[quote]Twilight
As Edward stared with his gleaming cold eyes I turned around and a werewolf was buttfucking me with a 6 inch big 3 inch wide cock.[/quote]
I write like
Stephenie Meyer
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no surprise
NSFW:
[quote]And he said "Let's go to the park". I drunkenly replied "NO!" in an outraged tone, because I did not want to get raped. He then pushed me down and restrained me with brute force. Before I knew it, he was gliding his rock hard cock over my petrified body. I was afraid of what he was going to do. A few seconds later he plunged deep into my anus reaching my prostate. he repeated a smooth motion many times until my prostate became swollen with ecstasy.[/quote]
This got me Stephen King level.
I pasted this from Lord of the Rings:
[quote]Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
He paused, and then said in a deep voice,
"This is the Master-Ring, the One Ring to rule them all.
This is the One Ring lost many years ago,
to the great weakening of its maker's power.
Now, he greatly desires to have it again,
- but he must NOT get it[/quote]
I got Stephen King.
Fuck yeah, I write like Stephen King :biggrin:
[quote]I am a dinosaur, hear me roar.[/quote]
I got Arthur Conan Doyle lol
I wrote "I LIKE DOODY POOPY MOUTH HA HA HA" and it gave me Shakespeare. This thing is a tad off.
it's not hard to write like him lol.
I did the test a few days ago, I got Chuck Palahniuk. I'm ok with it.
also hoopty why do you never post in the same threads as me
[QUOTE=Phoenix Ashes;23413972]LINK PLS.
thank you.[/QUOTE]
It's in the OP..
[quote]This was it, this was the day. The moment That was in all my dreams was happening right before my eyes. I felt cold, scared, like if there was nowhere to run as an inevitable death inched closer and closer. I stared at the old house. It had paint peeling off of every wall, every crevice, every microscopic pore in the rotten wood that was used for structural support. The paint was red and seemed to be dripping down blood from an open wound. This house was hell. To all the towns residents it appeared to be normal. But I knew it was something else, something frightening. I am the only one who can sense it, this evil malice of spirits from another world, focused into one. I must destroy it along with all the spirits who know. They know about me, they have been sending me these dreams of this moment. The moment I became trapped in a world which I cannot tell from the reality by logic. It is a twisted reality of what was, and what will be. I walked past the steps leading to the door and slowly... I opened it. I was blinded by visions. They were about me, they showed me the past, and they all led up to this house. There was nothing. Not one sound, not even my own breathing could be heard. Was I dead? Is this what death feels like? It was peace. Then I felt something. There it was the house, the house I have been waiting for since it last appeared in my dreams, It feels like I have been here before. I walk up the steps and open the door and I am blinded by visions. Visions of the past, they were about me walking into the house. They felt like more than just visions, they felt like they have happened before. They were calling to me trying to tell me something as if I should walk away and never look back. I couldn't, not even with the hundreds of visions all telling me the same thing. There was nothing. Not one sound, not even my own breathing could be heard. Was I dead? Is this what death feels like? It was peace, a peace that I regretted. I wanted to go back but I couldn't. Then I see it, the house. It looks like the one from my dreams but I also feel a force. It seems to be the souls of the men who have wondered inside never to be found. They were trying to tell me something. I could not figure it out and I thought I would know if I went inside. As I walked up the steps that lead to the front door, I feel it. All those hundreds of poor souls were not different, they were the same, they were... me. I turned around as if the spirits were controlling my body and I ran. I ran faster than I ever knew I could. I never looked back. and a never want to go back. The nightmare was over. My dreams were no longer haunted by that dreaded moment, my life was normal again. A few years later, I was hit by a car, it was a hit and run. When I woke up I saw it, the house it stared back, it mocked me. It felt as if I would never escape the nightmare after all.[/quote]
This story got me Dan Brown.
[QUOTE=Xen Tricks;23416471]I wrote "I LIKE DOODY POOPY MOUTH HA HA HA" and it gave me Shakespeare. This thing is a tad off.[/QUOTE]
Makes just about as much sense as English did then.
I got Lewis Carroll for multiple short stories I wrote.
I'm guessing it's structure/placement of words and punctuation.
who the hell is raymond chandler
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im gonna find were you live, shit in your stove, and shoot you got me william gibson
[QUOTE=Xen Tricks;23416471]I wrote "I LIKE DOODY POOPY MOUTH HA HA HA" and it gave me Shakespeare. This thing is a tad off.[/QUOTE]
you'd be surprised, shakespeare was not above scat jokes in his works
I apparently write like Mark Twain.
I write like Dan Brown.
[QUOTE=thisispain;23417167]you'd be surprised, shakespeare was not above scat jokes in his works[/QUOTE]
Actually i'm aware of that, Shakespeare made some damn crude jokes. The vagina references probably number in the dozens.
I just copied the bold text over the box and got H.P. Lovecraft.
This site thinks too highly of itself.
I plugged in an exerpt from David Wallace's "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again" and I get Vladimir Nabokov
Apparently, the Call of Pripyat opening sequence was written by Margaret Atwood.
Cool, I write like Charles Dickens.
I put in first few pages of North and South. Got David Foster Wallace. silly iwl
Dan Brown and J.R.R. Tolkien judging from 2 different short stories I wrote. Interesting, although I was hoping for king or lovecraft.
I got James Joyce.
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