oh my god
I found this website.Drabble-matic and its like mad-libs. It's so funny. Here's the Jack/Juliet one.
Softly Tripping
Jack tripped along coldly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Juliet, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a fish hopping along, carrying an island in its mouth.
Jack was almost in the tent when he came across a rough cake, lying alone on a mysterious plate. "That must be a treat from my bright bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked cold, so he ate it.
It gave him the most iridescent tingling sensation in his hands. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Juliet.
When Juliet came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Jack cried roughly.
"Your lips! And your shoulder!" Juliet said. "They're whispy! Can't you feel it?"
Jack felt his lips and his shoulder. They were indeed quite whispy. "Oh, no!" Jack said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that rough cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Juliet said. "I got you a baby. It must have been that sheer man who lives nearby. He acts a little slowly, ever since he screamed a tent."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Jack sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Juliet said sadly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your lips is really hard like that."
"Really?" Jack dried her tears. Jack kissed Juliet and it was an entirely stark sensation, like a child lost in a supermarket.
They spent the night having entirely stark sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Softly Tripping
Jack tripped along coldly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Juliet, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a fish hopping along, carrying an island in its mouth.
Jack was almost in the tent when he came across a rough cake, lying alone on a mysterious plate. "That must be a treat from my bright bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked cold, so he ate it.
It gave him the most iridescent tingling sensation in his hands. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Juliet.
When Juliet came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Jack cried roughly.
"Your lips! And your shoulder!" Juliet said. "They're whispy! Can't you feel it?"
Jack felt his lips and his shoulder. They were indeed quite whispy. "Oh, no!" Jack said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that rough cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Juliet said. "I got you a baby. It must have been that sheer man who lives nearby. He acts a little slowly, ever since he screamed a tent."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Jack sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Juliet said sadly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your lips is really hard like that."
"Really?" Jack dried her tears. Jack kissed Juliet and it was an entirely stark sensation, like a child lost in a supermarket.
They spent the night having entirely stark sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.