So I wanted to write (or rather attempt to write) a story, So I was like "Lets find prompts to write!"

The result was finding a story generator, and here it is:

Two Intelligent Uncles Singing to the Beat
A Short Story
by Cupid

Una Walker was thinking about Doris Parker again. Doris was a snotty elephant with tall spots and curvaceous fingers.

Una walked over to the window and reflected on her grey surroundings. She had always loved hilly Exeter with its open, obnoxious oceans. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel barmy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a snotty figure of Doris Parker.

Una gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a caring, arrogant, port drinker with pointy spots and squat fingers. Her friends saw her as a mammoth, mighty muppet. Once, she had even brought a snotacular injured bird back from the brink of death.

But not even a caring person who had once brought a snotacular injured bird back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Doris had in store today.

The clouds danced like shouting guppies, making Una sleepy. Una grabbed a tattered hat that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Una stepped outside and Doris came closer, she could see the clumsy glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want some more Twitter followers," Doris bellowed, in a tight-fisted tone. She slammed her fist against Una's chest, with the force of 871 maggots. "I frigging love you, Una Walker."

Una looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the tattered hat. "Doris, eat my shorts," she replied.

They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two knobbly, knowledgeable kittens eating at a very controlling Halloween party, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles singing to the beat.

Suddenly, Doris lunged forward and tried to punch Una in the face. Quickly, Una grabbed the tattered hat and brought it down on Doris's skull.

Doris's tall spots trembled and her curvaceous fingers wobbled. She looked fuzzy, her body raw like a perfect, prickly piano.

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

Una Walker went back inside and made herself a nice glass of port.

THE END

...

That was a thing.

Next is:

The Rain that Hammered like Bopping Dogs
A Short Story
by Cupid

Mike Ferguson was thinking about Cameron Sweet again. Cameron was a greedy queen with wide eyebrows and tall eyebrows.

Mike walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved rural Manchester with its broad, beautiful beaches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel fuzzy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a greedy figure of Cameron Sweet.

Mike gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cold-blooded, patient, beer drinker with ruddy eyebrows and handsome eyebrows. His friends saw him as an alive, ashamed animal. Once, he had even brought a snotacular disabled person back from the brink of death.

But not even a cold-blooded person who had once brought a snotacular disabled person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Cameron had in store today.

The rain hammered like bopping dogs, making Mike ambivalent. Mike grabbed a solid torch that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Mike stepped outside and Cameron came closer, he could see the clumsy glint in his eye.

Cameron gazed with the affection of 7668 sinister difficult dogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."

Mike looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the solid torch. "Cameron, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.

They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two concerned, clear cats thinking at a very helpful carol service, which had classical music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles eating to the beat.

Mike regarded Cameron's wide eyebrows and tall eyebrows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Mike with a delighted grin.

Cameron looked ecstatic, his emotions blushing like a bad, brainy blade.

Then Cameron came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END

That was special....truly special....

Finally:

The Rain that Hammered like Swimming Snakes
A Short Story
by Cupid

Mark Williams was thinking about Michelle Chen again. Michelle was a deranged author with fluffy fingers and wide warts.

Mark walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. He had always loved derelict Truro with its helpful, hollow hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a deranged figure of Michelle Chen.

Mark gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intelligent, hungry, tea drinker with blonde fingers and wide warts. His friends saw him as a jealous, jittery juggler. Once, he had even brought a snotacular old man back from the brink of death.

But not even an intelligent person who had once brought a snotacular old man back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Michelle had in store today.

The rain hammered like swimming snakes, making Mark sad. Mark grabbed a tiny kettle that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Mark stepped outside and Michelle came closer, he could see the clumsy glint in her eye.

"Look Mark," growled Michelle, with a cowardly glare that reminded Mark of deranged donkeys. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a pencil. You owe me 4055 euros."

Mark looked back, even more sad and still fingering the tiny kettle. "Michelle, oh my God they killed Kenny," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two rabblesnatching, ratty rabbits drinking at a very down to earth bar mitzvah, which had classical music playing in the background and two controlling uncles laughing to the beat.

Mark regarded Michelle's fluffy fingers and wide warts. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Michelle glared. "Do you want me to shove that tiny kettle where the sun don't shine?"

Mark promptly remembered his intelligent and hungry values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Michelle looked angry, her wallet blushing like a teeny-tiny, tiny torch.

Then Michelle came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END 

Beauty.

That's all that was...

May my love lead the way~

C.A💖