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Mad Squirrel
16-07-2006, 02:37:55
Ok, so I stumbled upon the Bonsai Story Generator (http://www.ncww.org/bonsai.html), plugged in some of my larger story fragments. Most of the gibberish was blah, but there was some cute stuff:

Just one.
One more minute.
One day, a back way,” stated Nora, contritely.
“But I looked down to wait.
This yeti's taste is a story of hair looming between him in the way.
Well, most likely.
I was to do.
I guess I guess I was blindfolded.
And if I really should have.

Well, try, try again, right? I had a little more stuff I could use, just snippets, but it should be enough. So I pasted it in, this and that, a bit of angst and comedy and just random weirdery.

And... um. Um. :eek:

Mad Squirrel
16-07-2006, 02:38:23
So it stop.
Blues, you-- Sometimes, I mean.
I didn't see even the hell out of simple hatred.
Well, Mr.
Quint, thirty-six percent of people polled say they hate you, 'cause you're an all.
Nothing special.
A bit of the blast radius.
No goodbyes.
Then I don't know...
it's sorta...
I do now.
Of course, that's not right.
But if I don't-- well, you've met Francis, you expected better of me?
Really....
I should have winter here?
Don't you think you're nuts, you know her, I can't.
I got the blast radius.
No goodbyes.
Then I am but I can't.
I hate this.
But I should try again.
Footsteps.
It's probably him.
If he sees this, he'll have winter here?
Don't you know how am I got the blast radius.
No time then, either So it is, and screaming....
Why not?
Quite a monster, anyway.
I don't know...
it's sorta...
I should do it, he's proved he should try to lie how am calm!
How are you expected better to kill him.
A bit of simple hatred.
Well, Mr.
Quint, thirty-six percent said, 'Eh?
Who?
I don't know...
it's sorta...
I hate this.
But I can't remember.
Have you do when you're wrong?
...If you seen her?
She had hair like...
oh, I got the truth?
She smelled like oh, I wanted to lie about in lovely patterns, clotting in lovely patterns, clotting in lovely patterns, clotting in lovely patterns, clotting in lovely patterns, clotting in pools, etcetera.
He was keeping them Why not?
Quite a voice.
I couldn't believe I was keeping them off my back, I mean, you're her...
you see a good thing to want someone dead, isn't it?
Even if I killed him it though, really.
May as well.
That's not right.
But I can't remember.
Have you know her.
You and your truth...
arrogant little bitch.
What if you're wrong, eh?
What if you're wrong, eh?
What if you're wrong, eh?
What if you're wrong, eh?
What will you know how am I wish I can't believe they'd kept such things I should try again.
Footsteps.
It's probably him.
If he sees this, he'll have to kill him.
But I can't remember.
Have you know you expected better of me?
Really....
I don't know.
Red.
And that's the blast radius.
No goodbyes.
Then I don't-- well, you've met Francis, you seen her?
She smelled like blood, all properly coppery an' all.
Nothing special.
A world without heroes...
they hate you, 'cause you're an all.
Nothing special.
A small problem.
Suppose he could try again.
Footsteps.
It's probably him.
If he sees this, he'll have killed him dead out of the blast radius.
No goodbyes.
Then I miss her, and....
But...
I don't know Lovely excuse, that I must be contained....
I can't.
I didn't an' I am but I can't.
I hate this.
But I should try again.
Footsteps.
It's probably him.
If you think you're nuts, you do when you're wrong?
...If you do when you're wrong?
...If you seen her?
She smelled like almonds.
Oh, you do when you're wrong?
...If you know how that...
sorry.
She had hair like...
oh, I shouldv'e but a lie, how am I don't-- well, you've met Francis, you do when you're wrong?
...If you know you feeling?
Disturbingly plausible.
And that's the hell out of simple hatred.
Well, Mr.
Quint, thirty-six percent said, 'Eh?
Who?
I don't-- well, you've met Francis, you know her, I don't know you know the truth?
She smelled like blood, all loved ...