generic fanfiction generator

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Saw Kelly Kissing Santa Claus

Dawson woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one Endless box that looked like a Car.

Then Dawson noticed that Kelly was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.

Dawson thought that he would surprise Kelly. Maybe even sneak up behind him and Lick him on his Duldrums Penis. That always made Kelly Breaking.

Dawson crept Roughly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its Colorful lights, and the presents, heaped up Amply, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Kelly. Kissing someone.

Dawson was so angry, he picked up a Easy Bake Oven from a table and threw it Frisky on a magical dragon.

They both looked around.

"Kelly, you Pie Hawk!" Dawson yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Dawson looked and then rubbed his Ear and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Kelly said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a Doomful kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Dawson said Briskly. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be Cherish."

That seemed reasonable. Dawson went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, Threw Up like drunk person on happy hour.. He made Dawson's Mouth feel all Gloomy.

"You see?" Kelly said Forcefully and Dawson saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.


I just put random words.

Wow...

 

I'm Dreaming Of A Wet Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Ash sat wastefully in the living room, sipping hard eggnog.

He looked at the boring manga hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Sam had hung it there, just before they looked at each other carefully and then fell into each other's arms and covered each other's toe.

If only I hadn't been so watery, Ash thought, pouring a short amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Sam might not have got so red and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a tasty tear and held his nostril in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a firey voice lifted neautifully up in song.


I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas

Just like a rabbit on LSD



Ash ran to the door. It was Sam, looking hungry all over with snow.

"I missed you perfectly," Sam said. "And I wanted to cover your toe again."

Ash hugged Sam and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Sam said.

"I think so too," Ash said and they covered each other's toe until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted bat coccyx and lived quickly until Ash got drunk again.

 

I can't stop.

 

That's what she said. c:

 

The Cute Stranger

The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Amber strode along the path, making for Beautiful Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, she carried the Silly Cup, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Arm.

A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave her warning and she drew her awesome computer just in time to face the pretty man who flew at her with such grace that she was almost dazzled.

The man struck angrily, and Amber barely raised her computer to meet the attack. They fought long and awkwardly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.

At last, Amber found herself forced to one knee, the man's computer pressed to her delicious brain. "I am DF of Beautiful Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Silly Cup. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you with a hammer."

But Amber had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up her computer with a twist, overpowered DF and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Amber said, looking down upon him.

DF's toe shimmered like a super special awesome thing that has no name in the English language. "I have underestimated you, Amber. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."

Amber's desire was enflamed. Her brain throbbed and all her thoughts were to tickle DF like a cat. Amber caressed DF's high toe and he responded. They came together noisily, and their joining was as weird as their battle, and also much louder.

"Ah, my sweet spoon!" Amber groaned and tickled DF as lovingly as she could.

"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh," Amber said. "That's where I put the Silly Cup for safekeeping. Sorry."

When they had finished their romp, they drowsed strangely on the grass, forgetful of all but their blue love. "We will stay together forever," DF said, and they began all over again.

And so it was that the Wizard Arm never got the Silly Cup and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.

(I lol'd so hard. XD I decided to refresh the page. This is what happened.)

To Strangely Tickle

Amber and DF were celebrating a beautiful Valentine's Day together. Amber had cooked an awesome dinner and they ate with a hammer by candlelight.

"My darling," DF said, stroking Amber's arm, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Amber. "It is but a blue token of my weird love."

Amber opened the box. Inside was a delicious spoon! She gazed at it angrily. Then she gazed at DF angrily. "It's high," Amber said. "Come here and let me tickle you."

Just then, a cute crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a super special awesome thing that has no name in the English language. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a silly voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

DF read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."

They stared at each other awkwardly as the crone cackled some more. Amber's brain began to tremble. Then DF shrugged, pulled out a cup, and hit the crone on her toe. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Amber said and kissed DF noisily. "This is a pretty Valentine's Day!"

They lovingly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they tickled each other all night long.

(Why does it keep making me try to tickle him? o_O)​

 

o: seriously though read it.

it has Star Wars. :D

Oh lord Amber:
Amber caressed DF's high toe and he responded. They came together noisily, and their joining was as weird as their battle, and also much louder.

"Ah, my sweet spoon!" Amber groaned and tickled DF as lovingly as she could.

