Ok so I was looking up articles about short story writing and I came across this
Short Story Generator so I just had to try it and here's how it turned out...
(Oh its a british site apparently so some of the things are really weird and british.)
Title: The Squidgy Teapot
May Butterscotch looked at the squidgy teapot in her hands and felt concerned.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her cosy surroundings. She had always loved deprived Upper Boggington with its ugliest, uneven umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel concerned.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Forest Trescothik. Forest was a funny queen with wobbly elbows and squat spots.
May gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a hungry, scheming, squash drinker with vast elbows and charming spots.
Her friends say her as a eggy, evil elephant. Once, she had even helped a crispy injured bird recover from a flying accident.
But not even a hungry person who had once helped a crispy injured bird recover rom a flying accident was prepared for what Forest had in store today.
The drizzle rained like walking foxes, making may unstable.
As May stepped outside and forest came closer, she could see the queenlike glint in his eyes. Forest glared with all the wrath of 5038 admirable resonant rabbits. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you, and I want a pencil."
May looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the squidgy teapot. "Forest, get out of my house." She replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two flabby, few foxes chatting at a very snotting Valentines meal, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two lovable uncles hopping to the beat.
May studies Forests wobbly elbows and squat spots. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." began May in apologetic tones, "But i don't feel the same way, and i never will. I just don't hate you Forest."
Forest looked lonely, his emotions raw like a tense, terrible torch. May could actually gear forests emotions shatter into 2503 pieces, Then the funny queen hurried away into the distance. Not even a beaker of squash would calm May's nerves tonight.
THE END
Try making your own if you want a laugh!
-Anna Lynn