Superfail! (aliaspiral) wrote,
Superfail!
aliaspiral

BONSAI!

doyle_sb4 had a link to the Bonsai story generator.

It was FUN. i plugged in bits and pieces from Sweat, Memorial to the Name, Shaking in Her Shoes, Clutter, and Breadcrumbs. Some of these are..amazing. i love the odd sort of sense they all make.

i bolded my favorites.



Mundane details mixed with it.
It doesn't matter now.
They're already dead.
He had some guy that much.
He wanted her, and names.
Until the last heated kiss, leaning against the worst.
They fade into him.
This is what makes a trail of ice cream was easy.
She finally pushed him eagerly, running her hands were trembling.
They smile, and chase him and whisper, Tell me a jam.
And she would screech, and he could feel it in one place, showing off behind the princess stories too; full of love and mother's coo, or his bad habit of March, in it in the parking lot, back and leaving fingernail marks.
She couldn’t date Luke.
Luke tonight.
But one time, she was and leaving fingernail marks.
She was loud, weird, and her tank top on had twisted something inside him, and climbing trees, and demanding to memory so they are dead.
What is your dreams?
Why?
They smile, and sex.
And now he had been But it was his bad habit of things with him and completely capable of her elbow or the bend of daily life, details, recipes, poems.
It all comes pouring into bed with the incredible power of transportation.
So, why had to try three times to himself that she saw it.

He left her breasts.
He was always end happily ever after.
The only difference was fun.
The darker ones.
The listener was beating the bend of a jam.
And him.
And he wasn’t strong enough to her lips and stable and he could figure out but he hears, the other guy and dragging her tank top was tucked up his spine, and the broken glass door with her eyes closed.
Her shoes…were not continue.
Shards of breadcrumbs.
So she punished him.
Her purse matched.
Her shoes…were not the only think of slut.
Her thoughtless comments got arrested.
He had just a girl.
But when they were little, when he came to get the full picture.
Always, there were pieces missing.
Details of her elbow or so and birthday parties.
How one boy liked her coffee, or New Mexico.
Fell in on her when she was just looked in front of screaming at him with teeth, snarling and she would tell her hands up to him, yell at her, and crying and a job.
Yes, he had gotten a date with it.
It doesn't matter now.
They're already dead.
He can be told a trail of her belly.
She lifted her with one who had slipped down to the others.
The fact that make up his back before she had gone on assignment, and he turned to the curve of love and birthday parties.
How one boy liked it, giggling over a house made of handling her face.
One of giraffes and she looked like he must piece them together to work at him with her green eyes and leaving fingernail marks.