 

The Battle For The Forge

In the stream, Ferghus stroked his forge. He had been busy with the forge for hours and now wanted nothing more than a wet cuddle or a hard massage from his lover Tracy.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his rough Tracy appeared at the door, grinning hastily.

"Put down the forge," Tracy said gaily. "Unless you want me to stroke that forge on your legs."

Ferghus put down the forge. He was hairy. He had never seen Tracy so missing before and it made him sexy.

Tracy picked up the forge, then withdrew a dinosaur from his spleen. "Don't be so hairy," Tracy said with a missing grimace. "An ostrich bit my penis this morning, and everything became tiny. Now with this forge and this dinosaur I can gaily rule the world!"

Ferghus clutched his warm penis fantastically. This was his lover, his rough Tracy, now staring at him with a missing spleen.

"Fight it!" Ferghus shouted. "The ostrich just wants the forge for his own rough devices! He doesn't love you, not the wet way I do!"

Ferghus could see Tracy trembling fantastically. Ferghus reached out his legs and touched Tracy's spleen gaily. He was rough, so rough, but he knew only his warm love for Tracy would break the ostrich's spell.

Sure enough, Tracy dropped the forge with a thunk. "Oh, Ferghus," he squealed. "I'm so wet, can you ever forgive me?"

But Ferghus had already moved in the stream. Like rabbits, he pressed his legs into Tracy's spleen. And as they fell together in a tiny fit of love, the forge lay on the floor, sexy and forgotten.

 

I cant stop laughing at this..Oh god.


The Laughing Stranger

The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Ma-lee strode along the path, making for Loving Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Basking Knife, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Penis.

A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his touring pie just in time to face the caring man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.

The man struck bloated, and Ma-lee barely raised his pie to meet the attack. They fought long and husklily until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.

At last, Ma-lee found himself forced to one knee, the man's pie pressed to his actions hand. "I am Aman of Loving Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Basking Knife. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you on a rainbow."

But Ma-lee had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his pie with a twist, overpowered Aman and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Ma-lee said, looking down upon him.

Aman's mouth shimmered like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land. "I have underestimated you, Ma-lee. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."

Ma-lee's desire was enflamed. His hand throbbed and all his thoughts were to Lick Aman like a Loch Ness Monster. Ma-lee caressed Aman's sucking mouth and he responded. They came together hitting, and their joining was as futile as their battle, and also much louder.

"Ah, my sweet bathroom!" Ma-lee groaned and Licking Aman as bothering as he could.

"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh," Ma-lee said. "That's where I put the Basking Knife for safekeeping. Sorry."

When they had finished their romp, they drowsed punish on the grass, forgetful of all but their stroking love. "We will stay together forever," Aman said, and they began all over again.

And so it was that the Wizard Penis never got the Basking Knife and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.

 

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mine ended with me dying. That was sad. Stupid Lion. lol...

someone placed their lips on my butt though. lol


but then again it's just a mad-lib. Some of this doesn't make sense

really sucks

 

The first line had me laughing way too hard. xDDDDDDD

 

Following since that's all I know how to do. Self insert for the apparent win.

 

*laughs evilly*

 

I think I lol'd at mine for a good five minutes.

 

Well, that was interesting...

 

I heart Madlibs.

 

The Starry Terror Of The Snow

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Jake and Lana went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Jake hit Lana in her tooth with a big slow iceball. It hurt a lot, but Jake kissed it strangely and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really musical snow man!" Jake said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Lana said. "That would be more stupid and politically correct."

"I know," Jake said. "We can make a snow puppy. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

So they rolled the snow up stupidly and made a cute snow puppy. Jake put on a boat for the earlobe. The puppy was almost as big as Lana.

"It looks fast," Jake said huskily. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Lana said and held up a lovely chair. "I found this under the sea." She put the chair onto the puppy's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the puppy, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon on a warm sunny day.

Lana screamed cutesy and ran but the snow puppy chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow puppy slaughtered her Roxas-ish.

"Nobody does that to my little Idiotic Bed," Jake screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow puppy through the eye. It fell down and Jake kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

"You saved me!" Lana said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

The chair lay in the yard until a squishy child picked it up and took it home.


O.o, I couldn't think of words so I used "Roxas-ish"