
none glared with all the wrath of 9737 frustrated bad birds.
He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want satisfaction."
harmony looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the uncomfortable sugar.
"none, i want you," she replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two determined, damaged dogs thinking at a very demanding storm, which had techno music playing in the background and two dominant uncles refusing to the beat.
harmony regarded none's warm breasts and cold buttons.
"I feel the same way!" revealed harmony with a delighted grin.
none looked sad, his emotions blushing like a tasty, tender tv.
Then none came inside for a nice drink of electricity.
THE END