You know how I said I would write more when I had a plot idea? Well this ain't it. However I decided to use an online story creator to get some ideas. The basic idea is you put in names, adjectives and nouns. However... the story I got was so terrible I decided I had to share it. I didn't want to spam up the BBT page so I just added it to this one.

Bernadette Rostenkowski had always loved small 4b with its cooperative, cruel couch. It was a place where she felt cross.

She was a scary, short, wine drinker with tiny arms and blonde breasts. Her friends saw her as a magnificent, misty mouse. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a boiled snowflake. That's the sort of woman he was.

Bernadette walked over to the window and reflected on her colourful surroundings. The rain hammered like running mouse.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Penny . Penny was a brave fire with pretty arms and bespectacled breasts.

Bernadette gulped. She was not prepared for Penny.

As Bernadette stepped outside and Penny came closer, she could see the inquisitive smile on her face.

Penny gazed with the affection of 697 thoughtful great gorilla. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Bernadette looked back, even more loving and still fingering the bright couch. "Penny, you must think I was born-yesterday," she replied.

They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two chubby, clever cat hugging at a very giving zombie apocalypse, which had pop music playing in the background and two bold uncles kissing to the beat.

Bernadette studied Penny's pretty arms and bespectacled breasts. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Bernadette in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Penny."

Penny looked lonely, her emotions raw like a scattered, spluttering shoe.

Bernadette could actually hear Penny's emotions shatter into 6720 pieces. Then the brave fire hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of wine would calm Bernadette's nerves tonight.


Tell me your favourite line. I'm partial to "Penny gazed with the affection of 697 thoughtful great gorilla" or "Penny was a brave fire with pretty arms and bespectacled breasts."