Kan ik de willekeurige alinea's gebruiken die deze generator maakt?
Ja dat kan. The Story Shack claimt geen auteursrecht op deze namen, maar het is natuurlijk mogelijk dat sommige van de waarden die deze namengenerator geeft al van iemand anders zijn, dus doe altijd even onderzoek als je er iets mee wilt publiceren.
Hoeveel ideeën kan ik met deze Willekeurige Alinea Generator genereren?
De Willekeurige Alinea Generator kan duizenden ideeën voor je project opleveren, dus blijf gerust doorklikken en gebruik aan het eind de handige kopieerfunctie om je alinea's naar een teksteditor naar keuze te verplaatsen. Veel plezier!
Wat zijn goede alinea's?
Er zijn duizenden willekeurige alinea's in deze generator. Hier zijn wat voorbeelden om te beginnen:
Voorbeelden van alinea's| Idee #1 | “Are you afraid of it?” | © Martin Hooijmans |
| Idee #2 | “It’s not my turn.” | © Sandra Crook |
| Idee #3 | The final trip of the “Draken Salvage Team,” of Nynä |
| Idee #4 | shamn, Sweden. | © Kelsy Provost |
| Idee #5 | As if losing his beloved wife, Marie, wasn’t enough, a haunt moved into Nicola’s house the day after the unfortunate death. | © Martin Hooijmans |
| Idee #6 | “I hate this,” Don Stone said. “Particularly today.” | © James Osborne |
| Idee #7 | Tori pulled the top sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself on her way to the bathroom, leaving Isaac exposed. When she closed the door, he grabbed for a cigarette from the pack of Parliaments on the bedside table. After fumbling around for a moment, he found the orange 7-Eleven lighter lodged between the mattress and headboard. He tried to light it a few times, but was met only with dull clicks in response. | © Ryan Gunn |
| Idee #8 | It was a cool day, even for September. Broken clouds swam in the light blue above. | © Erich Earl Forschler |
| Idee #9 | Tim sat down in his comfortable chair, allowing himself to slip into a focused state of mind. He could smell the faint odor of long gone cigarettes and hear the soft prayers from the devout lady living upstairs. Eyes half shut, he held up the milk carton, and stared back at the picture of a little blond girl with a long pony tail. ‘MISSING’ was printed in bold letters on top. | © Martin Hooijmans |
| Idee #10 | The doctor told me that culpability lay within the dark recesses of my pituitary gland |
| Idee #11 | I could die at any time. | © Timothy A. Clements |
| Idee #12 | Flick, flick, flick. A small thumb snapped against the thumbwheel of a lighter, the light of the flame alighting the young boy’s face, if only briefly. On, off. On, off. Flick |
| Idee #13 | light. The flame danced in front of him for mere seconds, before he let it die out. He remained like that as his siblings bustled about the hotel room, his parents rambling to one another of some business. Where are your keys? Where’s Lucy’s coat? How many times do I have to tell your sister not to do that? And on and on it went. | © Mil Carney |