She was loud, weird, and of drowning and then she wouldn’t be able to speak, had gotten a spoonful of this situation.
He heard them all.
Most could run her tank top was tucked up his back from a job.
Yes, he pressed his shirt was always so they are dead.
What is your favorite book?
What was she couldn’t go on a girl.
A girl who are you do?
It looked like to tell him his job.
His pants were unbuttoned and a month later, he was sure was on her coffee and then she would still just a story, Boone.
She was loud, weird, and he would tell him shivering and she would always read that one.
The heat was her brother, and he must piece them but a girl.
A carton of her mouth to care.
She was sitting on their own.
The ones where he had to try three times to crash on had twisted something inside out, but it was beating the other guy and dragging her the rest of her photography equipment?
Her uniform was there.
The ones that covered the lock, as they crept through his eyes half closed, sweating.
Her shoes…were not wearing shoes after all.
She could run her arm, and whisper, Tell me a steel gingerbread and telling how she liked to tug his neighbor's pigtails, and a job.
Yes, he was sure was still just barely on the modest side of this situation.
He had just unpacked.
And as long as he remembers, they gain their way out what it to the sweat he did not to see if he had been offered a trail of transportation.
So, why had started, and break her freak outs, but the brief glimpse of ice cream was too fascinated by tonight, on had twisted something inside out, but she had their stories too; full of love in hate, into bed with teeth, snarling and he could not tell him to her thumb.
He was always hated it was about this girl.
She lifted her heels got higher.
Her thoughtless comments got crueler and completely capable of rocky road.
He had to the shadows of human history trickles down her arm, and one can do that much.
He goes home at all comes pouring into bed with him and not being and she was and she would eat their story on His pants were trembling.
They had never really How do that much.
He heard them together to see Luke, to get the counter, eyes and the parking lot, back And she had been But it wasn’t until she looked up at all hours, if he could not tell him how nervous she stank of the wall before his back and his anger became resigned.
Instead of screaming at him with it.
It all comes pouring into bed with her green green eyes for a month later, he hears, the rest of slut.
Her dress was there.
The color of her elbow or his bad this idea what to himself that little smirk he was beating the last week or go visit Sookie or the bend of love, in together.
But Boone could not continue.
Shards of memory surround the Dragonfly or Georgia, or the bend of daily life, details, recipes, poems.
It doesn't matter now.
They're already dead.
He had to see if she came back.
And that pissed her Which he says, but she had lost control of daily life, details, recipes, poems.
It was fun.
The ones where it didn’t always hated it wasn’t until she looked very dazed.
Her shoes…were not wearing shoes showed just a girl.
But Boone could he send her heels got crueler and Gretel.
He had some vague idea about talking about the soft sounds she did, she did not lost.
Until they gain their stories too; full picture.
Always, there were pieces missing.
Details of it.
But it's the door until he “accidentally” walked in together.
But it's the details that she was leaning against the wall before his job.
His pants were left out.
How do you do?
It doesn't matter now.
They're already dead.
He had some guy that she saw it.
He can remember.
And he waited up the life.
He wanted her.
It only flashed through the half opened door as she saw it.
He was not lost.
Until the last heated kiss, leaning against the cake and her tank top on her when she came outside, so furious when he saw her.
She was standing in the broom like she had come back on.
His pants were unbuttoned and locked the playground.
Wide-eyed babies, too full of his wife's favorite dress escaped one place, showing off her uniform.
The listener was that.
Sure, she had no idea what is left.
He managed to get her.
Which he commits to see Luke, to the door until she struggled to see Luke, to know where he had no idea what to look at the Dragonfly or the hollow between her how stupid she would always came back.
And now he “accidentally” walked in love, out on a job.
Yes, he puzzles out what is left.
He staggered to get coffee.
The ones that little smirk he is told.
Those people are not lost.
Until they are whole again.
He had always came back.
And now he was her brother, and one can do that pissed her She was just a month later, he commits to the shadows of memory surround the worst.
They fade into life.
Fragments of memory surround the playground.
Wide-eyed babies, too young to his feet.

Unwillingly, he made it in the best.
But it's the rest of a jam.
And that was always so they are you really?
How could they gain their own.
The fact that pissed her off.
So, she would find herself talking about this girl.
She started coming home every day the 4th of love and a month later, he could figure out of a stack of giraffes and that little smirk he commits to know where she had nightmares of love, in together.
But she did not like she had slid off So, she hated it.
And he wasn’t strong enough to breathe.
And she would crawl into mist, and climbing trees, and she looked very dazed.
Her thoughtless comments got higher.
Her dress was tucked up in it And him.
And he waited up his spine, and completely capable of the wall as he had gotten a girl.
But Boone could prove to his feet.
Unwillingly, he stayed in on her Which he was her lips and not being and she slept beside her, and locked the details that covered the soft sounds she always unpacked And that covered the stories he came to watch her.
She lifted her Which he could not tell their stories too; full of love and mother's coo, or Georgia, or go visit Sookie or go the sweat he remembers, they live.
children are the worst.
They had never really How do It doesn't matter now.
They're already dead.
He was only ...

I especially like the one about the stack of giraffes. that is awesome.
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