Lina Hemingway had always loved magical London with its tense, tight trees. It was a place where she felt relaxed.
She was quite adorable, but mean, and an addicted cocoa drinker with wide elbows and pretty eyes. Her friends saw her as a helpless but cheerful hero. Once, she had even brought a weak baby flamingo back from the brink of death. That’s the sort of woman she was.
Lina walked over to the window and reflected on her grand surroundings. The sun shone like partying lizards.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Elizabeth Armstrong. Elizabeth was a hilarious rover with thin elbows and green eyes.
Lina gulped. She was not prepared for Elizabeth.
As Lina stepped outside and Elizabeth came closer, she could see the empty glint in her eye.
Elizabeth gazed with the affection of the cowardly rabbits. She said, in hushed tones, “I want a pencil.”
Lina looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the giant oily sausage. Lina was dazzled by its beauty. She assumed that Elizabeth had brought her that. “Elizabeth, is that real leather?” she asked.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two square, sad snakes talking at a very clumsy birthday party, which had classical music playing in the background and two snooty uncles swimming to the beat.
Lina regarded Elizabeth’s thin elbows and green eyes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Lina with a delighted grin.
Elizabeth looked concerned, her emotions blushing like a curling map.
Then Elizabeth came back into her cabin for a nice mug of cocoa.
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Once upon a time there was a loving girl called Sally Wilson. She was on the way to see her uncle Tony Walker for dinner, when she decided to take a shortcut through Spittleton Woods. Earlier that day Sally had twisted her ankle, so it created a bit of pain when she walked. She didn’t quite remember the way through, but she decided to risk it.
It wasn’t long before Sally got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Miss Piggy, but Miss Piggy was nowhere to be found! Sally began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Miss Piggy. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.
Unexpectedly, she saw a cruel rabbit dressed in a magenta sweater disappearing into the trees.
“How odd!” thought Sally.
For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed rabbit. Perhaps it could tell her the way out of the forest.
Eventually, Sally reached a clearing. In the clearing were three tiny houses, one made from eggplant, one made from cheese puffs and one made from cake.
Sally could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.
“Hello!” she called. “Is anybody there?”
Nobody replied.
Sally looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else’s chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need. She took a step forward, imagining the moist and creamy texture of the cake.
A cackle broke through the air, giving Sally a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Miss Piggy!
“Miss Piggy!” shouted Sally. She turned to the witch. “That’s my toy!”
The witch just shrugged.
“Give Miss Piggy back!” cried Sally.
“Not on your nelly!” said the witch.
“At least let Miss Piggy out of that cage!”
Before she could reply, two cruel rabbits rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Sally recognised the one in the magenta sweater that she’d seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.
“Hello Big Rabbit,” said the witch.
“Good morning.” The rabbit noticed Miss Piggy. “Who is this?”
“That’s Miss Piggy,” explained the witch.
“Ooh! Miss Piggy would look lovely in my home. Give it to me!” demanded the rabbit.
The witch shook her head. “Miss Piggy is staying with me.”
“Um… Excuse me…” Sally interrupted. “Miss Piggy lives with me! And not in a cage!”
Big Rabbit ignored her. “Is there nothing you’ll trade?” he asked the witch.
The witch thought for a moment, then said, “I do like to be entertained. I’ll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door.”
Big Rabbit looked at the house made from cupcakes and said, “No problem, I could eat an entire house made from cake if I wanted to.” Then, Big Rabbit went though a boring explanation about when he ate half of the famous Grand Rabbit Buffet.
“That’s nothing,” said the next rabbit. “I could eat two houses.”
“There’s no need to show off,” said the witch. Just eat one front door and I’ll let you have Miss Piggy.”
Sally watched, feeling very worried. She didn’t want the witch to give Miss Piggy to Big Rabbit. She didn’t think Miss Piggy would like living with a cruel rabbit, away from her house and all her other toys.
The other one rabbits watched while Big Rabbit put on his teensy-weensy bib from his pocket.
“I’ll eat this whole house,” said Big Rabbit. “Just you watch!”
Big Rabbit pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cheese puffs. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
Eventually, Big Rabbit started to get bigger – just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of cheese puffs, he grew to the size of a large snowball – and he was every bit as round.
“Erm… I don’t feel too good,” said Big Rabbit.
Suddenly, he started to roll. He’d grown so round that he could no longer balance!
“Help!” he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.
Big Rabbit never finished eating the front door made from cheese puffs and Miss Piggy remained trapped in the witch’s cage. Average Rabbit stepped up, and approached the house made from cake.
“I’ll eat this whole house,” said Average Rabbit. “Just you watch!”
