Plot Generator - LutiChris - 08-05-2014
Using this site to create a short story was pretty amusing, i suggest using it for this thread.
http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/
Let's see what you guys come up with, here's my entry
Robert Johnson looked at a peculiar book in his hands and felt irritable. He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always hated the magical slopes of San Diego with its tough, tan thugs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel even more irritable. Something in the distance caught his eye. It seemed like every time he would look out the window another one of those thugs would pop out of the bushes looking for trouble. Only this time around it wasn't just another thug. It was the figure of Carla Blunder, the scariest human being he had ever laid eyes on. Carla was identified with having angelman syndrome as well as having an IQ of a third grade student. She exhibited irrational behaviors that would turn any wild college junky into a respectful clean gentleman. Her fragile eyes and spiky pimples made him quiver with fear. If that wasn't bad enough, they both shared a room in one of the dorms of their college campus all year round.
Robert gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a scrawny hairy individual with curvy eyes and short hair. His friends saw him as some sort of hungry animal breed. Once, he had even devoured a whole chicken while it was about to fly off into space. It seemed like he was always prepared for whatever weird catastrophe would hit him next. But he was not prepared for what Carla had in store for him today.
The clouds danced like laughing dogs, this made Robert truly afraid. As Robert stepped outside, Carla came closer. He could see the disgusting glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want Internet access," Carla bellowed, in a hopeful tone.
She slammed her fist against Robert's chest, with the force of an eleven year old boy. "I frigging hate you, Robert Johnson."
Robert looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the peculiar book. "Carla, why can't you just leave me alone," he replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings. The thugs outside the window were playing a catchy children's song that made them want to dance to the beat.
The music reminded him of his early childhood show where two oily, old ostriches sat at a very admirable funeral, which had flute music playing in the background.
Robert studied Carla's fragile eyes while they rampaged. Eventually, he took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, but I can't give you Internet access," he explained, in pitying tones.
Carla looked calm, her body raw like a leaking, loud laptop. Robert could actually hear Carla's body shatter into a million pieces.
He was done for, or at least he thought. She then proceeded to scurry off and ask the nearby thugs to borrow her panties.
Hours went by and there was still no trace of Carla. With every quaking second something unexpected was about to pop out of that monster's mouth. There was nothing he could really do. He lay in bed listening to the thugs play their music for hours on end. A chicken flew up onto his window. It sure looked mighty tasty but he couldn't eat it tonight. He was too paranoid of Carla's return. Not even his strong sexual desire to devour the attractive chicken could calm his nerves down.
Robert wished he had never gone to San Diego.
THE END
RE: Plot Generator - STM1993 - 08-05-2014
I clicked full short story and just clicked random.
Harold Thornhill looked at the squidgy rock in his hands and felt worried.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved crowded Los Angeles with its manky, mangled mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel worried.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mathias Khan. Mathias was a greedy hero with grubby arms and beautiful feet.
Harold gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sinister, ruthless, port drinker with moist arms and curvy feet. His friends saw him as a relieved, ripe rover. Once, he had even brought a repulsive toddler back from the brink of death.
But not even a sinister person who had once brought a repulsive toddler back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Mathias had in store today.
The sun shone like rampaging toads, making Harold confident.
As Harold stepped outside and Mathias came closer, he could see the squashed glint in his eye.
Mathias gazed with the affection of 4704 energetic obedient ostriches. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Harold looked back, even more confident and still fingering the squidgy rock. "Mathias, eat my shorts," he replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two mashed, misty mice thinking at a very modest wake, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two mean uncles talking to the beat.
Suddenly, Mathias lunged forward and tried to punch Harold in the face. Quickly, Harold grabbed the squidgy rock and brought it down on Mathias's skull.
Mathias's grubby arms trembled and his beautiful feet wobbled. He looked stable, his emotions raw like a red, ripe record.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Mathias Khan was dead.
Harold Thornhill went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port.
THE END
RE: Plot Generator - Alapottra - 08-05-2014
My story made me laugh so much...i am still laughing
The Goon Milk
- a short story
by alapottra
Davis looked at the goon milk in
his hands and felt lonely.
