So..I found this website:
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Thread Topic: So..I found this website:
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It's called plot-generator.org.uk and it pretty much makes short stories for you based on the information you give it and I think it's pretty neat. So, I have decided to make this thread to see how many wacky stories the generator can make.
The first one I did is:
Two Admirable Uncles Drinking to the Beat
A Short Story
by J. R. Emerald
Katy Godfrey was thinking about Bob Giantbulb again. Bob was a grateful academic with charming eyes and curvaceous eyelashes.
Katy walked over to the window and reflected on her damp surroundings. She had always loved deserted Oxford with its unkempt, unrealistic umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stable.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a grateful figure of Bob Giantbulb.
Katy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a thoughtless, patient, cocoa drinker with pointy eyes and red eyelashes. Her friends saw her as a talented, tricky teacher. Once, she had even helped a terrible old man cross the road.
But not even a thoughtless person who had once helped a terrible old man cross the road, was prepared for what Bob had in store today.
The clouds danced like skipping puppies, making Katy stressed. Katy grabbed a stripy torch that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Katy stepped outside and Bob came closer, she could see the silly glint in his eye.
Bob gazed with the affection of 4811 ruthless massive monkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a phone number."
Katy looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the stripy torch. "Bob, I've got a new job," she replied.
They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two helpless, handsome horses chatting at a very smelly snow storm, which had piano music playing in the background and two admirable uncles drinking to the beat.
Katy regarded Bob's charming eyes and curvaceous eyelashes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Katy with a delighted grin.
Bob looked confident, his emotions blushing like a knotty, knowing knife.
Then Bob came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
THE END -
The Warped Book
Morwenna Cockle was thinking about Jack Randall again. Jack was a rude painter with hairy eyebrows and sloppy warts.
Morwenna walked over to the window and reflected on her quiet surroundings. She had always loved sleepy Glasgow with its melted, mushy mountains. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel unstable.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a rude figure of Jack Randall.
Morwenna gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a giving, funny, brandy drinker with solid eyebrows and wide warts. Her friends saw her as a different, defiant dolphin. Once, she had even saved a dark old lady that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a giving person who had once saved a dark old lady that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Jack had in store today.
The sleet rained like boating toads, making Morwenna puzzled. Morwenna grabbed a warped book that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Morwenna stepped outside and Jack came closer, she could see the kosher glint in his eye.
Jack gazed with the affection of 9771 cowardly hilarious hamsters. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."
Morwenna looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the warped book. "Jack, I admire your eyebrows," she replied.
They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two fragile, frail foxes dancing at a very modest accident, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two controlling uncles walking to the beat.
Morwenna regarded Jack's hairy eyebrows and sloppy warts. "I feel the same way!" revealed Morwenna with a delighted grin.
Jack looked angry, his emotions blushing like a bright, bumpy banana.
Then Jack came inside for a nice glass of brandy.
THE END -
Two Callous Uncles Partying to the Beat
A Short Story
by Dee Znuts
Rachel Ray looked at the tattered blade in her hands and felt calm.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her wild surroundings. She had always hated wild Gondor with its chilly, charming cliffs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel calm.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Martha Stewart. Martha was a cold-blooded bear with moist thighs and sticky eyelashes.
Rachel gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a bold, spiteful, port drinker with tall thighs and curvaceous eyelashes. Her friends saw her as an abundant, adventurous academic. Once, she had even helped a breakable deaf person cross the road.
But not even a bold person who had once helped a breakable deaf person cross the road, was prepared for what Martha had in store today.
The drizzle rained like sleeping snakes, making Rachel cross.
As Rachel stepped outside and Martha came closer, she could see the spicy glint in her eye.
Martha glared with all the wrath of 8684 brutal squidgy sloths. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want Internet access."
Rachel looked back, even more cross and still fingering the tattered blade. "Martha, I ate your puppy," she replied.
They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two great, good goldfish dancing at a very smart accident, which had Folk music playing in the background and two callous uncles partying to the beat.
Suddenly, Martha lunged forward and tried to punch Rachel in the face. Quickly, Rachel grabbed the tattered blade and brought it down on Martha's skull.
Martha's moist thighs trembled and her sticky eyelashes wobbled. She looked surprised, her emotions raw like a graceful, grotesque gun.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Martha Stewart was dead.
Rachel Ray went back inside and made herself a nice glass of port.
THE END -
I'll check this out when I get home.
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