Magical Los Angeles
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Steve Russell looked at the bendy book in his hands and felt ecstatic.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his damp surroundings. He had always loved magical Los Angeles with its kindly, knowledgeable kettles. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ecstatic.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Stanley Williams. Stanley was a charming giant with sticky abs and charming lips.
