Short Story Generator

bycosmicradio

5.9K followers

7 years ago

You just know I had to look for a Short Story Generator, following the success of my Blog on Poetry Generators.

Lo and behold, they exist!

It's a bit more time-consuming than the Song Generator and the Poetry Generator, but might be something fun to fiddle around with, if you have a few extra minutes.

Here's the unedited version of my computer generated short story...

Kyle had always loved magical somewhere in the Canadian wilds with its low, light lakes. It was a place where he felt happy.

He was a special, admirable, beer drinker with handsome fingers and tall hands. His friends saw him as a regurgitated, rich role model. Once, he had even rescued a xyloid new Affiliate from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Kyle walked over to the window and reflected on his rural surroundings. The wind blew like chatting cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Carson . Carson was a delightful teacher with skinny fingers and charming hands.

Kyle gulped. He was not prepared for Carson.

As Kyle stepped outside and Carson came closer, he could see the tan glint in his eye.

"Look Kyle," growled Carson, with a loving glare that reminded Kyle of delightful horses. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Twitter followers. You owe me 209 gold pieces."

Kyle looked back, even more confident and still fingering the enchanted map. "Carson, we're awesome," he replied.

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two blue-eyed, breakable bears laughing at a very grateful trip to Vegas, which had classical music playing in the background and two splendid uncles talking to the beat.

Kyle regarded Carson's skinny fingers and charming hands. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Carson glared. "Do you want me to shove that enchanted map where the sun don't shine?"

Kyle promptly remembered his special and admirable values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Carson looked sparkly, his wallet blushing like a breezy, bulbous book.

Then Carson came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END

Stay tuned for my new computer-generated Novel! :)