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I like wordplay toys that blow the cobwebs off my brain. Try this fan fiction generator and see what stories you can come up with. :) Once you fill in the blanks and submit it, it creates a story, incorporating them all.

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lol Look what I got it so funny.

A Car In Time

On a humor and romantic morning, Jes sat on the tree. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her lip ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Devon to love someone with a mysterious stomach?

Greedily, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a beautiful regretful toy, all on a summer's day. I wish my Devon would punch me, in his own stealth way..."

"Do you?" Devon sat down beside Jes and put his hand on Jes's leg. "I think that could be arranged."

Jes gasped gently. "But what about my mysterious stomach?"

"I like it," Devon said obnoxiou. "I think it's painful."

They came together and their kiss was as if watching like a sentinel.

"I love you," Jes said weakly.

"I love you too," Devon replied and punched her.

They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived wildly ever after.
These are so funny

The Romantic Terror Of The Snow

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Devon and Jes went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Devon hit Jes in her stomach with a big mysterious iceball. It hurt a lot, but Devon kissed it wildly and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really deadly snow man!" Devon said.

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

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

So they rolled the snow up weakly and made a painful snow cat. Devon put on a town for the leg. The cat was almost as big as Jes.

"It looks stealth," Devon said gently. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Jes said and held up a loveingly car. "I found this on the tree." She put the car onto the cat's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cat, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl as if watching like a sentinel.

Jes screamed greedily and ran but the snow cat chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cat punched her obnoxiou.

"Nobody does that to my little Humor Toy," Devon screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cat through the lip. It fell down and Devon kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

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

The car lay in the yard until a beautiful child picked it up and took it home.
This is awesome!!!
The Stealth Stranger

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

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

The man struck wildly, and Jes barely raised her car to meet the attack. They fought long and weakly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.

At last, Jes found herself forced to one knee, the man's car pressed to her romantic stomach. "I am Devon of Painful Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Deadly Toy. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you on the tree."

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

Devon's leg shimmered as if watching like a sentinel. "I have underestimated you, Jes. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."

Jes's desire was enflamed. Her stomach throbbed and all her thoughts were to punch Devon like a cat. Jes caressed Devon's loveingly leg and he responded. They came together greedily, and their joining was as mysterious as their battle, and also much louder.

"Ah, my sweet town!" Jes groaned and punched Devon as gently as she could.

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

"Oh," Jes said. "That's where I put the Deadly Toy for safekeeping. Sorry."

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

And so it was that the Wizard Lip never got the Deadly Toy and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
I used my own name, and my own crush, and things that really DO describe me. I tried to be as humble as possible, but it was hard. Enjoy! :-)

Funny Lang Syne

Callie sipped Forcefully at her drink and stood Funny behind a Snow. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel Responsible and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how Creative her Eye got when she was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Callie knew very well why she was at the party: to see Arron.

Ah, Arron. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his Hard-Working Leg made Callie's heart beat She was a graceful deer as she danced..

But tonight everyone was masked. Callie peered Beautifully through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Arron. There, she thought, the man over by the Table, the Intellegent one with the Kitten mask. It had to be Arron. No one else could look so Caring, even in a Kitten mask.

He began to walk Callie's way and Callie started to panic. What if he actually talked to Callie?

Arron came right up to Callie and Callie thought that she was going to faint.

"Hello," Arron said Gracefully. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the Book," Callie said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so Beautiful.

Just then, a Smart voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Callie's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Arron might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Arron swept Callie into his arms, bent her By the pond, and kissed Callie Quickly, slipping her the tongue and groping her Nose.

Callie could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out Loveingly and pulled Arron's mask off his face. It was Arron! "I knew it was you," Callie said and took her own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Arron said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Callie watched him go. He would be right back, Callie was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.

And then they would fall in love.
It seems that most of these are love stories.
This one has a twist ending! Enjoy it! :-) (-:

A Blue Day To Hop

Macy stepped smartly out into the red sunshine, and admired Mark's face. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a caring sight."

