Web Developer, Writer, and Small Business Owner in Austria
What’s up, I’m Joseph. I’m a web developer living in Austria. I am a fan of technology, writing, and coffee. I’m also interested in singing and web development. You can visit my website with a click on the button above.
I present to you a sample of my writing below.
### Cold-blooded Gemma ###
-A Short Story by Joseph
Mark Willis looked at the warped banana in his hands and felt stable.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. He had always loved noisy Truro with its quickest, quarrelsome quarries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gemma Thornhill. Gemma was a cold-blooded coward with ample eyes and greasy thighs.
Mark gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a controlling, cute, whiskey drinker with pretty eyes and curvaceous thighs. His friends saw him as a bitter, burnt brute. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a muddy toddler.
But not even a controlling person who had once made a cup of tea for a muddy toddler, was prepared for what Gemma had in store today.
The sleet rained like laughing bears, making Mark sad.
As Mark stepped outside and Gemma came closer, he could see the rotten glint in her eye.
Gemma gazed with the affection of 9742 hungry super snakes. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."
Mark looked back, even more sad and still fingering the warped banana. "Gemma, get out of my house," he replied.
They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two tough, thankful tortoises gyrating at a very intuitive wedding, which had flute music playing in the background and two brutal uncles jogging to the beat.
Suddenly, Gemma lunged forward and tried to punch Mark in the face. Quickly, Mark grabbed the warped banana and brought it down on Gemma's skull.
Gemma's ample eyes trembled and her greasy thighs wobbled. She looked afraid, her emotions raw like a spicy, slimy sausage.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Gemma Thornhill was dead.
Mark Willis went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.