I was looking for a 'story' writing guide, and stumbled upon this site:
Click hereCheck it out - you fill in answers to 20 questions and a story is generated.
Here is the result of my answers,

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Try it yourself! �
~Cleo
''A SHORT STORY,'' by Cleo Serapis
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Cleo. �Cleo was 8 years old and lived in Avaris, Egypt. �While walking home from school one day, a cerulean cat jumped out from behind a Scarab beetle and tackled Cleo to the ground. �But just when she was about to let out a scream for help, Cleo realized that the cerulean cat was only licking her face, not trying to bite it off. �
At that moment, Cleo decided to keep the cerulean cat as a pet. �And on the way home she decided to name her pet cerulean cat ''Imhotep.'' �When Cleo and her new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? �That's right, it was Cleo's mother, Isis. �And boy was she surprised to see a cerulean cat following Cleo into the yard! �
''What in world is that?'' shouted Isis.
''It's a cerulean cat,'' answered Cleo. �
''Dah, I can see that, Cleo, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Isis. �
''It's my new pet!'' answered Cleo. �
''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Isis. �''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates cerulean cats. �But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' �And with that Cleo grabbed Imhotep by the scruff of the neck and led her new pet into the house--even though she knew her father was probably going to dissaprove. �
Once in the house, Cleo and Imhotep played and played, that is until Cleo's favorite television show, ''Stargate SG-1,'' started. �At that point Cleo forgot all about Imhotep having an unsupervised run of the house. �That is until half way through ''Stargate SG-1,'' when Cleo was brought back to reality when she heard her father shout, ''By the Gods Graces!! �Cleo! Get your posterior in the dining room...NOW!!'' �
With that Cleo rushed into the dining room to see what all the fuss was about. �When she entered the dining room, there stood her father, Rameses, pointing toward the chaise. �''Will someone please explain that?'' asked her father. �Then, as Cleo followed her father's finger to where it was pointing, she instantly knew what her father was so upset about. �There, smack dab in the middle of the chaise, was the biggest pile of cat doo-doo she had ever seen!
''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Rameses. �''But you had better get it cleaned up now! �And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!'' �
Well, knowing her father as well as she did, Cleo knew there was no sense even asking her father if she could keep Imhotep for a pet. �So without hesitation, Cleo set out to find where Imhotep was hiding. �
After a few minutes of looking, Cleo discovered Imhotep crouched beneath the table that Cleo did her writing on. �''Come on, Imhotep, it's time to find you a new home. �And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the chaise!'' scolded Cleo. �''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet cat!!"
And with that Cleo led Imhotep out of the house and down to the local clothier. �They had a pet section and Cleo knew the owner would find Imhotep a good home. �So after saying good-bye to Imhotep, and thanking the owner of clothier, Cleo walked backed home and attempted to dround her sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Wines. �But Cleo's pitty party came to an abrupt end when her father reminded her about the mess she had neglected to clean up. �And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Cleo suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. �
The End.