Random story generator

I was just bored one day and found random story generator on the internet. To make your own story, click here. Here´s the one created:

Hot Phoenix
A Short Story

Carol May looked at the hairy pan in her hands and felt tired.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved Hot Phoenix with its repulsive, rough restaurants. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel tired.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Paul Rohlstien. Paul was an energetic fox with fair hands and freckled eyes.

Carol gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a greedy, smart, root beer drinker with tall hands and muscular eyes. Her friends saw her as a gifted, gentle Goddess. Once, she had even helped a homely kitten cross the road.

But not even a greedy person who had once helped a homely kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Paul had in store today.

The hail pounded like eating lizards, making Carol amused.

As Carol stepped outside and Paul came closer, she could see the stingy glint in his eye.

Paul gazed with the affection of 7180 loyal prickly pigs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Free pizza."

Carol looked back, even more amused and still fingering the hairy pan. "Paul, why do I like you again?" she replied.

They looked at each other with excited feelings, like two scattered, sad snakes dreaming at a very funny anniversary, which had pop music playing in the background and two stubborn uncles speaking to the beat.

Carol regarded Paul's fair hands and freckled eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Carol with a delighted grin.

Paul looked depressed, his emotions blushing like a brave, beautiful book.

Then Paul came inside for a nice drink of root beer.

THE END

The Storm that Teased like Clawing Cats
A Short Story
by bunbun

Boarstar looked at the rough den in his hands and felt furious.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his cat filled surroundings. He had always loved blood-stained ThunderClan camp with its tricky, teeny-tiny trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel furious.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sharpstar . Sharpstar was a courageous brute with huge paws and sleek furred tail.

Boarstar gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a huge, scarred, the enemy's blood drinker with massive paws and brown tabby tail. His friends saw him as a grieving, gentle guardian. Once, he had even revived a dying, young kit.

But not even a huge person who had once revived a dying, young kit, was prepared for what Sharpstar had in store today.

The storm teased like clawing cats, making Boarstar angry.

As Boarstar stepped outside and Sharpstar came closer, he could see the happy glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," Sharpstar bellowed, in a vicious tone. She slammed her fist against Boarstar's chest, with the force of 1134 mice. "I frigging hate you, Boarstar ."

Boarstar looked back, even more angry and still fingering the rough den. "Sharpstar, you will never take my forest," he replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two bored, bad birds slashing at a very thoughtful war, which had viking metal music playing in the background and two remarkable uncles growling to the beat.

Suddenly, Sharpstar lunged forward and tried to punch Boarstar in the face. Quickly, Boarstar grabbed the rough den and brought it down on Sharpstar's skull.

Sharpstar's huge paws trembled and her sleek furred tail wobbled. She looked unstable, her body raw like a fluttering, flaky fresh-kill.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Sharpstar was dead.

Boarstar went back inside and made himself a nice drink of the enemy's blood.

THE END

THIS SHOULD BE CANNON

Our Bloody Bloody turnip Love
By Specklefang's Angsty LitterA Love Song For War
This one's for you Lady War!

My love for you is like the most bloody bloody turnip,
Your face reminds me of bloody bloody cats,
Together, we are like blood and blood.

Oh darling War,
My bloody bloody turnip,
My bloody bloody potatoes,
The perfect companion to my blood soul.

Blood are red,
Blue blood are blue,
I like blood,
But not as much as I love bleeding with you!

Oh darling War,
Your blood are like bloody dead bodies on a leaf-bare day,
You're like the most bloody Clan leader to ever walk graveyard.

Your bloody bloody cat face,
Your blood soul,
Your bloody blood,
Your bloody Clan leader being...

How could I look at another when our bloody bloody turnip love is so strong?

I love you Lady War!

I still am not sure what to think of this. It's so wrong....but SO RIGHT


Two Energetic Uncles Hopping to the Beat
A Short Story
by P.U. Buttsmell
Jack Goff looked at the giant hawk in his hands and felt jumpy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his infested surroundings. He had always loved urban Liverpool with its perfect, powerless parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Harry Weiner. Harry was an admirable author with curvy feet and ruddy fingers.

Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, predatory, whiskey drinker with dirty feet and spiky fingers. His friends saw him as a grotesque, gentle god. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a dry chicken.

But not even a brave person who had once made a cup of tea for a dry chicken, was prepared for what Harry had in store today.

The clouds danced like drinking toads, making Jack afraid.

As Jack stepped outside and Harry came closer, he could see the evil glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want peace," Harry bellowed, in a creepy tone. He slammed his fist against Jack's chest, with the force of 9912 giraffes. "I frigging hate you, Jack Goff."

Jack looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the giant hawk. "Harry, hands up or I'll shoot," he replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two proud, pretty puppies boating at a very tactless engagement party, which had classical music playing in the background and two energetic uncles hopping to the beat.

Jack studied Harry's curvy feet and ruddy fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you peace," he explained, in pitying tones.

Harry looked delighted, his body raw like a bloody, bad book.

Jack could actually hear Harry's body shatter into 6382 pieces. Then the admirable author hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Jack's nerves tonight.

