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Can I use the random paragraphs that this tool creates?
In private works, yes. The paragraphs are pulled from existing creative works on The Story Shack, and should be used only as a source of inspiration in most cases.
How many ideas can I generate with this Random Paragraph Generator?
The Random Paragraph Generator can generate thousands of ideas for your project, so feel free to keep clicking and at the end use the handy copy feature to export your paragraphs to a text editor of your choice. Enjoy!
10 random paragraphs to get you inspired
There's thousands of ideas in this tool. Here are some samples to start:
|Idea #1||There was a girl out in the old church yard. | © Kalani Mijares|
|Idea #2||The Unknown World is not so different from our world. There is oxygen in the air, a sun and a moon that occupy the sky one at a time, and cities made of houses and buildings. There is also human life. These humans are like you and me. The major difference is that they have special powers. Some of these powers are brilliant, some are terrifying. | © Chrys Fey|
|Idea #3||Well, I’ve made it. It was a narrow thing, though. All that head-shaking and nudge-nudging. And it’s truly beautiful. The Pearly Gates really are Pearly. I felt like a celebrity as they opened silently. Into the very latest state-of-the-art techno up here. And all the angels and saints lined up to welcome me. I gave the royal wave as I passed through. If you’re going to do it, do it in style is what I always say. Said. And why should it be any different up here? | © Sally Robinson|
|Idea #4||It was amazing. It truly was. The structure before him was greater than he had ever dared to dream. Gates of the strongest wood, etched deeply, hinted at the memories that lay beyond. He dashed forward when a heavy hand came to rest on his shoulder. | © Martin Hooijmans|
|Idea #5||The old warrior’s eyes, a brown close to blackness, were flecked with red dots, all the color of blood, each fleck representing a soul who had fallen to his blade. So was the way of his people. So was he, born a warrior. And he would depart the world as one. | © Martin Hooijmans|
|Idea #6||During the day my father had the appetite of an elderly woman. A single poached egg and a bit of dry toast for breakfast. Lunch, a sliced tomato with a dollop of tuna fish. Later, a monk’s dinner, boiled chicken and stringy broccoli spears. But Pop’s diet belied his physique|
|Idea #7||he was rhino-shaped, five-foot-eight, sporting Buddha’s belly, and weighing-in at least an eighth of a ton. | © Timothy O’Leary|
|Idea #8||I glistened upon the sidewalk, fandango-pink and malleable. I was fresh with plasticity, a film of frothy saliva comfortably settling into my crevices. Its tiny bubbles tickled my elastic flesh as they popped beneath a frightful sun. I knew that dreaded thing would be my end|
|Idea #9||I would be reduced to an insipid blotch upon an otherwise clear pavement. | © Alex Creece|
|Idea #10||Jack watched as they came in droves, skipping down the street, laughing with joy. | © Christina C. Franklin|
|Idea #11||Since Lavender left, the school has not been the same. | © Elizabeth Cook|
|Idea #12||I was born out of wedlock so you can call me a bastard if you’d like. I don’t think that word has had any real effect on anyone in decades outside deeply Christian subcultures but knock yourself out. | © Mike Epifani|
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