Robert Skinner

What’s up, I’m Robert. I’m a software engineer living in Freedom, Wisconsin 54913. I am a fan of technology, writing, and enjoy as an editor of some online magazines. I’m also interested in reading and arts.

I present to you a sample of my writing. Its a random short story titled THE DRIZZLE THAT RAINED RUNNING MAGGOTS

Casper Rockatansky had always loved dirty Sydney with its abundant, amused arches. It was a place where he felt calm.

He was a loving, incredible, port drinker with tall fingernails and chubby abs. His friends saw him as a plastic, puny patient. Once, he had even saved a mutated disabled person that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.

Casper walked over to the window and reflected on his cosy surroundings. The drizzle rained like running maggots.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alison Ball. Alison was a rude elephant with pointy fingernails and scrawny abs.

Casper gulped. He was not prepared for Alison.

As Casper stepped outside and Alison came closer, he could see the fluffy smile on her face.

"Look Casper," growled Alison, with a tight-fisted glare that reminded Casper of rude puppies. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 2888 pounds."

Casper looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the stripy map. "Alison, let's move in together," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two rich, rapid rats cooking at a very modest bar mitzvah, which had trance music playing in the background and two gentle uncles cooking to the beat.

Casper regarded Alison's pointy fingernails and scrawny abs. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Alison glared. "Do you want me to shove that stripy map where the sun don't shine?"

Casper promptly remembered his loving and incredible values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Alison looked calm, her wallet blushing like a testy, tasteless torch.

Then Alison came inside for a nice glass of port.

THE END