A random story generated from a generator to download some files: The Moon that Shone like Sitting FrogsA Short Storyby Untitled writerDavid Superhalk had always loved magical San Francisco with its vigilant, vigorous volcanoes. It was a place where he felt stressed.He was a remarkable, tactless, tea drinker with sticky fingernails and scrawny hands. His friends saw him as a joyous, jittery juggler. Once, he had even saved a hollow injured bird that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.David walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. The moon shone like sitting frogs.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Catherine Khan. Catherine was an admirable animal with red fingernails and beautiful hands.David gulped. He was not prepared for Catherine.As David stepped outside and Catherine came closer, he could see the dizzy glint in her eye."Look David," growled Catherine, with a greedy glare that reminded David of admirable toads. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 4759 euros."David looked back, even more cross and still fingering the bendy hawk. "Catherine, you must think I was born yesterday," he replied.They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two homely, hilarious hamsters sitting at a very thoughtful holiday, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two popular uncles swimming to the beat.David regarded Catherine's red fingernails and beautiful hands. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.Catherine glared. "Do you want me to shove that bendy hawk where the sun don't shine?"David promptly remembered his remarkable and tactless values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."Catherine looked sad, her wallet blushing like a bumpy, big banana.Then Catherine came inside for a nice cup of tea.THE END The Ripped RockA Short Storyby Jane DoeToby England looked at the ripped rock in his hands and felt sparkly.He walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. He had always loved creepy New York with its tall, thoughtful trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kathy Parkes. Kathy was a witty bear with ample moles and sticky spots.Toby gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a special, articulate, cocoa drinker with spiky moles and fragile spots. His friends saw him as an adventurous, annoyed academic. Once, he had even saved a troubled baby that was stuck in a drain.But not even a special person who had once saved a troubled baby that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Kathy had in store today.The hail pounded like hopping dogs, making Toby sparkly.As Toby stepped outside and Kathy came closer, he could see the mysterious glint in her eye.Kathy gazed with the affection of 7890 giving raspy rats. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want justice."Toby looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the ripped rock. "Kathy, hands up or I'll shoot," he replied.They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two klutzy, kaleidoscopic kittens partying at a very cold-blooded wedding, which had flute music playing in the background and two hilarious uncles drinking to the beat.Toby studied Kathy's ample moles and sticky spots. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Toby in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Kathy."Kathy looked sad, her emotions raw like a ratty, red record.Toby could actually hear Kathy's emotions shatter into 4202 pieces. Then the witty bear hurried away into the distance.Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Toby's nerves tonight.THE END