I used a story generator and fill out the story so heres a random story

Stanley Grey looked at the tattered newspaper in her hands and felt sparkly.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her dull surroundings. She had always loved crowded Philadelphia with its kaleidoscopic, keen kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sparkly.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mavis Russell. Mavis was a thoughtful carer with wobbly abs and ugly eyes.

Stanley gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an intelligent, peculiar, squash drinker with feathery abs and ginger eyes. Her friends saw her as a warm, wooden writer. Once, she had even revived a dying, baby bird.

But not even an intelligent person who had once revived a dying, baby bird, was prepared for what Mavis had in store today.

The moon shone like loving rabbits, making Stanley puzzled.

As Stanley stepped outside and Mavis came closer, she could see the bulbous glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a fight," Mavis bellowed, in a sinister to... To be continued (that never)