it's almost dawn
ignore the title.
my current status is E M O. but let's ignore it. because I'm here to ignore it too ^_^
I stole this from exile_kid (and many more, can't remember /shot). I copy-pasted my latest 3 unfinished and unpublished (naturally :P) fictions. and I let the software to analyze them.
want a peek to my fic? I know my English is bad. and it could be worse. but I'm too enthusiastic to torture your eyes :P
This is a story about a woman who jumped from a 50-storey building. The day was still young. The street far below her was busy with people driving and walking to work. The air was humming with urban waste. Policemen at three o’clock down there, looking at her. One of them was talking on his radio, calling for backup. She wouldn’t die alone and unnoticed, that’s for sure. Failed suicide attempts come from hesitation, she thought. She didn’t have one.
I write like
David Foster Wallace
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
who is he?
/plak.
peeking the second fic:
It’s almost dawn. I knew it wasn’t the right time for a visit, but he didn’t mind. I knew this visit wasn’t right either. But again, he didn’t mind. I knew he always sleep late. I knew I shouldn’t have knocked his door at this hour. His messy hair and sleepy eyes should’ve stopped him from letting me in. But instead he said, “coffee?”
It’s too early for coffee, too early to wake up, and too early to change the bed sheet. This isn’t the same bed sheet that I slept on. The one that I used to grab real tight. The one that smelled like ours. Why did he change that sheet? Doesn’t he like the smell?
the analysis:
I write like
Jack London
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
ok. i began to understand why you said that. o.O
(did Jack London write smut? >.< )
and now... peeking the third fic.
nah, I won't give you that pleasure. I mean, torture
:p
He smirked. His eyes couldn’t leave her blood-bath breasts.
“Are you gonna stare at my breasts forever? Give me your jacket. I can’t walk home like this.”
“Don’t I get a reward?” he moved only to get a closer look of her breasts.
“What?” she yelled.
and it says...
I write like
Dan Brown
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
wooow! this is HILLARIOUS!
I wrote smut and it says I write like Dan Brown ???
excuse me, pals. I have to go to CNN, or at least amazon.com to spread the news.
I write smut and I write like Dan Brown !!!
I write smut and I write like Dan Brown !!!
I write smut and I write like Dan Brown !!!
I write smut and I write like Dan Brown !!!
hurraaaay!
my current status is E M O. but let's ignore it. because I'm here to ignore it too ^_^
I stole this from exile_kid (and many more, can't remember /shot). I copy-pasted my latest 3 unfinished and unpublished (naturally :P) fictions. and I let the software to analyze them.
want a peek to my fic? I know my English is bad. and it could be worse. but I'm too enthusiastic to torture your eyes :P
This is a story about a woman who jumped from a 50-storey building. The day was still young. The street far below her was busy with people driving and walking to work. The air was humming with urban waste. Policemen at three o’clock down there, looking at her. One of them was talking on his radio, calling for backup. She wouldn’t die alone and unnoticed, that’s for sure. Failed suicide attempts come from hesitation, she thought. She didn’t have one.
I write like
David Foster Wallace
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
who is he?
/plak.
peeking the second fic:
It’s almost dawn. I knew it wasn’t the right time for a visit, but he didn’t mind. I knew this visit wasn’t right either. But again, he didn’t mind. I knew he always sleep late. I knew I shouldn’t have knocked his door at this hour. His messy hair and sleepy eyes should’ve stopped him from letting me in. But instead he said, “coffee?”
It’s too early for coffee, too early to wake up, and too early to change the bed sheet. This isn’t the same bed sheet that I slept on. The one that I used to grab real tight. The one that smelled like ours. Why did he change that sheet? Doesn’t he like the smell?
the analysis:
I write like
Jack London
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
ok. i began to understand why you said that. o.O
(did Jack London write smut? >.< )
and now... peeking the third fic.
nah, I won't give you that pleasure. I mean, torture
:p
He smirked. His eyes couldn’t leave her blood-bath breasts.
“Are you gonna stare at my breasts forever? Give me your jacket. I can’t walk home like this.”
“Don’t I get a reward?” he moved only to get a closer look of her breasts.
“What?” she yelled.
and it says...
I write like
Dan Brown
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
wooow! this is HILLARIOUS!
I wrote smut and it says I write like Dan Brown ???
excuse me, pals. I have to go to CNN, or at least amazon.com to spread the news.
I write smut and I write like Dan Brown !!!
I write smut and I write like Dan Brown !!!
I write smut and I write like Dan Brown !!!
I write smut and I write like Dan Brown !!!
hurraaaay!