Friday, August 17, 2018

Friday, February 2, 2018

More Auto-fill!

I have to say, I'm becoming addicted to letting auto-fill write this story. This afternoon, I sat down to write my daily flash fiction. I decided to try to get Auto-fill to tell me more about the protagonist of this story. Here's what I got:

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The game has been a lot more than a few incidents. I did a lot of things to make sure that they didn’t find means to track my movements. I ate garbage all night so I had a different smell. I drove a tractor to pick up groceries. I wore clothes that were not really good enough for me to go to the gym in.

I am a huge fan of sushi so I don’t have it anymore. I love basketball so I don’t watch it anymore. I am an angry bird nowadays. All the things I love, I don’t do. I just have garbage for dinner, dress badly, and drive a lawn tractor any time I leave home.

I live in a dolphin house and it’s not really a good place. I can’t date, either. The other tenets would eat me out. The game is everything, even to them.

What is a dolphin house, you ask? Good question. It’s a parody of Dolphin Square in London, basically a bunch of “serviced” flop houses in a failed business district the supernaturals bought to house their pets. I do landscaping in exchange for rent, a job I got because of that damn lawn tractor.


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That last paragraph was me trying to turn Auto's rambling into some kind of context. I like it, I really do! Still need to find out some basic details such as gender, but the protag sounds intriguing at this point!

`Rebecca 

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Playing With Autofill

I found an article while browsing Face book that had me in stitches this evening. Botnik Studios put out an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation created with predictive keyboards. You read that right, they deliberately auto-wrecked themselves. It's gloriously hilarious.

Once my uncontrolled giggling subsided, I started thinking. What would a werewolf romance story written with auto-fill read like? I had to give it a try!

The first thing I discovered was that my phone's a better medium for this type of writing. The predictive keyboard I downloaded for my PC didn't seem to grasp action verbs or nouns. The second thing i discovered is that i have to guide the story a bit. My phone did come up with the premise of this bit of flash fiction, though. Here's my best creation to date:

Werewolves want to be the only ones in this game. The fact that I have been in the game for years now is a little hard to fathom. I’m not sure how I feel about it. The game sucks. I suck. Werewolves suck. Every time I try to get out, I get pulled back in eventually. They don’t want me here, but they won’t let me go, either.

The game is a simple thing. The only thing that is wrong is that it doesn’t work. They hide in public and pretend no one sees them. Most people play along and “don’t see” them. Sometimes people see them despite trying not to. I’m not one of those people who are still “not seeing” them.

They’ve never let me forget it. They haven’t killed me, though they have killed others. They haven’t absorbed me into their society, though they sometimes do that, too.

I can’t win, leave, join, or die. I just keep playing the game.



Not bad. I think I'll keep adding to this story to see where it goes!

~Rebecca

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Too Funny Not To Share!

I stumbled across this today and had to share. I think I know why Marissa doesn't let Mooney run the counter at the coffee shop! Lol!

~Rebecca

http://cheezburger.com/4369669/customer-service-wolf-has-a-different-way-of-dealing-with-costumers?bypassCache=true

Monday, December 18, 2017

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Strange Weather Here Lately

"Did you see this?" Mooney asked as I sat a plate of pumpkin pancakes on the table. I glanced over his shoulder at the tablet he was reading the morning news with.

"Snow in Corpus Christi, Texas while Denver is setting records for no measurable snow?" I asked as I sat down. The moment my butt hit the chair, his tablet disappeared. Food was serious business for werewolves. he'd started bringing the tablet to the table while I cooked breakfast because it annoyed me when he hovered while I cooked. It gave him something to focus on while waiting to be fed.

"Yep." In the time it took him to say that one word, all but two of the twelve pancakes had migrated from the plate in the middle of the table onto the plate filled with bacon. I pulled the last two pancakes to my side. It was just the two of us this morning, so I hadn't bothered with fancy presentation.

We ate in silence for a few minutes. I knew I'd get nothing more out of him until the food was gone. Besides, I knew what he was going to ask. I'm an earth witch, not a weather witch, but that didn't stop people from assuming I knew all tings about nature.

"So, is it a natural phenomenon? The snow, I mean?" he finally asked.

"Yep," I said, my mouth full of fluffy pumpkin goodness.

"How? They sometimes call Corpus Christi 'Crispy Corpses' because it gets so hot down there."

"Just because it doesn't snow often on the Gulf Coast doesn't mean it's unnatural, babe." I downed the last bite of my breakfast before continuing. "It takes a huge amount of power and time to affect the weather in a small area. Like a solid month of spell casting. To affect the weather in most of North America would be herculean. And Gaia would stop you before you got it moving like that."

"It just seems off, somehow," Mooney shrugged. He picked his tablet up off the counter and started reading again. "No snow in Denver just seems wrong."

"Denver doesn't actually get much snow this time of year," I replied. "And Corpus Christi last had snow in 2004, which was about the same time Denver last had a really long dry stretch. These rounds of extreme weather are becoming more frequent as the Earth warms, but they aren't unnatural in and of themselves."

"So this is Global Warming, not magic?"

I sighed. Sometimes, I had hope that people would make more effort to understand my kind. And then they started to think everything was magic, making me wish they knew nothing of my people.