Hey! Can I have some plot ideas for some new stories?
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Im not even gonna- idfk this is a plot generator thing not my ideas
Aurora Scott was thinking about Simon Rossi again. Simon was a gracious devil with hot lips and pretty thighs.
Aurora walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. He had always loved pretty New York with its cheerful, chilly clubs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some one . It was the a gracious figure of Simon Rossi.
Aurora gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cute, wild, whiskey drinker with curvaceous lips and brunette thighs. His friends saw him as an agreeable, ancient angel. Once, he had even helped a villainous virginity cross the road.
But not even a cute person who had once helped a villainous virginity cross the road, was prepared for what Simon had in store today.
The wind blew like partying kittens, making Aurora delighted. Aurora grabbed a tiny piano that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Aurora stepped outside and Simon came closer, he could see the icy glint in his eye.
Simon glared with all the wrath of 4116 funny depressed donkeys. He said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want affection.”
Aurora looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the tiny piano. “Simon, I’m in love with you,” he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two depressed, distinct dogs talking at a very gentle engagement party, which had pop music playing in the background and two understanding uncles smiling to the beat.
Aurora studied Simon’s hot lips and pretty thighs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” began Aurora in apologetic tones, “but I don’t feel the same way, and I never will. I just don’t hate you Simon.”
Simon looked confident, his emotions raw like a grieving, grubby gun.
Aurora could actually hear Simon’s emotions shatter into 6295 pieces. Then the gracious devil hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Aurora’s nerves tonight.
THE END
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