THE END

what have i done


Moody Twistedtail

A Short Story
by Twisted

Twistedtail looked at the smooth mice in her hands and felt sad.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her hot surroundings. She had always loved calm Windclan Camp with its ripe, resonant rabbits. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Heatherstripe . Heatherstripe was a medium-furred angel with stocky tail and green eyes muzzle.
Twistedtail gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a moody, rejecting, water drinker with tall tail and siamese-tabby muzzle. Her friends saw her as a tender, tame traumatized cat. Once, she had even helped a striped baby hare cross the road.
But not even a moody person who had once helped a striped baby hare cross the road, was prepared for what Heatherstripe had in store today.
The sun shone like hunting cats, making Twistedtail angry.
As Twistedtail stepped outside and Heatherstripe came closer, she could see the vain glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want be a better mother," Heatherstripe bellowed, in a traumatized tone. She slammed her fist against Twistedtail's chest, with the force of 3578 ant. "I frigging hate you, Twistedtail ."
Twistedtail looked back, even more angry and still fingering the smooth mice. "Heatherstripe, I hate you," she replied.
They looked at each other with violent feelings, like two broad, better bird resting at a very siamese napping, which had death music playing in the background and two tabby uncles hating to the beat.
Suddenly, Heatherstripe lunged forward and tried to punch Twistedtail in the face. Quickly, Twistedtail grabbed the smooth mice and brought it down on Heatherstripe's skull.
Heatherstripe's stocky tail trembled and her green eyes muzzle wobbled. She looked calm, her body raw like a combative, curved clouds.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Heatherstripe was dead.
Twistedtail went back inside and made herself a nice drink of water.
THE END 

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SUn paw looked at the rippled hat in her hands and felt fantacular.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her smelly surroundings. She had always loved tall THunderclan TEritorry with its tiny, tart trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel fantacular.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of SPeckle fang. SPeckle was a thoughtless anime protagonist with ruddy tail and wobbly ears.

SUn gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a predatory, loving, wATER drinker with ugly tail and pointy ears. Her friends saw her as a comfortable, clumsy cow. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a foolish uncle.

But not even a predatory person who had once made a cup of tea for a foolish uncle, was prepared for what SPeckle had in store today.

The sunny teased like running dogs, making SUn plain old hangry.

As SUn stepped outside and SPeckle came closer, she could see the shy glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want to be the very best," SPeckle bellowed, in a spiteful tone. She slammed her fist against SUn's chest, with the force of 4230 rabbits. "I frigging love you, SUn paw."

SUn looked back, even more plain old hangry and still fingering the rippled hat. "SPeckle, I am kool,," she replied.

They looked at each other with awkwardly positive feelings, like two hard, harsh hamsters sitting at a very bold accident, which had reggae music playing in the background and two hopeful uncles cooking to the beat.

Suddenly, SPeckle lunged forward and tried to punch SUn in the face. Quickly, SUn grabbed the rippled hat and brought it down on SPeckle's skull.

SPeckle's ruddy tail trembled and his wobbly ears wobbled. She looked grumpy-wumpy, her body raw like a shivering, sharp sandwich.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later SPeckle fang was dead.

SUn paw went back inside and made herself a nice drink of wATER.

THE END

Mean Tigerstar
A Short Story

Tigerstar was thinking about Redtail again. Redtail was a bad devil with sleek legs and dark nose.

Tigerstar walked over to the window and reflected on his shiny surroundings. He had always loved silent Sunningrocks with its tart, tall the river. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a bad figure of Redtail .

Tigerstar gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a mean, cruel, blood drinker with brown legs and tabby nose. His friends saw him as a dead, deafening devil. Once, he had even helped a fair pack of dogs cross the road.

But not even a mean person who had once helped a fair pack of dogs cross the road, was prepared for what Redtail had in store today.

The air teased like fighting foxes, making Tigerstar proud. Tigerstar grabbed a smooth stone that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Tigerstar stepped outside and Redtail came closer, he could see the frail smile on his face.

"I am here because I want to know the truth," Redtail bellowed, in an evil tone. He slammed his fist against Tigerstar's chest, with the force of 4177 dogs. "I frigging hate you, Tigerstar ."

Tigerstar looked back, even more proud and still fingering the smooth stone. "Redtail, here is the truth! Die!" he replied.

They looked at each other with hungry feelings, like two brawny, blushing badgers biting at a very heartless battle, which had pokemon music playing in the background and two scary uncles killing to the beat.

Suddenly, Redtail lunged forward and tried to punch Tigerstar in the face. Quickly, Tigerstar grabbed the smooth stone and brought it down on Redtail's skull.

Redtail's sleek legs trembled and his dark nose wobbled. He looked scared, his body raw like a ripe, roasted rock.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Redtail was dead.

Tigerstar went back inside and made himself a nice drink of blood.

THE END

Oh, I also made a Tigerstar story XD

Witty Tigerstar

Tigerstar looked at the ripped twig in his hands and felt sad.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his peaceful surroundings. He had always loved windy Fourtrees with its troubled, tough trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Firestar . Firestar was a clever lion with handsome paws and strong legs.

Tigerstar gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a witty, brave, blood drinker with matted paws and big legs. His friends saw him as a troubled, tough tiger. Once, he had even helped a sad kit cross the road.

But not even a witty person who had once helped a sad kit cross the road, was prepared for what Firestar had in store today.

The rain hammered like fighting dogs, making Tigerstar confident.

As Tigerstar stepped outside and Firestar came closer, he could see the unnatural glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," Firestar bellowed, in a strong tone. He slammed his fist against Tigerstar's chest, with the force of 22 birds. "I frigging hate you, Tigerstar ."

Tigerstar looked back, even more confident and still fingering the ripped twig. "Firestar, I will kill you in StarClan," he replied.

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two crazy, creepy cats running at a very powerful battle, which had rock music playing in the background and two sinister uncles yowling to the beat.

Tigerstar studied Firestar's handsome paws and strong legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," he explained, in pitying tones.

Firestar looked angered, his body raw like a lively, lovely leaf.

Tigerstar could actually hear Firestar's body shatter into 1474 pieces. Then the clever lion hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of blood would calm Tigerstar's nerves tonight.

THE END

This isn´t using the plot generator, but using the character name generator I got human names for my characters.

Nutpaw -> Adeline Alpin

Nectarleap -> Charles Myers

Curlypaw -> Myra Williams

Shrewpaw -> Brian Bell