Put one of my old college english papers and got H.P. Lovecraft.
I'm starting to question how this site gets it's results.
Edgar Allan Poe
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I gave it a six page paper and it came to that conclusion in two seconds. It's just random.
I write like
Neil [B]Gai[/B]man
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[QUOTE]Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air
I write like Raymond Chandler[/QUOTE]
I write like Neil Gaiman. No idea who that is...
[QUOTE]"I will not," Red growled, "become a part of your fucked up, brutal little law system here." he turned around and glowered at the sheriff.
"That's what you think son. We can take you any way you like. There's the easy way. Then there's the hard way." responded the sheriff gruffly.
"Then there's the third option. Where you try the hard way, and I kill you, and all eight of your men. With this six-shot revolver."
"I'd like to see you try, youngblood."
"No. I really don't think you would, sir." Red's hand floated steadily over his holster. The sheriff pointed with his head to one of his men.
"Bring this yellow sonofabitch to me." He turned around and began walking away-and a loud crack turned him on his heel again. The man he'd motioned to lay dead in the dirt, smoke floating from his forehead, blood trickling down to stain the ground. Red lifted his revolver to aim down the ironsights; the sheriff cringed. The next bullet fired from that gun, would be aimed at him. And he had a sneaking suspicion that this boy wouldn't miss.
"You wanna try that again, sir?"[/QUOTE]
Stephen King. Ok then. Not sure how to take that. Haha.
[quote]I was fapping once and my dad walked in was all like, "WHAT YOU WANNA E-"
and I stared at him and he was like, "For god sakes man lock your goddamned door" and walked off laughing.[/quote]
I write like Raymond Chandler....what