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    I used a story generator.

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    On 6/13/2019 at 9:01 AM, Swayl said:

    The rain hammered like partying dogs, making Trent calm. Trent grabbed a giant banana that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

    this part made me laugh

    Words cannot describe how beautiful that quote is.

     

    I used a story generator.

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    14 minutes ago, Swayl said:

    Trent was thinking about Tox again. Tox was an energetic king with skinny eyebrows and fat thighs.

    Trent walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always hated old-fashioned Minehut HQ with its loud, leaking Lots of Computer. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

    Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an energetic figure of Tox .

     Trent gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a noble, popular, tea drinker with short eyebrows and fragile thighs. His friends saw him as a quaint, quirky queen. Once, he had even revived a dying, kitten.

    But not even a noble person who had once revived a dying, kitten, was prepared for what Tox had in store today.

    The rain hammered like partying dogs, making Trent calm. Trent grabbed a giant banana that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

    As Trent stepped outside and Tox came closer, he could see the shredded glint in his eye.

    Tox glared with all the wrath of 3988 incredible hollow hamsters. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want revenge."

     Trent looked back, even more calm and still fingering the giant banana. "Tox, I hate you and all your works," he replied.

    They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two shaggy, squealing snakes loving at a very violent party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles talking to the beat.

    Trent regarded Tox's skinny eyebrows and fat thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Trent with a delighted grin.

    Tox looked relaxed, his emotions blushing like a successful, scary sausage.

    Then Tox came inside for a nice cup of tea.

    THE END

     

    Heres my result lmao!

    Beautiful. Truly beautiful.

    I used a story generator.

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    Today, I decided that I should take Micheal and Trent and insert them in a story generator. This was the result of the information I put in. The only things I inserted into the blanks it asked for were their names, the part where it tells Micheal to go away, and the name Minehut. Everything else I just clicked suggest and moved on. I didn't fix any grammatical errors as I wanted to give you this in it's pure form. Also J Swizzle is now my pen name.

    P.S. All the opinions of them in this story are not mine and are just what the generator said. Micheal and Trent, you rock.


    Two Thoughtful Uncles Thinking to the Beat

    Two Thoughtful Uncles Thinking to the Beat

    A Short Story
    by J swizzle

    Trent had always loved wonderful Minehut with its proud, puny players. It was a place where he felt happy.

    He was an annoying, lovable, milk drinker with large arms and red legs. His friends saw him as a great, grubby god. Once, he had even helped an awful Micheal cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

    Trent walked over to the window and reflected on his occasionally laggy surroundings. The rain hammered like running ostrich.

    Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Micheal. Micheal was a brave animal with wobbly arms and fragile legs.

    Trent gulped. He was not prepared for Micheal.

    As Trent stepped outside and Micheal came closer, he could see the faffdorking glint in his eye.

    Micheal gazed with the affection of 503 loyal leaking lizards. He said, in hushed tones, "I want hug."

    Trent looked back, even more eager and still touching the sticky table. "Micheal, go away," he replied.

    They looked at each other with confused feelings, like two teeny-tiny, thirsty turtles hating at a very aggressive Trent's birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles thinking to the beat.

    Trent regarded Micheal's wobbly arms and fragile legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Trent with a delighted grin.

    Micheal looked sad, his emotions blushing like an unrealistic, united U.S. Library of Congress.

    Then Micheal came inside for a nice drink of milk.

    THE END 
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