Mark climbed off the building and walked caringly across the grass to greet his lover. Macy patted Mark on the leg and then tried to hop him funnily, but without success.

"That's all right," Mark said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not funny," Macy. "Not as funny as the time we hopped by the pond."

Mark nodded briskly. "We were lovely back in those days."

"Our arms were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Macy said. "Everything seems brilliant and interesting when you're young."

"Of course," Mark said. "But now we're smart, we can still have fun. If we go about it gracefully."

"Gracefully?" Macy said . "But how?"

"With this," Mark said and held out a yellow box. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to hop."

Macy swallowed the box at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to hop gracefully. They hopped She was a graceful deer as she danced. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
I think they all are love stories. I think there's the same form for each person.

Callie Leah said:
It seems that most of these are love stories.
Yeah, and they all ask for the main characters crush.

Jasmine Andrade said:
I think they all are love stories. I think there's the same form for each person.

Callie Leah said:
It seems that most of these are love stories.
Haha! I wanted to do a Harry Potter version, and it sort of turned out oddly. It seems sort of funny! I figured it would just seem funny, but I'd never have put wand arm if I'd known it was a boggarts! Haha!

I'm Dreaming Of A Fun Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Jenny Weasly sat Sweetly by the pond, sipping Sad eggnog.

She looked at the Weird Wand hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Harry Potter had hung it there, just before they looked at each other Fearfully and then fell into each other's arms and Waved each other's Torso.

If only I hadn't been so Scary, Jenny Weasly thought, pouring a Upset amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Harry Potter might not have got so Cool and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a Happy tear and held her Head in her hand.

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



I'm dreaming of a Fun Christmas

Just with grace so great, the sun melted with joy




Jenny Weasly ran to the door. It was Harry Potter, looking Odd all over with snow.

"I missed you Happily," Harry Potter said. "And I wanted to Wave your Torso again."

Jenny Weasly hugged Harry Potter and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Harry Potter said.

"I think so too," Jenny Weasly said and they Waved each other's Torso until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted Boggart Wand arm and lived Magically until Jenny Weasly got drunk again.
The Horse Prince

Yazmein was walking through a fulfilling meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around her head when she spied a luminance little horse lying under a tree.

Yazmein skipped over to see the dear thing and was grandiose to find that he was hurt! A wine had pierced his breathtaking little lips and he whimpered fortunately with the pain.

"My beautiful little friend," Yazmein said. "Let me help you!" She took out her Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the wine, as darkly as she could. The horse cried out and Yazmein's heart ached, like the sun smiling down on us. "You'll be all right," Yazmein whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Rashid and you can live with me forever!"

Scooping Rashid up in her arms, Yazmein carried him home and made a bed for him beside her own. For seven days and seven nights, Yazmein nursed Rashid, cleaning his lips and feeding him Desert-brand horse chow.

On the eighth night, Rashid climbed into bed with Yazmein. He burrowed under the covers and hopelessly loved Yazmein's neck. It made Yazmein giggle and she cuddled close to Rashid, stroking his eyes and singing delightfully to him.

They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Yazmein hurried home so she could curl up with Rashid. It gave her a handsomely feeling whenever Rashid loved her neck.

Then one night, Rashid looked up at Yazmein and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a loving prince."

Yazmein screamed huskily, she was so surprised. How could a horse talk? She must have dropped off and dreamed it.

"You're not dreaming," Rashid said. "Kiss me."

"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Yazmein said and kissed Rashid on his eyes. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a loving prince! With a crown and everything!

"I'm Prince Rashid," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."

"Is it really you?" Yazmein said.

"See?" Rashid said and showed Yazmein the scar from the wine on his lips. Then he kissed Yazmein and they tumbled across the milkyway and did a lot of very shimmering things, some of them involving a regal wings.

"I love you," Rashid said when they were done. Yazmein clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Rashid had stashed away.

And if Rashid didn't know about Yazmein's visits to the horse sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.

This was so much fun!

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