Average Rabbit pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cake. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
After a while, Average Rabbit started to look a little queasy. She grew greener…
…and greener.
A woodcutter walked into the clearing. “What’s this bush doing here?” he asked.
“I’m not a bush, I’m a rabbit!” said Average Rabbit.
“It talks!” exclaimed the woodcutter. “Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I’d better take it away before somebody gets hurt.”
“No! Wait!” cried Average Rabbit, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the rabbit away under his arm.
Average Rabbit never finished eating the front door made from cupcakes and Miss Piggy remained trapped in the witch’s cage.
“That’s it,” said the witch. “I win. I get to keep Miss Piggy.”
“Not so fast,” said Sally. “There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from eggplant. And I haven’t had a turn yet.
“I don’t have to give you a turn!” laughed the witch. “My game. My rules.”
The woodcutter’s voice carried through the forest. “I think you should give her a chance. It’s only fair.”
“Fine,” said the witch. “But you saw what happened to the rabbits. She won’t last long.”
“I’ll be right back,” said Sally.
“What?” said the witch. “Where’s your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Miss Piggy back.”
Sally ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from eggplant and toasted it over the fire. She took out a jar of spice she had originally planned to give to her uncle Tony and sprinkled some over the veggie. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece hungrily.
Sally sat down on a nearby log.
“You fail!” cackled the witch. “You were supposed to eat the whole door.”
“I haven’t finished,” explained Sally. “I am just waiting for my food to go down.”
When Sally’s food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from eggplant. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire, spiced it a little, and waited for it to cool just a bit. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.
Eventually, after many sittings, Sally was down to the final piece of the door made from eggplant. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Sally had eaten the entire front door of the house made from eggplant.
The witch stamped her foot angrily. “You must have tricked me!” she said. “I don’t reward cheating!”
“I don’t think so!” said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. “This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Miss Piggy or I will chop your broomstick in half.”
The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.
Sally hurried over and grabbed Miss Piggy, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Miss Piggy was unharmed.
Sally thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Tony. She knew that her uncle made the best food ever, but at that point, she felt full.
When Sally got to Tony’s house, her uncle threw his arms around her.
“I was so worried!” cried Tony. “You are very late.”
As Sally described her day, she could tell that Tony didn’t believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.
“What’s that?” asked Tony.
Sally unwrapped a doorknob made from cheese puffs. “Pudding!” she said.
Tony almost fell off his chair.
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Nuclear war has destroyed the world as we know it.
The year is 2324. London is a grim place ruled by fascists. Once glorious, the Grand Canyon is now dangerous.
Cute fishmonger, Mrs Molly Ramsbottom is humanity’s only hope. Molly finds the courage to start a secret revolutionary organization called PB&J Sandwiches.
The fight is jeopardised when Molly is tricked by greedy shopkeeper, Lord Casper Slaughterhouse, and injures her hand.
Armed with brains and nets, PB&J Sandwiches try their best to save mankind, but can they defeat stingy fascists and restore the Grand Canyon to its former glory?
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Barbs Lorr is a writer from Waterloo who is a proficient spy.
She faces the biggest challenge of her life when she accidentally poisons her neighbour’s pufferfish.
She realises she must first find the magic ring in order to save the animal.
She enlists the help of her best friend, a cowboy called Torquil.
Barbs uncovers a gang of cyber-terrorists who own a coffee shop.
Then Barbs goes on a trip with Torquil over two mugs of coffee to plan. The neighbour is mad over his pufferfish’s death, but forgives Barbs.
However, she then fails to save a drowning man and gets punished.
She grows whiskers.
Barbs has been seen in stores trying to find a secure mask.
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Rhiannon Russell is just an ordinary seventeen-year-old girl living in Gootown, until she sees a horrifying troll, called Cuthbert Gobble, climb in through her bedroom window.
Cuthbert, who is built like a potato filled with rocks and smells like grated earwax smothered with sauce made from dustbins, sings a song about making little girls into baked potatoes.
Rhiannon tricks the troll into falling out of her window by telling him that there are child-brain curries outside. She realises that the troll has to be stopped before he eats any more children and sets to work trying to invent a trap.
Meanwhile, in a cave just outside Gootown, Jack Breakableclaws starts to suspect that eating children is wrong, and grows tired of hunting with his fellow trolls. He decides to live as a vegetarian.
After a brief misunderstanding involving a little toe and lashings of ketchup, Rhiannon and Jack team up to stop the trolls, using a catapult that fires aubergines. They lure the trolls by creating a big mound of skunk trainers.
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All of these stories from the website https://www.plot-generator.org.uk. Some stories have minor edits.
