Saturday, May 24, 2014

Off to Deal

I am bailing on you guys again to deal with some work-related things this weekend. So your stop here was not a total waste, I direct you to go and play with this story plot generator, which based on your input or random fills generates a short synopsis for a variety of stories (and cover art, too.) Here's what I got by just going with the random button:


  1. I used to have fun with a Point thriller plot generator - I used to read those books when I was a kid (still do now sometimes), and there was this plot generator where you could input a few details and get a ready-made murder mystery Point-style. :)

  2. This is the most fun I've had all day!!!!
    Here is my short story!
    Busy Philadelphia
    - a short story
    by Cassandra Case

    Abigail Lewis had always loved busy Philadelphia with its hissing, high historic landmarks. It was a place where she felt confident.

    She was a friendly, intelligent, tea drinker with tall eyes and handsome lips. Her friends saw her as a dark, dripping do gooder. Once, she had even revived a dying, grandmother. That's the sort of woman he was.

    Abigail walked over to the window and reflected on her patriotic surroundings. The sun shone like swimming fish.

    Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Michael Remington. Michael was an arrogant hero with short eyes and curvaceous lips.

    Abigail gulped. She was not prepared for Michael.

    As Abigail stepped outside and Michael came closer, she could see the orange glint in his eye.

    Michael glared with all the wrath of 607 witty damaged dog. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want justice."

    Abigail looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the tattered teapot. "Michael, get out of my house," she replied.

    They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two large, lively lizard smiling at a very virtuous holiday, which had rock music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles drinking to the beat.

    Abigail regarded Michael's short eyes and curvaceous lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Abigail with a delighted grin.

    Michael looked relaxed, his emotions blushing like a bewildered, big book.

    Then Michael came inside for a nice cup of tea.


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