Rude Richard Styner

San Leandro

Rude Richard Styner
A Short Story
by RStyner
Richard Styner was thinking about Rick Styner again. Rick was a caring queen with pretty toenails and greasy toenails.

Richard walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always loved old-fashioned Bangkok with its elegant, enthusiastic estuaries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a caring figure of Rick Styner.

Richard gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a rude, helpful, squash drinker with brown toenails and solid toenails. His friends saw him as a gifted, gorgeous gamer. Once, he had even rescued an enchanting chicken from a burning building.

But not even a rude person who had once rescued an enchanting chicken from a burning building, was prepared for what Rick had in store today.

The sun shone like sleeping bears, making Richard stressed. Richard grabbed a squidgy sandwich that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Richard stepped outside and Rick came closer, he could see the vast smile on his face.

Rick gazed with the affection of 5767 snotty elated elephants. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want revenge.”

Richard looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the squidgy sandwich. “Rick, I just don’t need you in my life any more,” he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two bored, barbecued blue bottles sleeping at a very proud Christening, which had classical music playing in the background and two sinister uncles to the beat.

Suddenly, Rick lunged forward and tried to punch Richard in the face. Quickly, Richard grabbed the squidgy sandwich and brought it down on Rick’s skull.

Rick’s pretty toenails trembled and his greasy toenails wobbled. He looked stable, his emotions raw like a hollow, heavy hat.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Rick Styner was dead.

Richard Styner went back inside and made himself a nice beaker of squash.

THE END