This generator will have many different blurbs, scenes, and styles of stories never made. Maybe these will spark your imagination. HAVE FUN!!
The silent touch of the cold, mixed with the harsh sleet and freezing rain, gave me the notion -not for the first time, that I might not make it out of here. The night pushed the sun down into the horizon, and blanketed the fields with darkness and shadow. Why I was here, I can't remember, how to get out, I must find.
The deep malcontent inside his body was very evident. The way he moved, the way he swung his sword while practicing. He was itching for a good fight. A bloody fight. Sooner than anyone else hoped for, a battle did come, and it came, hard.
The sun rose, slowly but steadily, up to the sky. The Earth was warmed from the cold night past, and the world awoke. Birds chirped and sung, the flowers opened their blossoms, happily welcoming the new dawn. The memories from the night, soon passed with the shadows, as light once again appeared in the forest.
The sea roared it's angry head up, higher than the our tiny boat, making the pouring hail seem better than this. The wind was so strong, it pierced our coats with buying cold. Hope dwindled with the light. Our time in this Earth, was seemingly coming to an end.
The way she stalked into the dark room caused the children to shiver. They had never met anyone like her before.
Common.
What an odd word.
Meant to describe the normal, boring, and sometimes bland. But not always...
Here, in a world where to be common is to be envied, nothing for sure is certain.
The gifted, as we like to call them, are now what's common. Everyone has powers in their blood, now.
But to be uncommon?
That is more interesting. Not many have no powers, or special abilities now, so to be free of the unnatural is a thing to praise.
The Butterfly.
That little white insect that brings us all to sorrow. Our children follow the butterfly with the greatest cheerfulness and wonder, only to come to their doom. We have lost all due to that vile being. That thing which traps your mind if you have upon it. That awful creature that bids is nothing but grief.
That, which is, the Butterfly.
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Idea Generator 1.0
RandomThinking of random titles helps me find a story to go along with it, and seeing certain things help my imagination to kick start. Maybe that's the case with you, or maybe you have come to just see the really random things I think of. Could be both...