He walked over to the window
and reflected on his Sunset
surroundings. He had always
loved beautiful New york with its
hurt, helpless houses. It was a
place that encouraged his
tendency to feel lonely.
Then he saw something in the
distance, or rather someone. It
was the figure of Jan . Jan was a
painful punchs angel with
beautiful hair and tall arm.
Davis gulped. He glanced at his
own reflection. He was a fighter,
nice hair, beer drinker with
skinny hair and hot arm. His
friends saw him as a hurt,
helpless hero. Once, he had even
helped a mangled old tree cross
the road.
But not even a fighter person
who had once helped a mangled
old tree cross the road, was
prepared for what Jan had in
store today.
The rain hammered like beating
lion, making Davis kiss.
As Davis stepped outside and Jan
came closer, he could see the oily
smile on her face.
Jan glared with all the wrath of
881 cool moves cheerful cat. She
said, in hushed tones, "I hate you
and I want love."
Davis looked back, even more
kiss and still fingering the goon
milk. "Jan, youre my friend," he
replied.
They looked at each other with
sad feelings, like two burnt,
bewildered bird kissing at a very
justice valentine day, which had
piano music playing in the
background and two hero uncles
huging to the beat.
Davis studied Jan's beautiful hair
and tall arm. Eventually, he took a
deep breath. "I'm sorry," began
Davis in apologetic tones, "but I
don't feel the same way, and I
never will. I just don't hate you
Jan."
Jan looked sunset, her emotions
raw like a horrible, happy hoe.
Davis could actually hear Jan's
emotions shatter into 2704
pieces. Then the painful punchs
angel hurried away into the
distance.
Not even a drink of beer would
calm Davis's nerves tonight.
THE END
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story.
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RE: Plot Generator - Gespenst - 08-05-2014
Quote:Hijikata Aoi, the Imp
- a fantasy novel
by EXG9
In a field there lived an ill-meaning, deprived imp named Hijikata Aoi. Not a Horror Adventure, Super field, filled with charms and a happy smell, nor yet a red, hairy, killer field with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was an imp-field, and that means happiness.
One day, after a troubling visit from the goblin Tatsumi Obarami, Hijikata leaves his field and sets out in search of three Powers charms. A quest undertaken in the company of elf, youths and derelict girls.
In the search for the goblin-guarded charms, Hijikata Aoi surprises even himself with his intelligence and skill as a mercanery.
During his travels, Hijikata rescues a teapot, an heirloom belonging to Tatsumi. But when Tatsumi refuses to try dying, their friendship is over.
However, Tatsumi is wounded at the Battle of 5th nova clash and the two reconcile just before Hijikata engages in some serious dying.
Hijikata accepts one of the three Powers charms and returns home to his field a very wealthy imp.
also, I tried a song
Quote:A Strong Kinda Little Fighter
- An Original Song
They get on with life as a little fighter,
They're a strong kinda type.
They like punching the face on Sundays,
They like kicking a** in the week.
They like to contemplate fight.
But when they start to daydream,
Their mind turns straight to girls.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about girls with a smile,
Curved lips they just can't disguise.
But they think it's fight making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Fight or...
Girls?They like to use words like 'Godzillian,'
They like to use words like 'bug.'
They like to use words about fight.
But when they stop their talking,
Their mind turns straight to girls.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about girls with a smile,
Curved lips they just can't disguise.
But they think it's fight making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Fight or...
Girls?They like to hang out with Woody,
They like to kick back with Davis,
But when left alone,
Their mind turns straight to girls.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about girls with a smile,
Curved lips they just can't disguise.
But they think it's fight making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Fight or...
Girls?They're not too fond of evil,
They really hate traitors,
But they just think back to girls,
And they're happy once again.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
RE: Plot Generator - AmadisLFE - 08-05-2014
In a House there lived a war, humans vs demons Dragon named Davis Dragonfist. Not a jeff the killer simple, wild House, filled with Pen and a fusion smell, nor yet a magical, slenderman, breezy House with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a Dragon-House, and that means Scare.
