Category Archives: A.I. Expressions

What happens when I take three words from and online word generator, and feed them to an online A.I. content generator?

Plot Generator: Will the Vampire Slayer…

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Date: November 28, 2022

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Will the Vampire Slayer
A Teen Vampire Story
by Untitled writer

There’s a sweet new boy in Plymouth and he has everybody talking. Stunningly slender and devastatingly smart, all the boys want him. However, Albert Nolan has a secret – he’s a snooty vampire.

Will Willis is a hopeful, grubby boy who enjoys reading. He becomes fascinated by Albert who can stop lorries with his bare hands. He doesn’t understand why he’s so standoffish.

His best friend, an admirable goblin called Andrew, helps Will begin to piece together the puzzle. Together, they discover the ultimate weapon – the blue, cursed rope.

When bodies start turning up all over Plymouth, Will begins to fear the worst. The goblin urges her to report Albert to the police and he knows he should, so what’s stopping him?

He may resist Albert’s bite, but can he resist his charms?

Will he be caught jumping with the vampire?

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Plot Generator: Gregory DeVito’s Diary…

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Date: November 21, 2022

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Gregory DeVito’s Diary
A Lesbian Novel
by Writer Unknown

The night of the wedding changes everything for Gregory DeVito, a 124-year-old hairdresser from New York.

One moment, he is discussing eyebrows with his understanding husband, Jack Fish; the next, watching with horror as cowardly witches mug each other.

He knows these witches came from San Francisco but he can’t prove it – at least not without some tiny flamingos.

The hilarious, hopeful man knows that his contented life is over. He acquires some tiny flamingos and is reborn as the hero who will save the world from cowardly witches.

However, when one of the cowardly witches bites off Gregory’s abs with crippling effect, it looks like his quest is over.

Without abs, will Gregory DeVito be able to save the day?

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Plot Generator: Suffering A Fluffy Death…

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Date: November 15, 2022

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Suffering A Fluffy Death
A Drabble
by Writer Unknown

It was a tiny day accentuated by the killer moon. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a fluffy death.

I was enjoying dancing calmly as Honey ran casually, like a scheming frog talking casually.

The ruler had tiny tentacles and a killer leg. It didn’t look dangerous. Not even its wild tentacle warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its hooks.

I can still vividly recall the record coming down on my abs like a scrawny banana – moo. My life slipped away.

Only dearest Grandma weeps for me.

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Plot Generator: Pretty Moscow…

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Date: November 09, 2022

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Pretty Moscow
A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym

Jessica Williams was thinking about Will Nolan again. Will was a stupid knight with greasy toes and red arms.

Jessica walked over to the window and reflected on her industrial surroundings. She had always loved pretty Moscow with its grisly, gentle gates. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel unstable.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a stupid figure of Will Nolan.

Jessica gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a vile, cute, tea drinker with skinny toes and fat arms. Her friends saw her as a clear, cooing coward. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a scandalous toddler.

But not even a vile person who had once jumped into a river and saved a scandalous toddler, was prepared for what Will had in store today.

The sleet rained like swimming foxes, making Jessica stressed. Jessica grabbed a bendy teapot that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Jessica stepped outside and Will came closer, she could see the tasteless smile on his face.

“I am here because I want love,” Will bellowed, in an intelligent tone. He slammed his fist against Jessica’s chest, with the force of 3129 ostriches. “I frigging love you, Jessica Williams.”

Jessica looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the bendy teapot. “Will, I just don’t need you in my life any more,” she replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two mangled, moaning maggots sitting at a very tactless disco, which had reggae music playing in the background and two cute uncles eating to the beat.

Suddenly, Will lunged forward and tried to punch Jessica in the face. Quickly, Jessica grabbed the bendy teapot and brought it down on Will’s skull.

Will’s greasy toes trembled and his red arms wobbled. He looked calm, his body raw like a mushy, miniature map.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Will Nolan was dead.

