Random Paragraph Generator
Use this paragraph generator to pull in a random first paragraph from one of the many pieces of flash fiction available on The Story Shack, to use as a piece of inspiration for your own creative work. Enjoy!
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Why do we use paragraphs?
A paragraph is a self-contained unit of a discourse in writing dealing with a particular point or idea. A paragraph consists of one or more sentences. Though not required by the syntax of any language, paragraphs are usually an expected part of formal writing, used to organize longer prose.
The purpose of a paragraph is to express a speaker or writer's controlling idea and to support it with specifics. Most paragraphs in an essay have a three-part structure—introduction, body, and conclusion.
The introduction (first sentence) sets the stage for what follows and states the main point. The body (sentences 2-4) develops that point with supporting details and explanation. The conclusion (last sentence) reaffirms the main point or sums up what has been said.
Can I use the random paragraphs that this tool creates?
Yes you can. The Story Shack claims no copyright on any of these names, but it is of course possible that some of the values this name generator provides are already owned by anyone else, so please make sure to always do your due diligence.
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:
| Idea #1 | Gabriela put the phone down and looked me in the face. She was my mother’s age and, despite no relation, had my grandmother’s hazel eyes, more green than chestnut. The magazine’s cramped office meant that our desks were so close to each other that I almost ate my lunch in her lap every day. | © Christine Stoddard |
| Idea #2 | Have you ever slipped on a banana peel? Probably not. Because banana peels aren’t particularly slippery. | © Michael Ilkiw |
| Idea #3 | They stood perfectly in line, all five of them. Their view, the deserted park that served as a border for their living quarters. Its grass had long before died, its trees were withered, and any wildlife that used to live there had moved on to a better place. Small craters littered the landscape. It was a place of desolation and the perfect indication of what life was like these days in New Moscow. | © Martin Hooijmans |
| Idea #4 | Devlin was one of thirty-two people who answered the newspaper ad for Superhumans— with REAL powers only— wanted for secret society squadron. | © Angel Zapata |
| Idea #5 | They scaled the tree, settled themselves on the highest branch and took their apples out of their pockets. From up here Janey could see the river flashing with sunlight and little silver fish, the dairy cows behind the fence and beyond that, a farmer on his tractor. The woods were bursting with bee buzz, bird trill and freedom. Further down the river, the rumble of the waterfall. The only rules that governed their days were to keep away from the waterfall, to not talk to strange men and to get home before dinner time. Janey bit into her apple and wriggled with happiness. | © Sandra Arnold |
| Idea #6 | The Summer Holidays were over. From his vantage point, little shovel in hand, Jimmy could see his parents loading the car with all belongings they had brought to the beach house, his included. Somehow, after two weeks of heated discussion, mom and dad were still convinced their young son would accompany them home. Jimmy saw no single reason why he should, though. Home meant school, chores, bullies, and a whole assortment of additional things he disliked. Here, on the beach, he could live in his palace, enjoying not a care in the world. | © Martin Hooijmans |
| Idea #7 | My best friend in the world probably does not exist. We never speak longer than twenty minutes or so, and then I don’t see him for a year — but he is my closest friend. He has been so for my whole life. I hope he will be there when I die, or at least that I will meet him once more on that day. | © Mateja Vidakovic |
| Idea #8 | “What you’ve said is fucking insulting.” | © Julian Aidan |
| Idea #9 | CARMODY: You know, sometimes my moods just rise and fall like the flags up there on the two hotels |
| Idea #10 | a little wind and my flags are up! | © Charles D. Tarlton |
| Idea #11 | We were having a campout in our backyard when the motorcycle gang showed up. They weren’t really riding motorcycles and I’m not sure they were a gang either. They were a handful of codgers, three riding mopeds and two on Vespas with one in a golf cart. | © Paul Beckman |
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