One day, after a troubling visit from the Tiger Woody Tigerfury, Davis leaves his House and sets out in search of three chilly stone. A quest undertaken in the company of Chill, Breeze and devils Fire.
In the search for the Tiger-guarded stone, Davis Dragonfist surprises even himself with his Intelligence and skill as a Melee Fighter.
During his travels, Davis rescues an Excaliber, an heirloom belonging to Woody. But when Woody refuses to try Dying, their friendship is over.
However, Woody is wounded at the Battle of Demon vs Humans and the two reconcile just before Davis engages in some serious Dying.
Davis accepts one of the three chilly stone and returns home to his House a very wealthy Dragon.
Galactic Snooty Sabre Fight Wars
- a science fiction novel
by Amadis Little Fighter Empire
A long, long time ago in a snooty, snooty galaxy...
After leaving the giant planet Kiso, a group of ogres fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a ribbed, space Station.
Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Julian Dustin, a windy ogre capable of Burglary and even Stealing a cookie.
Terrified, a contented wizard known as Reginald Shark flees the Empire, with his protector, Davis Dragonfist.
They head for Pokaman on the planet Dhande. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Dragonfist uses his snooty Sabre Fight to defend Reginald.
Dragonfist and Wizard Reginald decide it's time to leave Dhande and steal a Car Par Dar to shoot their way out.
They encounter a tribe of witches. Dragonfist is attacked and the wizard is captured by the witches and taken back to Pokaman.
Dragonfist must fight to save Wizard Reginald but when he accidentally unearths a simple Sausage, the entire future of the snooty, giant galaxy is at stake.
Praise for Galactic Snooty Sabre Fight Wars
"I really, really, really hope that Dragonfist saves Wizard Reginald because I love this story soooooo much!"
- The Daily Tale
"A windy ogre, a tribe of witches and a contented wizard - haven't we seen this before somewhere?"
RE: Plot Generator - Rhino.Freak - 08-05-2014
LOL this is awesome!
I created a funny story which is worth reading! XD
![[Image: coverImage.php?i=bgfz]](http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/coverImage.php?i=bgfz)
Galactic Scary Pogo Stick Wars
- a science fiction novel
by Freaky
A long, long time ago in a scary, scary galaxy...
After leaving the retarded planet RetardoM104, a group of Midgets fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a cute, space Castle.
Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Retardus , a loli Brutardus capable of snoring and even cheats.
Terrified, an awesome Frakentard known as Julian The-Loli flees the Empire, with her protector, Rhino Freak.
They head for Retardo-ville on the planet RhinoLand. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Freak uses his scary Pogo Stick to defend Julian.
Freak and Frakentard Julian decide it's time to leave RhinoLand and steal an unicycle to shoot their way out.
They encounter a tribe of Shyborgs (shy cyborgs). Freak is attacked and the Frakentard is captured by the Shyborgs (shy cyborgs) and taken back to Retardo-ville.
Freak must fight to save Frakentard Julian but when he accidentally unearths a senpai crap, the entire future of the scary, retarded galaxy is at stake.
Praise for Galactic Scary Pogo Stick Wars
"I really, really, really hope that Freak saves Frakentard Julian because I love this story soooooo much!"
- The Daily Tale
"A loli Brutardus, a tribe of Shyborgs (shy cyborgs) and an awesome Frakentard - haven't we seen this before somewhere?"
- Enid Kibbler
RE: Plot Generator - Electric2Shock - 08-05-2014
i HAVEN'T posted here in months. Couldn't resist when I read my story.
Quote:Dear rock,
I am sorry to report that little b*tch has been assigned a detention.
As you know, little b*tch is usually a very crazy and lunatic child. However, today I caught her punching during class.
When I asked her to stop, she shouted, "ALABLALBALBLALBALB" and began beating with her friend gakhir.
b*tch aggravated the matter further by calling me a crazy GOD and likening my DICK to an angry POTATO.
Little b*tch was also in violation of the school uniform policy. I do not allow raging SHIRTS at DON BOSCO.
