i found a plot generator...

enjoy this masterpiece

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peter parker looked at the round swing in his hands and felt torn.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his airy surroundings. He had always loved open flower field with its tasteless, thankful trees, wide river, flowers, long grass. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel torn.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of michelle jones. michelle was a panicked goddess with short arms and strong chins.

peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a selfless, broken, coffee drinker with skinny arms and small chins. His friends saw him as a scrawny, sore saint. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a kooky peter.

But not even a selfless person who had once made a cup of tea for a kooky peter, was prepared for what michelle had in store today.

The clear teased like loving rabbits, making peter delighted.

As peter stepped outside and michelle came closer, he could see the slippery glint in her eye.

michelle gazed with the affection of 9860 sad glorious geese. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want closure."

peter looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the round swing. "michelle, i can't live without you," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two bored, bright birds soft at a very upset death, which had classical music playing in the background and two gentle uncles flirtatious to the beat.

Suddenly, michelle lunged forward and tried to punch peter in the face. Quickly, peter grabbed the round swing and brought it down on michelle's skull.

michelle's short arms trembled and her strong chins wobbled. She looked stressed, her emotions raw like a boiled, bewildered blanket.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later michelle jones was dead.

peter parker went back inside and made himself a nice cup of coffee.

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i made another. enjoy

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peter parker was thinking about wade wilson again. wade was a daring giant with fragile arms and scrawny hands.

peter walked over to the window and reflected on his scary surroundings. He had always loved dark abandoned school with its broken, broad broken walls, shattered glass, open lockers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a daring figure of wade wilson.

peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an optimistic, wild, tea drinker with tall arms and brunette hands. His friends saw him as a homeless, high hero. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a magnificent peter.

But not even an optimistic person who had once jumped into a river and saved a magnificent peter, was prepared for what wade had in store today.

The rain hammered like chatting dogs, making peter puzzled. peter grabbed a giant blade that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As peter stepped outside and wade came closer, he could see the inexpensive glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want you," wade bellowed, in a helpful tone. He slammed his fist against peter's chest, with the force of 9095 cats. "I frigging love you, peter parker."

peter looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the giant blade. "wade, i'm broken. i can't love anyone," he replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two melted, mangled mice shouting at a very gracious boredom, which had piano music playing in the background and two bold uncles thinking to the beat.

peter studied wade's fragile arms and scrawny hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you you," he explained, in pitying tones.

wade looked lonely, his body raw like a brainy, breakable book.

peter could actually hear wade's body shatter into 2544 pieces. Then the daring giant hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm peter's nerves tonight.

I fucking love these things