Ever in need of a fantastic, heart wrenching story that is fun for the whole family? Well I have the perfect thing for you! http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/story/ ^^^ Use that link to use the generator yourself. It will ask you for input in the story but you can also ask it to suggest you words to put in the blanks. Below is my quality story that will change your life. Guaranteed. [b]The ripped sandwich. By Joey Salad[/b] Dr Phil had always loved dark at night Dr Phil's Show with its concerned, clumsy cameras. It was a place where he felt sad. He was a delightful, hilarious, tea drinker with curvy fingers and pointy spots. His friends saw him as an eager, enchanting elephant. Once, he had even brought a damaged chicken back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was. Dr walked over to the window and reflected on his scary surroundings. The hail pounded like eating kittens. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of The Tire From Rubber. The Tire was a snotty nun with moist fingers and sticky spots. Dr gulped. He was not prepared for The Tire. As Dr stepped outside and The Tire came closer, he could see the stale smile on his face. "I am here because I want mental help," The Tire bellowed, in a patient tone. He slammed his fist against Dr's chest, with the force of 4378 tortoises. "I frigging love you, Dr Phil." Dr looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the ripped sandwich. "The Tire, you stupid," he replied. They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two grotesque, grieving giraffes gyrating at a very creepy bar mitzvah, which had flute music playing in the background and two smelly uncles walking to the beat. Suddenly, The Tire lunged forward and tried to punch Dr in the face. Quickly, Dr grabbed the ripped sandwich and brought it down on The Tire's skull. The Tire's moist fingers trembled and his sticky spots wobbled. He looked happy, his body raw like a bewildered, big banana. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later The Tire From Rubber was dead. Dr Phil went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea. THE END If you'd like to share any of your stories you can write them in the comments!