Intelligent Gordon O’Donnell
A Short Story
by Hung
Gordon O’Donnell was thinking about Sandy O’Way again. Sandy was a smart knight with vast hands and pretty toenails.
Gordon walked over to the window and reflected on his unusual surroundings. He had always loved distant in space with its mangled, melodic mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ambivalent.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a smart figure of Sandy O’Way.
Gordon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intelligent, funny, beer drinker with blonde hands and tall toenails. His friends saw him as a defiant, decaying deity. Once, he had even brought a watery blind person back from the brink of death.
But not even an intelligent person who had once brought a watery blind person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Sandy had in store today.
The drizzle rained like cooking lizards, making Gordon fuzzy. Gordon grabbed an odd rock that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Gordon stepped outside and Sandy came closer, he could see the shallow glint in his eye.
Sandy gazed with the affection of 6230 peculiar handsome hamsters. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want peace.”
Gordon looked back, even more fuzzy and still fingering the odd rock. “Sandy, I ate your puppy,” he replied.
They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two drab, damaged dogs smiling at a very stupid wake, which had jazz music playing in the background and two brave uncles chatting to the beat.
Gordon regarded Sandy’s vast hands and pretty toenails. “I feel the same way!” revealed Gordon with a delighted grin.
Sandy looked jumpy, his emotions blushing like a kindhearted, klutzy knife.
Then Sandy came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END
algernon1 said:
So no cats where harmed, is that what you’re saying.
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Mark said:
Disappointing I know.
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sandshoe said:
To claim to have not written this iconic yarn is an authentic mark of overly humbleness.
Not a word is true, so sadly. It’s a picaresque in a gilded cage. Pigeons and a cat will be found to be involved.
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sandshoe said:
I am very grateful. Thank you for great fill and too, that Sandy and Gord really are the greatest ought to be pointed out more.
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Mark said:
Thanks shoe. It was a good fun exercise. AI still has a long way to go in the short story segment.
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sandshoe said:
I chucked in 15 minutes worth and mailed it to you. Sorry, it see it’s what appears a Roman numeral, not A1 as I used consistently, you might need to run a spell fix on it if you choose to publish, over to you, lol. 🙂
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Mark said:
Haven’t got it yet shoe.
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sandshoe said:
Sent it again now Mark.
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Mark said:
Something very wrong here. Went thru to Webmail but didn’t come through to my desktop. No document received just and image file.
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sandshoe said:
Yes, that seems very wrong. I need to close down and as well get rid of new Malwarebytes too.
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sandshoe said:
Nah. If you haven’t got it now, it might be a Windows thingy and it isn’t very intelligent. The thingy, not me. I’m ok. Thanks for trying.
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vivienne29 said:
An unusual dream I think. Odd.
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Mark said:
An article over at Aunty was discussing how kids would need to keep pace with AI so I generated this from an automatic short story writer. Type in a theme plus a few keywords and hey presto, this is what you get.
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Mark said:
Sandy, I ate your puppy, fucking classic.
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Yvonne said:
FAF!
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Mark said:
I have to see my doctor as I have a laughing problem.
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Mark said:
Yes folks. AI is set to take over the world. There is absolutely no way I could have written this masterpiece, absolutely no way. 🙂
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