I found a writing site that creates short stories, movie scripts, fairy tales, story ideas, opening lines, twists, and a few other things for you by simply filling out some quick info. You can also create blurbs for various genres which might actually prove to be quite helpful. It’s like the old computer mad libs games where you create outlandish stories.
Of course, just like I did when I was a kid, I tried this out by creating a very ridiculous story. A quick FYI, though. It doesn’t seem to allow swear words or overtly dirty language. Apparently this is supposed to be used as a serious means to come up with story ideas. Or maybe not, I didn’t investigate it in much detail. I think kids would have a blast with this, though, and it might even spark their interest in writing. Much like name generators (which this has, too) you might actually find this to be a helpful tool for times when you get stuck on something or need an idea. Or you could just dick around like I did.
If you’re interested, you can try it out yourself HERE.
Below is the story it came up for me. Enjoy!
Two Incredible Uncles Humping to the Beat
A Short Story
by Hung Lo
Joe Blow had always loved weird Dickburgh with its orange, ordinary ocean. It was a place where he felt furious.
He was a hungry, arrogant, coffee drinker with tall butt and skinny face. His friends saw him as a calm, colorful clown. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a shallow old dog. That’s the sort of man he was.
Joe walked over to the window and reflected on his sticky surroundings. The snow flurried like an eating panda.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ham Blaster. Ham was a remarkable douche with a stinky butt and a hairy face.
Joe gulped. He was not prepared for Ham.
As Joe stepped outside and Ham came closer, he could see the excited smile on his face.
Ham glared with all the wrath of 6154 ruthless eager elk. He said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want money.”
Joe looked back, even more glad and still fingering the shiny pan. “Ham, you smell,” he replied.
They looked at each other with horny feelings, like two deep, deadly ducks fighting at a very violent football game, which had jazz music playing in the background and two incredible uncles humping to the beat.
Joe regarded Ham’s stinky butt and hairy face. “I feel the same way!” revealed Joe with a delighted grin.
Ham looked ravenous, his emotions blushing like a poor, purring phone.
Then Ham came inside for a nice cup of coffee.