OK, maybe this thread is in wrong place, but I don't know. Anyway I found this, http://www.the-elite.net/---/story/ a generator that creates a random story. Post yours! Here is mine:
It all started when our overrated adventurer, Peter Cane, woke up in a imaginery desert. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly concerned, Peter Cane hit a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before the all-seeing eyes of a perpetually displeased diety, he realized that his beloved diary was missing! Immediately he called his fundamentalist, guilt-dispensing friend, King Creepy. Peter Cane had known King Creepy for (plus or minus) 61 years, the majority of which were enchanting ones. King Creepy was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... clueless. Peter Cane called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
King Creepy picked up to a very glad Peter Cane. King Creepy calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies grimace before mating, yet spotted wolf hamsters usually flamboyantly turn red *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Peter Cane. Why was King Creepy trying to distract Peter Cane? Because he had snuck out from Peter Cane's with the diary only eight days prior. It was a eccentric little diary... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Peter Cane got back to the subject at hand: his diary. King Creepy panicked. Relunctantly, King Creepy invited him over, assuring him they'd find the diary. Peter Cane grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, King Creepy realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the diary and he had to do it randomly. He figured that if Peter Cane took the wannabe go-fast Civic, he had take at least four minutes before Peter Cane would get there. But if he took the Giant Tiolet on wheels? Then King Creepy would be really screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, King Creepy was interrupted by six dimwitted Ginger Cats that were lured by his diary. King Creepy shuddered; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling pleased, he randomly reached for his gerbil and aimlessly hit every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Giant Tiolet on wheels rolling up. It was Peter Cane.
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As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Sears to pick up a 12-pack of wolverines, so he knew he was running late. With a inept leap, Peter Cane was out of the Giant Tiolet on wheels and went exotically jaunting toward King Creepy's front door. Meanwhile inside, King Creepy was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the diary into a box of bananas and then slid the box behind his time machine. King Creepy was displeased but at least the diary was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' King Creepy scandalously purred. With a hasty push, Peter Cane opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive genocidal maniac in a noise-polluting import,' he lied. 'It's fine,' King Creepy assured him. Peter Cane took a seat alarmingly close to where King Creepy had hidden the diary. King Creepy shuddered trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Peter Cane was distracted. A few freaknasty minutes later, King Creepy noticed a insensitive look on Peter Cane's face. Peter Cane slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
King Creepy felt a stabbing pain in his kidney when Peter Cane asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the diary right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A dimwitted look started to form on Peter Cane's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet albino cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Peter Cane nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before King Creepy could react, Peter Cane aggressively lunged toward the box and opened it. The diary was plainly in view.
Peter Cane stared at King Creepy for what what must've been eleven nanoseconds. In a tragically predictable turn of events, King Creepy groped sassily in Peter Cane's direction, clearly desperate. Peter Cane grabbed the diary and bolted for the door. It was locked. King Creepy let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Peter Cane,' he rebuked. King Creepy always had been a little selfish, so Peter Cane knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before King Creepy did something crazy, like... start chucking ninja stars at him or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his diary tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
King Creepy looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Peter Cane. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame seven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Peter Cane. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. King Creepy walked over to the window and looked down. Peter Cane was gone.
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Just yonder, Peter Cane was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind King Creepy's place. Peter Cane had severely hurt his fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Ginger Cats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the diary. One by one they latched on to Peter Cane. Already weakened from his injury, Peter Cane yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Ginger Cats running off with his diary.
About seven hours later, Peter Cane awoke, his fingernail throbbing. It was dark and Peter Cane did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious swamp, Peter Cane was very lost. In a tragically predictable turn of events, he remembered that his diary was taken by the Ginger Cats. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a shrunken Ginger Cat emerged from the imaginery desert. It was the alpha Ginger Cat. Peter Cane opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Ginger Cat sunk its teeth into Peter Cane's fingernail. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Peter Cane's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than ten miles away, King Creepy was entombed by anguish over the loss of the diary. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened carrot. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Peter Cane... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the diary that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Ginger Cats, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
