Irrelevant, Maybe Even Stupid, But Fun!

byDianeScorpio

18.1K followers

4 years ago

So, as you all know, I am pretty serious-minded when it comes to online businesses and how to improve a website. My blog posts are not Facebook style, but are written to impart useful information. However, on a scorching hot day here in the UK, I thought I would relax a little, and share with you one of my favourite sites that is just for fun! Its a short story generator, whereby you add a few words and it creates something ridiculous for you! Here is an example. (I had to seriously resist the temptation to proofread it and have made no changes!) Have fun!

https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/

"Anthony looked at the weathered sandwich in his hands and felt lonely.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. He had always loved industrial Mansfield with its rapid, raspy rivers. 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 Diane . Diane was a loving writer with fat lips and curvy hands.

Anthony gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a splendid, forgetful, port drinker with short lips and spiky hands. His friends saw him as a jolly, jittery juggler. Once, he had even brought a sturdy kitten back from the brink of death.

But not even a splendid person who had once brought a sturdy kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Diane had in store today.

The rain hammered like eating frogs, making Anthony worried.

As Anthony stepped outside and Diane came closer, he could see the curious glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want equality," Diane bellowed, in a hungry tone. She slammed her fist against Anthony's chest, with the force of 4582 kittens. "I frigging love you, Anthony ."

Anthony looked back, even more worried and still fingering the weathered sandwich. "Diane, d'oh," he replied.

They looked at each other with active feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, kooky koalas dancing at a very caring Halloween party, which had classical music playing in the background and two noble uncles shouting to the beat.

Anthony studied Diane's fat lips and curvy hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you equality," he explained, in pitying tones.

Diane looked stressed, her body raw like a red, robust ruler.

Anthony could actually hear Diane's body shatter into 9618 pieces. Then the loving writer hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of port would calm Anthony's nerves tonight."