Behold, the first randomly generated story! So I somehow found this random story generator online so I decided, hey, wouldn't it be fun to put some characters for a story I'm working on in here, and watch what happens? So, that's exactly what I did. And it came out with this heavenly story lol. Also, I deleted the other book I had which was also randomly generated stuff because honestly, I forgot it existed.
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Liz Stone was thinking about Rudolph Collins again. Rudolph was a smart protector with pretty arms and black neck.
Liz walked over to the window and reflected on her grim surroundings. She had always hated run down Stone Hideaway with its tight, tan trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel afraid.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a smart figure of Rudolph Collins.
Liz gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a quirky, mysterious, orange juice drinker with skinny arms and short neck. Her friends saw her as a panicky, pickled protector. Once, she had even brought a quaint baby back from the brink of death.
But not even a quirky person who had once brought a quaint baby back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Rudolph had in store today.
The fog teased like running dogs, making Liz lonely. Liz grabbed a sharp gun that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Liz stepped outside and Rudolph came closer, she could see the curried glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want to escape," Rudolph bellowed, in a deranged tone. He slammed his fist against Liz's chest, with the force of 7154 birds. "I frigging love you, Liz Stone."
Liz looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the sharp gun. "Rudolph, your amazing," she replied.
They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two cool, cold cats hiding at a very powerful funeral, which had metal music playing in the background and two strong uncles chatting to the beat.
Liz regarded Rudolph's pretty arms and black neck. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Rudolph.
"Please?" begged Liz with puppy dog eyes.
Rudolph looked stressed, his body blushing like a kindhearted, knowing knife.
Then Rudolph came inside for a nice drink of orange juice.
THE END
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And apparently, it also generated auto praise LOL. I love this website so much buahahaha.
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"I feel like I know Liz Stone. In a way, it feels as though I've always known her."
- The Daily Tale
"About as enjoyable as being hailed on whilst taking in washing that has been targeted by seagulls with the squits."
- Enid Kibbler
"Saying the fog teased like running dogs is just the kind of literary device that makes this brilliant."
- Hit the Spoof
"I could do better."
- Zob Gloop
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Here's the link to the generator I used! https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/story/
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A Collection of Randomly Generated Storys
HumorHave you ever wanted to make a good story but was too lazy to do it? Well, behold, the story generator! I used it to make random storys and it's the funniest thing ever! Surprisingly it's also pretty good. So have fun reading my pile of crap!
