I write just like HG Wells. Honest. I’ve got the certificate here:
I also write exactly like Kurt Vonnegut, L.Frank Baum ( who he ?) and Dan Brown ! Dan Brown ! Just think of all those dreadful books I’m going to write! Just think of the money!
Of course, it’s another algorithm. A not-very-good algorithm. You paste in your story and …bingo ! You get a very flattering reply. Your writing is always like some giant of literature and never the football reporter on ” The Daily Filth.”
The Poetry Assessor has some minimal value. This one is just a bit of fun.
I put this piece in just to see what InstaCritic made of it.
You might recognise it.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Could it, by any chance, be William Shakespeare ? Absolutely not. The speech you have just read was written by ….drumroll maestro,please…
Who would have thunk it, eh ?
If you want to have a look for yourself, then the site is here. Fun for all the family