Random Thread & The Philosopher's Stone

[marypops!]

OK, so I wrote this:

It was a misty Summer morning in Florida. The weather was already warm and was threatening to get hotter throughout the day. Very few people were already awake, seeing as the time was around 5:30, but in Orlando, many families were already waking up to get ready for a day packed with thrills as they planned to visit one of the many theme parks in the area.

It said my writing style was like Cory Doctorow again. I changed it to this.

It was a misty Summer morning in England. The weather was already warm and was threatening to get hotter throughout the day. Very few people were already awake, seeing as the time was around 5:30, but in London, many families were already waking up to get ready for a day packed with adventure as they plan to explore the history behind the city.

It still gave me Cory Doctorow!

 

[marypops!]

Another quickly written thing.

I woke up to the sound of a bell ringing as my alarm clock went off. I tried to remember the dream I was having, but it was all just a blur. Something about lemons. I gave up and got out of bed to get ready for school. It was set to be another dull day where I tried to look interested in learning when I really wasn't.

It gave me Stephanie Meyer! -_-

 

[marypops!]

My name is Gregory Matthews and I live in an average house in an average town with a not so average family. You see, my dad works with NASA, my mum is an artist, my older sister is a football player, and I own a robot for a pet. I still go to school and try to lead a normal life, but my relatives get in the way of achieving that.

This gave me someone called Vladimir Nabokov.

This is a lot of fun.

 

[softball chick]

I got James Joyce and I've never heard of him before...

 

[MickeyisBeast]

I did that writing analyzing thing on four different pieces of writing and I got Cory Doctorow each time... I don't even know who he is.

 

[softball chick]

I tried a short story I wrote for English last year instead of the random on the spot improv thing I did last time and now I got Margaret Mitchell, and again, I don't know who that is. I want someone I know!!!

 

[marypops!]

Cory Doctorow wrote a book called Down & Out in the Magic Kingdom. It's a pretty good read. It's also available to read anywhere on the Internet.

Right now, i'm writing a random fairytale to see what I get.

 

[marypops!]

Once upon a time, there was a princess trapped in a tower called Trixie. She didn't have long flowing hair like Rapunzel, but she did have a passion for knitting scarves. She hoped that one day her prince would come (and also her prints. She mailed the camera reel months ago and still hadn't got anything back!) but they were busy saving the other princesses trapped in towers around the Kingdom of Cadnio. Hers happened to be the furthest away from the village centre and was also the most dangerous, covered with ice-breathing dragons, poisonous kittens and man-eating pies. Trixie updated her Chirper account almost daily, as her 42 followers read about her struggles to fit her day into 140 characters. One day whilst knitting a ghastly pink & brown scarf, the idea came to her that she could knit a really long scarf that could act as a rope which she could climb down and escape the tower with. After days of intensive knitting, she realised it was quicker to just tie all her existing scarves together. Just as Trixie was about to throw her makeshift rope down the tower, she heard a voice from below yell up to her.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down your hair!".
"I'm not Rapunzel, i'm Trixie." she yelled back down to the mystery man. "You want the tower to the left of the stone-throwing puppets".
"Thanks!" cried the man from below. "Do you need to be rescued as well?"
"No thanks. I was just about to escape by myself". Trixie replied.
"OK. Well it was nice talking to you. Bye!". The man then rode off on his golden retriever towards a tower in the distance. Trixie then got back to work by tying one end of her makeshift rope to the doorknob of the locked door, and threw the rest of the scarves out of the window. They fell and reached inches above the ground below. Trixie gathered up a pile of her belongings and spotted something glinting under her bookshelf. It was a small key. She went back to the locked door and found a keyhole. Trixie put the key in the keyhole and turned until she heard a click. Of course! She lost the key after a particularly awful night out with Snow White and Cinderella. She came back to the tower drunk and locked herself in the tower for some reason. Trixie ran down the stairs and into the living room where she turned on the TV and watched Desperate Tower Princesses, her favourite show.

THE END!

That random story gave me Ian Fleming.

 

[I Am What I Am]

What's the website?

 

[DancingAllie]

Spaghetti for dinner

 

[softball chick]

What's the website?

http://iwl.me/

 

[marypops!]

What's the website?

www.iwl.me

 

[DancingAllie]

I did that writing analyze thing and I got Stephen King.

 

[I Am What I Am]

Thanks.


I got Ursula K. Le Guin

 

[marypops!]

It was an unusually chilly August morning in Orlando. The sun had only started to rise over Disney's Old Key West resort when a young teen's slumber was interrupted by the phone ringing. Rubbing his eyes, he answered it and heard an automated alarm clock message telling him to wake up and wishing him a happy day in the Walt Disney World resort. He groaned and tried to get back to sleep, but before he could even close his eyes, he was being shaken awake by his mum, then the covers were pulled off the bed, exposing the teenager to the cold morning.

That's another Cory Doctorow.

 

[DancingAllie]

I did another one just now and yet again got Stephen King.

 

[I Am What I Am]

Tried it again, got Margret Mitchell.

 

[I Am What I Am]

Yay!


I just put a bit of a Harry Potter fic I wrote in there and I got J.K. Rowling.

 

[softball chick]

Yay!


I just put a bit of a Harry Potter fic I wrote in there and I got J.K. Rowling.

I did the same thing and got her as well.

 

[marypops!]

I extended the last one to this.

It was an unusually chilly August morning in Orlando. The sun had only started to rise over Disney's Old Key West Resort when a young teen's slumber was interrupted by the phone ringing. Rubbing his eyes, he answered it and heard an automated alarm clock message telling him to wake up and wishing him a happy day at Disney World. He groaned and tried to get back to sleep, but before he could even close his eyes, he was being shaken awake by his mum, then the covers were pulled off the bed, exposing the teenager to the cold morning.
"Come on George, you don't want to be late for that tour you're going on." she said.
"But it's, like, half four in the morning! I don't even have to be there until six." he replied.
"Well, it's nine o' clock back home and you need to get ready to leave. Shower, brush your teeth, get dressed, have some breakfast. By the time that's all done, it should be half past five, which gives you enough time to reach Magic Kingdom in more than enough time."
George muttered something unintelligible and got out of bed. Sure enough come half past five, he was ready to leave the hotel room and head to the Magic Kingdom to attend a special tour currently made available for members of D23, a special club Disney recently made for the hardcore fans. The tour in particular went places no others have gone, taking guests into the sets of their most famous rides. The highlight was a walk through the Haunted Mansion, getting up close to the animatronics and traversing the many rooms. Due to the nature of the tour, it has to be done before the park officially opens so none of the rides have to be closed.

I still have Cory Doctorow...