DON BOSCO prides itself on being an unstable and furious establishment. Thus we simply cannot have children punching and beating on the premises. Added to which, my DICK looks nothing like a POTATO, as TOPA will testify.
Please ensure that little b*tch attends detention tomorrow after school, and leaves her raging clothing at home.
Yours sincerely
SilverLicker
RE: Plot Generator - AmadisLFE - 08-05-2014
Kind King Arthur
- a short story
by Amadis Little Fighter Empire
King Arthur looked at the Legendary Sword Excalibur in his hands and felt Happy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his Nice surroundings. He had always loved His Beautiful Castle with its rabblesnatching, rich Royalness. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Night Rider . Night Rider was an articulate brute with sharp eyes and muscular body.
King Arthur gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a kind, caring, chocolate milk drinker with handsome eyes and muscular body. His friends saw him as a knobbly, klutzy king. Once, he had even brought a bored drunk person back from the brink of death.
But not even a kind person who had once brought a bored drunk person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Night Rider had in store today.
The sun shone like flying eagles, making King Arthur angry.
As King Arthur stepped outside and Night Rider came closer, he could see the striped smile on his face.
"I am here because I want to kill you," Night Rider bellowed, in an intuitive tone. He slammed his fist against King Arthur's chest, with the force of 3997 ants. "I frigging hate you, King Arthur ."
King Arthur looked back, even more angry and still fingering the Legendary Sword Excalibur. "Night Rider, you are too much this ends over here," he replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two burnt, big brontosaurus's hiking at a very forgetful snow storm, which had drum music playing in the background and two uncle uncles fighting to the beat.
Suddenly, Night Rider lunged forward and tried to punch King Arthur in the face. Quickly, King Arthur grabbed the Legendary Sword Excalibur and brought it down on Night Rider's skull.
Night Rider's sharp eyes trembled and his muscular body wobbled. He looked irritable, his body raw like a nervous, new Night's Edge.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Night Rider was dead.
King Arthur went back inside and made himself a nice drink of chocolate milk.
THE END
RE: Plot Generator - Conqueror - 08-06-2014
@Electric Shock: It was a joke.I don't really care if you don't laugh anyways.
![[Image: coverImage.php?i=ja75]](http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/coverImage.php?i=ja75)
Smelly Diaper - a mystical novel
by Yay!
During a dinner party in School in 2002, a baby is born and dies before he can take his first breath.
During a dinner party in School in 2002, the same baby is born and lives to tell the tale. That baby becomes 12-year-old Bad Fart, a considerate and generous author.
What if there were second chances? Third chances? Fourth chances? Would you eventually be able to save the world from controlling Zombies who Steal each other? Would you even want to?
Smelly Diaper follows Bad Fart and his kind Friend, Smelly Diaper, as their unpredictable lives tumble through turbulent events in Museum, again and again.
However, the end of the world approaches, and time is running out for Bad. He is left with two options: stop the controlling Zombies in one hour, or allow the world to end in a ball of fire.
Yay! explores Creature and Mystery Painting to full effect in the mystical novel to end all mystical novels. 
RE: Plot Generator - Electric2Shock - 08-06-2014
(08-06-2014, 04:24 AM)Conqueror Wrote:
Smelly Diaper - a mystical novel
by Yay!
During a dinner party in School in 2002, a baby is born and dies before he can take his first breath.
During a dinner party in School in 2002, the same baby is born and lives to tell the tale. That baby becomes 12-year-old Bad Fart, a considerate and generous author.
What if there were second chances? Third chances? Fourth chances? Would you eventually be able to save the world from controlling Zombies who Steal each other? Would you even want to?
Smelly Diaper follows Bad Fart and his kind Friend, Smelly Diaper, as their unpredictable lives tumble through turbulent events in Museum, again and again.
However, the end of the world approaches, and time is running out for Bad. He is left with two options: stop the controlling Zombies in one hour, or allow the world to end in a ball of fire.
Yay! explores Creature and Mystery Painting to full effect in the mystical novel to end all mystical novels.
Definitely something wrong with me.
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