Writer’s Generator’s introductory

The Writer’s First Line Generator is a website that has computer-generated assistance if writing. tumblr_nqx8pj7h531tubinno1_1280This week WordPress has been encouraging a daily post of flash fiction and it helped identify a direction to write my flash fiction post of three days ago.
However, yesterday I went back to the site if I could mine it more for inspiration. It suggested an introduction very, very similar to my post of the twenty-fifth. This is what it had:

The afternoon when my brother murdered his wife, I became a millionaire’s tailor.

I was unhappy that what seemed promising to flash fiction rolling quickly became redundant.
Frankly, this sentence seems a little strange: it was a jump-off point three days ago for flash fiction, but the same general composition would likely result if I went from there. However, tonight, I’m thinking, and suddenly I realize I can surf the Content Creation Tool below:


Basically, Spinbot alters a composition so that words among the whole of the piece turn into different words. The result is amusing, somewhat helpful and a bit of fun seeing the original work transplanted into something new. Writer’s Generator gave, “…afternoon when my brother murdered his wife, I became a millionaire’s tailor.” Dropped into Spinbot, I suddenly have:
The evening when my sibling killed his wife, I turned into a mogul’s tailor.
Now “afternoon” is “evening”, “brother” is “sibling,” “became” is “turned into,” and “millionaire” is “mogul.”

I like the revised sentence more than what I asked Writer’s Generator to suggest last night. The question might arise whether a millionaire is the same as a mogul. I feel they are one and the same. Certainly, a millionaire is able to act as a mogul. He or she with the million dollars has quite a bit of sway as a “name.”. In fact, the chance that the protagonist might be tailor to a mogul seems to my sensibilities to be more interesting than the more simple utterance of “millionaire.” A mogul takes action and carries out that which benefits him or her; perhaps a millionaire does not. Therefore the fictional mogul may be more interesting than his counterpart, the Writer’s Generator’s “millionaire.”

It is made more interesting that the specific characterization of the “mogul’s tailor” is in the Writer’s Generator’s introductory sentence. The mogul by necessity becomes less interesting than the less powerful character, the tailor. The mogul’s behaviour is less important than the tailor’s behaviour, because the story of the events in the tailor’s life as they relate to he or she (and entertain the reader). Whereas in reality a mogul might have more of an impact than the life of a tailor, in fiction that tailor may be more clearly defined as the protagonist and therefore of greater relevance to the story going forward with the introduction suggested by the Writer’s Line Generator. A reader could be moved more by circumstances in the life of a tailor if the reader is involved in the story.

However, of course, the tailor’s sibling killed his wife. This sets in action the course of the events in the story. It may be the story of how his or her sister-in-law lost her life, but more to the point the tailor is now in the service of the mogul, in the unwritten story (thanks Writer’s First Line Generator). This line suggests the tailor’s employment in the service of the mogul is the theme of the story.

tumblr_nqx8chHbKD1tubinno1_1280I wanted to explain myself here how I originated the flash fiction writing of two days ago. Thanks for reading. In the future, I expect to move on from input courtesy of this Generator.


the conversation these three women are having

small“The day I ate the wedding cake, we staged a revolt,” said Janis, laughing. The day was a scorcher, beating down on the little-populated sidewalk intricately adorned with stripes and oval shapes. Behind the three girls, the mountains rose above the skyline like the picture of doom. Down here away from the wild, life was certainly easier, but also surprising, though the girls were familiar with one another and were fond of one another.
“Poor Gregg,” retorted Helen, pleased by the strange joke. The girls were in sync together, but Tricia seemed stern.
“Poor Gregg!” continued Janis, giggling. “He fired the starter pistol!” Helen and Janis laughed together. However, Tricia didn’t join in their mirth.
“Oh, come on,” Janis said admonishingly to Tricia. “Whatever is the matter?”
Tricia looked down slightly, the sweat on her brow slightly glinting in the afternoon sun. “It is my folks,” she told Janis and Helen. “They called last night from the farm.” “Optimistically, I hope,” observed Janis. “It was good, wasn’t it?”
“Not altogether,” replied Tricia. “I have some things to do back there now.”
“What is that farm called?” asked Helen. “It had a funny name, didn’t? Frithercourt… Ripplehold…. What is it?”
“Snestercote,” answered Tricia. “The farm is named Snestercote.”
“That’s it,” declared Helen. “Whatever is the matter?”
“My parents are in financial straits,” Tricia hesitantly told her girlfriends. “When I heard from them this time, I promised I would be back there soon.”
“Too bad,” Janis uttered, a bit gushing. “You will miss so much this weekend!”
“It’s true,” agreed Helen. “We’ll have the time of our lives and you will miss the party!”
“All the same,” continued Janis, “I hope you manage. It’s hard when the bills must be paid.”
“They get paid,” replied Tricia. “I’m going as soon as I can. I need to talk to Doyle.”
“That idiot,” said Helen, sneering. “Will he give you the time off work?”
Tricia nodded, her long raven-coloured hair swinging behind her. “He never makes me come in when there’s a problem. There are enough people there that they can cover.”
“It will be just Janis leading the revolt when we hit the town,” joked Helen. “Leaving us!”
“Duty calls,” argued Tricia. “I only hope I can talk sense into my dad. He is stubborn about money.”
“Stubborn is Doyle keeping a promotion off your desk,” agreed Helen. “You’ve worked there so long and hard.”
“It isn’t easy moving up. Not everything in life comes easy,” philosophized Tricia, trying not to pout.
“You deserve it, though,” argued Helen.
“Well, maybe,” said Tricia. “It doesn’t matter right now. I have enough in my savings for my mom and dad with the problems they have. I’m sure they’ll take it. I’ll tell them that they can repay me. I’ll just convince my dad to accept, and my mom.”
“You’ll talk them into it,” put in Janis. Her Elven collar bounced on her shoulders. “You could talk a fish into buying running shoes. They’ll see reason.”
“Running shoes!” repeated Helen.
“One way or another, my mom and dad will keep Snestercote. I know in my heart that’s what they want.” Tricia noticed the sky for the briefest of moments. “Everything will be all right.”
“Don’t worry,” Helen reassured Tricia.