Story i can study to stories so plrase give me a story

answer:

a short story

by der furher

chungus obamos looked at the disgraceful spagheti in his hands and felt sad.

he walked over to the window and reflected on his damp surroundings. he had always hated scary mother russia with its flat, filthy fields. it was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. it was the figure of sanic the spagheti boi. sanic was a forgetful coward with hairy toenails and chubby thighs.

chungus gulped. he glanced at his own reflection. he was a sinister, brutal, adult juice drinker with fat toenails and wobbly thighs. his friends saw him as a flat, filthy fat. once, he had even saved a delicious toddler that was stuck in a drain.

but not even a sinister person who had once saved a delicious toddler that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what sanic had in store today.

the rain hammered like rampaging rats, making chungus angry.

as chungus stepped outside and sanic came closer, he could see the roasted glint in her eye.

"i am here because i want give him spagheti," sanic bellowed, in a hilarious tone. she slammed her fist against chungus's chest, with the force of 3840 spaghetti. "i poop h8te you, chungus obamos."

chungus looked back, even more angry and still fingering the disgraceful spagheti. "sanic, i h8te spagheti," he replied.

they looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two boiled, blue bears running at a very spiteful funeral, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two mean uncles fighting to the beat.

suddenly, sanic lunged forward and tried to punch chungus in the face. quickly, chungus grabbed the disgraceful spagheti and brought it down on sanic's skull.

sanic's hairy toenails trembled and her chubby thighs wobbled. she looked scared, her body raw like a screeching, slippery spaghetii.

then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. moments later sanic the spagheti boi was passed away forever.

chungus obamos went back inside and made himself a nice drink of adult juice.

the end

explanation:

i hope this

the illustration   that would give a reader a clear understanding of the text is a picture of men constructing the frame of a building.the frame is made of iron bars. the text describes the job of blacksmiths'. these were very organised and they had different names: "the driver" and "the heater". the text describes the way in which these men worked ; they worked iron pieces as if they were playing a sport. in fact, the text wants to show the men's skills. the text also puts some emphasis on the use of '' rivets'' in construction. this kind of nails were not always used in the construction of manhattan.

some examples:

"and with an underhand toss he hurled the smoking rivet straight at the catcher, who caught it in mid-air in his catching can." men's skills

"when the driver was ready for a new " the emphasis on the rivet ( special nail used in construction).

" it against a beam to remove any cinders, and jammed it into the waiting hole. " the emphasis on the rivet.