Jessica Williams went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.

THE END


…”Scandalous Toddler”?!…My goodness!

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Plot Generator: Two Malicious Uncles Rampaging to the Beat…

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Date: November 02, 2022

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Two Malicious Uncles Rampaging to the Beat
A Short Story
by The Cookie

Naomi Hemingway looked at the giant blade in her hands and felt calm.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her Stinky surroundings. She had always hated wild Falmouth with its kindhearted, knotty kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel calm.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of James Thunder. James was a tactless writer with squat lips and brown fingernails.

Naomi gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a malicious, thoughtful, port drinker with wobbly lips and squat fingernails. Her friends saw her as a bulbous, brawny bear. Once, she had even helped a yarbelicious old lady cross the road.

But not even a malicious person who had once helped a yarbelicious old lady cross the road, was prepared for what James had in store today.

The drizzle rained like rampaging ostriches, making Naomi angry.

As Naomi stepped outside and James came closer, she could see the terrible glint in his eye.

“I am here because I want love,” James bellowed, in a ruthless tone. He slammed his fist against Naomi’s chest, with the force of 7718 goldfish. “I frigging hate you, Naomi Hemingway.”

Naomi looked back, even more angry and still fingering the giant blade. “James, d’oh,” she replied.

They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two odd, open owls jumping at a very cute dinner party, which had R & B music playing in the background and two malicious uncles rampaging to the beat.

Suddenly, James lunged forward and tried to punch Naomi in the face. Quickly, Naomi grabbed the giant blade and brought it down on James’s skull.

James’s squat lips trembled and his brown fingernails wobbled. He looked stable, his body raw like a moaning, magnificent map.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later James Thunder was dead.

Naomi Hemingway went back inside and made herself a nice glass of port.

THE END

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Song Lyrics Generator: How much do they love Oxford?…

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Date: November 01, 2022

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How much do they love Oxford?
By The Rotten Pudding
An Original Song

They get on with life as a space man,
They’re a tasty kinda type.
They like playing chess on Sundays,
They like swimming in the week.
They like to contemplate Cambridge.
But when they start to daydream,
Their mind turns straight to Oxford.

Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about Oxford with a smile,
Curved lips they just can’t disguise.
But they think it’s Cambridge making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Cambridge or…
Oxford?

They like to use words like ‘rather,’
They like to use words like ‘juicy.’
They like to use words about Cambridge.
But when they stop their talking,
Their mind turns straight to Oxford.

Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about Oxford with a smile,
Curved lips they just can’t disguise.
But they think it’s Cambridge making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Cambridge or…
Oxford?

They like to hang out with Becky,
They like to kick back with Tom,
But when left alone,
Their mind turns straight to Oxford.

Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about Oxford with a smile,
Curved lips they just can’t disguise.
But they think it’s Cambridge making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Cambridge or…
Oxford?

They’re not too fond of dirty hippos,
They really hate wasp nests,
But they just think back to Oxford,
And they’re happy once again.

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InferKit’s text generation tool…

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Date: September 25, 2022

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“InferKit’s text generation tool takes text you provide and generates what it thinks comes next, using a state-of-the-art neural network. It’s configurable and can produce any length of text on practically any topic.”

Stink, Toad, Green…

“Are you serious?

You are just a lowly green toad!

Oh well, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you sooner or later, green toad.”

My mind is finally blown.

Green toads with green eyes.

There are no green frogs that I know of, and this one has an especially bad stink.

Oh green toad, I’ve never met a green toad before.

It’s a nice green color, and you have green eyes, but this is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.

I can’t even imagine how strange it would be to be the green toad.

“No green toads, no.

I don’t like green toads, green toads stink, green toads stink to high heaven.

Green toads are ugly, stink to high heaven, and they are toad pee in the forest.

I can’t have them hanging around here.”

Yeah…I kind of like that. 🙂

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