Hey there! On this "lovely" website, I found a story generator! You get to fill in the blanks. It's madlibs 2.0!
https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/
Check it out! It's so great! I'll be doing this MUCH more! Here's my first!
The Snow that Flurried like Running Dogs
A Short Story
Chad Thomas had always hated crowded Texas with its hilarious, huge hills. It was a place where he felt relaxed.
He was a forgetful, funny, squash drinker with sticky toenails and chubby ankles. His friends saw him as a wicked, wooden writer. Once, he had even rescued an annoying chicken from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.
Chad walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. The snow flurried like running dogs.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Chloe Ferguson. Chloe was a greedy deity with handsome toenails and beautiful ankles.
Chad gulped. He was not prepared for Chloe.
As Chad stepped outside and Chloe came closer, he could see the runny smile on her face.
Chloe gazed with the affection of 7574 selfish hissing horses. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Twitter followers."
Chad looked back, even more confident and still fingering the spotty kettle. "Chloe, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two knobby, klutzy kittens bopping at a very rude dinner party, which had indie music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles laughing to the beat.
Chad studied Chloe's handsome toenails and beautiful ankles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Chad in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Chloe."
Chloe looked concerned, her emotions raw like a grim, gleaming guillotine.
Chad could actually hear Chloe's emotions shatter into 4411 pieces. Then the greedy deity hurried away into the distance.
Not even a beaker of squash would calm Chad's nerves tonight.
THE END
