The Solid Chair

I was googling around for a short story prompt generator or something like it. I thought I would just find a random prompt to use to write some short stories to get to know my characters more. I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo this year after taking a break and I think I’ve finally decided on a set of characters that I’d like to write about. And so, google provided, and I came across something very interesting that I would like to share with you all.

You fill in what the generator asks and it will generate a short story to laugh at and enjoy.

https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/story/

Here is the story that the generator came up with:


The Solid Chair

A Short Story
by writercookie

Evie was thinking about Magnus again. Magnus was a modest mountain with big hands and tall hair.

Evie walked over to the window and reflected on her serene surroundings. She had always loved calm Narva with its round, ripe rivers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel nervous.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a modest figure of Magnus .

Evie gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an articulate, smart, wine drinker with hairy hands and petite hair. Her friends saw her as a bitter, blushing bird. Once, she had even saved a beautiful baby that was stuck in a drain.

But not even an articulate person who had once saved a beautiful baby that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Magnus had in store today.

The sun shone like dancing deer, making Evie relaxed. Evie grabbed a solid chair that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Evie stepped outside and Magnus came closer, she could see the handsome glint in his eye.

Magnus gazed with the affection of 1173 generous huge horses. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want to talk.”

Evie looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the solid chair. “Magnus, don’t tell everyone what happened,” she replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two courageous, calm cats walking at a very sweet dance, which had quartet music playing in the background and two kind uncles chatting to the beat.

Evie regarded Magnus’s big hands and tall hair. “I feel the same way!” revealed Evie with a delighted grin.

Magnus looked concerned, his emotions blushing like a tiny, thirsty table.

Then Magnus came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END

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Auto Praise for The Solid Chair

“I feel like I know Evie . In a way, it feels as though I’ve always known her.”
– The Daily Tale
“About as enjoyable as being hailed on whilst taking in washing that has been targeted by seagulls with the squits.”
– Enid Kibbler
“Saying the sun shone like dancing deer is just the kind of literary device that makes this brilliant.”
– Hit the Spoof
“I could do better.”
– Zob Gloop
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Lol! This tickled my unusual funny bone and made my day. I’ll have to try this out with my writer friends as soon as possible.

Week 1 September Story-a-Day

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When I was born…

“When I was born,” I repeated. He walked around the table, never standing still for very long. My mind was blank. All I could focus on was the increasing tightness in my throat. He stopped and stared. “I was given away. That’s all I know.”

“So, you don’t know who your real parents are?”

“No.”

Silence filled the room as he came to stand next to me, towering over me making me feel more uneasy.

“How did you know to sing to the dragon?”

“I didn’t, sir.” He stopped and raised his eyebrow. I don’t think he believed me. “I just wanted to live.”

 

The problem with going through life one day at a time, each in order…

The problem with going through life one day at a time, each in order is that my life is very boring. I get up, I eat breakfast (always sage pork sausage and toast) and get to work. I gather all the washing that needs to get done for the day from everyone in my area, and lug the heavy baskets back home, where I dunk everything into the large bath to start washing. The only time I deviate is when some nobleman’s maid gives me a linen shirt stained with wine. I hang everything up to dry in my house and backyard, before folding it all and delivering it back to the homes it came from. I’ve accidentally given the garments to the wrong families, but for whatever reason it’s always overlooked. And by overlooked, I mean I don’t get any sausages to eat for a few days. I don’t understand my life, or the endless loop of sausages and laundry.

I don’t understand.

 

She could hear seagulls crying. Or were they laughing? – The sunsets were dazzling…

The beach was mostly empty, save for a lone couple huddled together near the water. With each wave that reached up to greet them, the girl screamed and they would burst into laughter. She walked off until the laughing was drowned out by the breaking of the waves and the song of the seagulls congregated on the rocks. The sunsets were dazzling here, but it was cloudy that afternoon. Masking the time behind the grey dreary curtain. She could have been there a few minutes, or hours. She wasn’t sure anymore. The wind just ushered in more of the same.

The seagulls’ cries were becoming louder. Melody stopped. Or were they laughing at her?

The seagulls went quiet. She walked forward, and their cries came back to life like someone was playing with the volume. She stopped, they stopped. She continued, they laughed.

She looked around. She was alone. It was as if the couple from before never existed. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe it had always just been her. She couldn’t be sure anymore. It was difficult to think sometimes. Everything was… fuzzy. But the seagulls. They were there. Really there.

Melody picked up one of the many smooth rocks that littered the sand. Her father never had a son, so he had to teach her everything. She was never any good at fishing or fixing engines, but she could throw rocks, and make them skip over the water far longer than her father ever could.

She held out her arm, closing one eye before she threw it. The rock skid over the water seven times, until it reached the rock. The flock flew up, making a white mark on the sky. Then they came after her. She tripped and landed face first in the sand. Melody covered her head, trying to protect herself from the birds.

But nothing happened. She waited a little longer, before she lifted her head.

Before her stood a seagull. He threw down her rock before flying off.

They started laughing again.

 

It was the smell that caught my attention first…

It was the smell that caught my attention first. I stopped, holding my nose, as I turned to dumpster where it was coming from. It was different from sour rotting food, but not the same as rotting meat. It couldn’t have been anything from the restaurant it stood against. I couldn’t walk away.

I sucked in my breath, trying to make myself brave for what was to come. As I pushed back the lid to look inside, I saw two tiny eyes.

My stomach knotted as I reached in, and the small dog coward from my hands. I held out my fingers to him, waiting patiently for him to calm down so that I could pick him up. The smell made my eyes water, but I wouldn’t leave him there.

I thought he would never step forward and that I would have to stand there all night, but he came closer. I quickly pulled off my jacket to wrap around him.

I hurried to my car, where my husband was waiting.

“I thought something had happened to you,” he said as I opened the door. His first reaction was to hold his nose and recoil from the shivering pile on my lap.

“I know. He needs our help.”

He nodded. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow then.”