it was a dark windy moonless night.the kind of night that makes you feel like your being watched,or followed.the wind was blowing thru the trees,they croaked and moaned as if in agony,as if angry.there was a creature with glowing red eyes sitting in the darkness licking its balls,running its ruff tung up around itself,enjoying the moment.suddenly it stopped looked abrubtly up,sniffed the air,its long poined ears rose in anticipation.it crouched its body and rolled across the grass slowly,its eyes on the pasing stroller. dick was on his way home from a meeting.his car broke down about a mile or so back.dick thought to himself,'this is the kind of night that makes you feel like your being watched or followed'. suddenly the creature attacked.dick didnt evn have time to scream or wonder whats going on efore the creature wrapped his jaws around his throat and ripped it out.
great you could write that and then sell it at a market stall. People would come from miles around to read that on a bit of scrap paper sandwiched between two bits of cardboard. You will one day become a writer that is revered in your moms house I can tell - good luck with the career
Maybe you could write "the end" at the end of it and that would really make it a lot better like this
Honda has bought out a robot. Perhaps you can sell that story to them as a form of algorythmic language.
