Fat Rhiannon Bogtrotter A Short Story by maia Rhiannon Bogtrotter had always loved trashy 7 11 with its small, spotty slushy machine. It was a place where she felt relaxed. She was a fat, stout, slushy drinker with a rat face and flabby eyes. Her friends saw her as a small, spotty stubborn. Once, she had even helped a square blind person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of woman he was. Rhiannon walked over to the window and reflected on her smelly surroundings. The sun shone like begging dogs. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rob Zeus. Rob was a mean cheapstake with big butt and ugly eyes. Rhiannon gulped. She was not prepared for Rob. As Rhiannon stepped outside and Rob came closer, she could see the courageous glint in his eye. "I am here because I want free slushy," Rob bellowed, in an ugly tone. He slammed his fist against Rhiannon's chest, with the force of 4474 bugs. "I frigging hate you, Rhiannon Bogtrotter." Rhiannon looked back, even more energized and still fingering the tasty slushy. "Rob, free slushy," she replied. They looked at each other with triggered feelings, like two racid, relieved rabbits throwing up at a very bloated free chip day, which had pop music playing in the background and two smelly uncles cooking to the beat. Suddenly, Rob lunged forward and tried to punch Rhiannon in the face. Quickly, Rhiannon grabbed the tasty slushy and brought it down on Rob's skull. Rob's big butt trembled and his ugly eyes wobbled. He looked sneezy, his body raw like a small, stagnant straw. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Rob Zeus was dead. Rhiannon Bogtrotter went back inside and made herself a nice drink of slushy. THE END
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