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!
What are good paragraphs?
There's thousands of random paragraphs in this generator. Here are some samples to start:
Examples of paragraphs| Idea #1 | It’s a disgusting thing but Paddy Gilhooley, who knew better as a child, had begun farting in church very early in life. He started in grammar school, many decades ago, long before the nuns selected him in fourth grade to be an altar boy to serve Mass. | © Donal Mahoney |
| Idea #2 | James was leaning against the empty guard desk when he heard footsteps. Straightening, he shoved his hands in the pocket of his Boston PD uniform as a figure emerged from the door that led to the basement. | © Daniela Chamorro Mantica |
| Idea #3 | On a day trip in the forest, all the other children in my class found autumn leaves. I found a puzzle piece. | © Martin Hooijmans |
| Idea #4 | I knew where I was going even before I smelled the moist dirt pelting my face. I was falling, and falling fast and hard. I couldn’t move nor scream for help. I was paralyzed, me, immobilized. Hell wasn’t exactly what I had expected. | © Christina C. Franklin |
| Idea #5 | The boy tried to lay himself as flat as possible under his favorite Batman blanket. He knew from previous nights that if he did this, the monsters in his room would not get him. Maybe they couldn’t see him. Maybe the blanket, which his mother washed regularly, masked his scent. Maybe monsters could not penetrate cotton. He didn’t know why it worked. He just knew that so long as he remained under the blanket he was safe. | © James Valvis |
| Idea #6 | The sun was starting to set on the field, turning the bright red uniforms of the English soldiers the dark shade of blood. They sat at the entrance to their camp, casually cleaning their guns, entertained by the training exercises of the cavalry. These horsemen were as serious in their saddles as ever, the tips of their lances glistening menacingly in the light of the low sun. Nobody in their right mind would dare challenge these gladiators of the English Empire. They had nothing to fear, not even from the original settlers of this land who had opposed them for so many years. These Boers, children and grandchildren of the Dutch, German and French farmers who had seen their South-African country taken from them by English rule, had refused to live under the new regime and had trekked north to establish a nation of their own. The British government had not approved, and war had commenced between the vast armies of the Empire and the small guerrilla forces of the Boers. | © Martin Hooijmans |
| Idea #7 | Given the limited number of colors, crags, hollows, and other proportions that people’s faces have it isn’t unusual for two unrelated people to look similar if not almost exactly alike. This is not so different from the observation that any two snowflakes for all their purported individuality are indistinguishable in any given fall. The odds of someone meeting his near duplicate on any given day are I suppose slim enough to be considered a coincidence though not a singular event. | © Clyde Liffey |
| Idea #8 | “Time of death, eight thirty-six am,” K.B., the Hospice nurse, said quietly. | © Jen Beaney |
| Idea #9 | As the alien’s mandibles waved hungrily in Chuck’s face, kind of like a hermit crab soaked in the blood of demons and hand-reared from a young age on nothing but human flesh, he knew one thing for sure: this was not the good night’s rest he had promised himself. | © Matthew Allen |
| Idea #10 | Love. In a mugshot. | © Robin Wyatt Dunn |
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