Random Short Story Generator

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

Writing Prompt: Song Lyrics

I wrote is a while ago from this prompt: use the lyrics of a song as the basis for your story.

I picked I Don't Even Know Your Name by Shawn Mendes.

(I went in a kind of different direction with this song so... its really weird...)

The Club was loud with people laughing and glasses clinking. The air was dusty and dark. I sat

all alone hunched over the bar feeling out of place. It hadn’t been a good day. I sat head in hands as I waited for my drink. The loud music made my already throbbing headache worse. People danced through the room, they seemed without a are in the world.

My drink had still not come and the music began to slow. People paired off and began to sway. as the swarm of people parted I caught a glimpse of glowing green eyes from across the room. I looked behind and all around me in an awkward manner to be sure her attentive eyes were actually fixed on me.

She was still staring at me, her eyes piercing mine. I rung my hands then uncomfortable stood to leave. She stood as well. Not diverting from her eyes we walked across the floor straight together. I don’t know how it had happened, I had meant to go to the door.

“Shall we dance?” she said as she guided my hand to her hip. She smiled softly. it was a beautiful smile. Childlike, yet sad in a way a child could never know. We started to dance. “I was watching you.” She said bluntly.

“I noticed” It was the only way I could think to respond.

“Please don’t think me rude, it’s just…” She looked away and we her lips with her tongue. “You’re the only one who can help me.”

“Help you?”

“Yes, I’m in grave danger.” Her eyes widened and darted around the room. “I’m being followed, please don’t look.” She said as I began to look around as well.

The slow music had stopped, but we still stood there holding each other in position in the middle of the floor.

“I just don’t understand. How am I supposed to help? Don’t get me wrong I want to help.” I quickly corrected my mistake.

“I can’t give you all the details in present company, but I can tell you this. There is more to you then you know.” She smiled at me as if what she was saying was common knowledge to all but me. As if I were a child in need of reassurance.

“Who are you? I don’t understand anything you are saying!” I was hunched over holding her but her wrists now. My headache, and patience had reached its max. Yet her eyes kept drawing me back in.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to turn.” her voice was so business casual but her eyes filling with tears told a different story. “Promise me you will help.” She whispered into my ear. I nodded. She looked around again, then snapped back to face me. Her breathing quickened. “We don’t have much time. Listen closely.”

“It’s about time you go home, don’t you think?” a gruff voice said from behind me as thick heavy hands landed on my shoulders. before another man had clasped hands on the girl's shoulders. she leaned in close and whispered to me desperation in her voice. “Its with Bolivia” He started to pull her away. She struggled, I yelled, but the crowd engulfed her.

“Don’t you think you should go home as well?” my anger snapped.

“Don’t you touch her!” I shouted as I worked my way from his grip and tried to run after her. But with one swift punch to the face I was out cold.

In a few hours I woke in the back, even more dusty room of the club. Completely disoriented I breathed slowly trying to remember what had happened. There was a girl. We had danced. She was taken from me. She was in trouble. I knew I had to act, and act fast, but I didn’t know where to start. I didn’t know anything about her. I didn’t even know her name. But I did know I would never forget her eyes. I would look forever, I would never stop searching for her. To help her, I was bound to her promise.

-Anna Lynn

My Nickname

I seriously so tired and can't think of anything to talk about tonight so this is when we get really random ;) 

Tonight a story from the life of Anna... 

When I was a wee child my mother wanted to call me Annie. I would always say "No! my name Anna!" So the nickname never stuck. It was my fathers turn to try a nickname. He would call me Anna Lynnster, then it morphed to Anna Lynster Finster. Then just Finster, now its Finst. 

For some reason I let it stick. Its the strangest nickname to try to explain when said in public. I've had people stare at me like "really? you named your child Finst?" (Sorry if any of you out there are really named finst.) 

But at least i've got a nickname right? but no one may call me that besides my father! 

Whats your strangest nickname? Comment below! 

-Anna Lynn

Voldemort is Hitler

Last year I finally finished the Harry Potter series! While reading the books I kept finding comparisons between Voldemort and Hitler. YUP. Here are some of my thoughts...



a Specific group of people are targeted by hypocritical bad guy
- Muggles and Mudbloods targeted by Voldemort (who is a mudblood).
- Jews targeted by Hitler (who had jewish ancestry)

Both... 
- Took over the government.
- has a loyal group of followers who shared their vision for the "Ideal world."

group had well known and feared name for said followers. “Death Eaters” or "Nazis"

Groups also had people who only followed because of fear.

Their justification for doing what they did was because of "superiority"


So ya, now you know the truth. Voldemort is Hitler. I'll let you decide what you do with this information.

-Anna Lynn

The Donkey and The Well

Its been a long and unproductive day for me (not feeling good).  If your day was as bad as mine well here is a story to make you feel better. 

Now listen to this song that goes right along with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfWlot6h_JM

-Anna Lynn