[SKRIVA] Fler novellgeneratorer
- From: Ahrvid <ahrvid@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "skriva@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <skriva@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 19:35:39 +0100
Den mänskliga hjärnan är gjord för att uppfatta händelsekedjor, att en orsak
ger en verkan. Det är samma mekanism som i en välkomponerad intrig i en
berättelse.
Tyvärr är datorer och programvara inte lika bra på det, för datorer "förstår"
inget, inte mer än att de automatiskt kan återge mönster som programmerats in.
Därför blir s k novellgeneratorer långt från perfekta.
Men här är i alla fall ytterligare en del exempel i genren...
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Randumness: http://www.the-elite.net/story-generator/ Och så här blev en story:
"It all started when our cliche, protagonistic figure, Kalle, woke up in a
bush. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly displeased,
Kalle hit a gerbil, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it
did not). Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he realized that his beloved
goldbar was missing! Immediately he called his so-called best friend, Lisa.
Kalle had known Lisa for (plus or minus) 200,000 years, the majority of which
were flamboyant ones. Lisa was unique. She was plucky though sometimes a
little... clueless. Kalle called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Lisa picked up to a very unctuous Kalle. Lisa calmly assured him that most
South American hissing sloths yawn before mating, yet Indonesian devil cats
usually flamboyantly turn red *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant;
she was only concerned with distracting Kalle. Why was Lisa trying to distract
Kalle? Because she had snuck out from Kalle's with the goldbar only eleven
days prior. It was a enticing little goldbar... how could she resist?
It didn't take long before Kalle got back to the subject at hand: his
goldbar. Lisa sighed. Relunctantly, Lisa invited him over, assuring him they'd
find the goldbar. Kalle grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately.
After hanging up the phone, Lisa realized that she was in trouble. She had to
find a place to hide the goldbar and she had to do it randomly. She figured
that if Kalle took the nappy, busted-out hatchback, she had take at least
eleven minutes before Kalle would get there. But if he took the Rocket? Then
Lisa would be exceedingly screwed.
Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Lisa was interrupted by
eleven oafish zebras that were lured by her goldbar. Lisa cringed; 'Not again',
she thought. Feeling angered, she randomly reached for her gerbil and randomly
hit every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the
discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor,
squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the
Rocket rolling up. It was Kalle.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an
unscheduled stop at Seven-Eleven to pick up a 12-pack of dull pencils, so he
knew he was running late. With a inept leap, Kalle was out of the Rocket and
went wildly jaunting toward Lisa's front door. Meanwhile inside, Lisa was
panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the goldbar into a box of live hand
grenades and then slid the box behind her giraffe. Lisa was puzzled but at
least the goldbar was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Lisa explosively purred. With a calculated push, Kalle opened
the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some clueless coke
fiend in a rice rocket,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Lisa assured him. Kalle took a
seat just under where Lisa had hidden the goldbar. Lisa turned red trying
unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she
blurted. But Kalle was distracted. A few unsatisfying minutes later, Lisa
noticed a selfish look on Kalle's face. Kalle slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Lisa felt a stabbing pain in her double chin when Kalle asked this. In a
moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the goldbar right by her
oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look
started to form on Kalle's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly
out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's ninja stars from when she used
to have pet man-eating capybaras. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'.
Kalle nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Lisa could react, Kalle
deftly lunged toward the box and opened it. The goldbar was plainly in view.
Kalle stared at Lisa for what what must've been five microseconds.
Absolutely thrilled, Lisa groped charismatically in Kalle's direction, clearly
desperate. Kalle grabbed the goldbar and bolted for the door. It was locked.
Lisa let out a electric chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that
thing, none of this would have happened, Kalle,' she rebuked. Lisa always had
been a little annoying, so Kalle knew that reconciliation was not an option; he
needed to escape before Lisa did something crazy, like... start chucking
potatos at her or something. A few unfulfilled decades later, he gripped his
goldbar tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the
glass panels.
Lisa looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other
door was open, you know.' Silence from Kalle. 'And to think, I varnished that
window frame two days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of
concern for Kalle. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Lisa walked over to the
window and looked down. Kalle was gone.
Just yonder, Kalle was struggling to make his way through the magical
cornfield behind Lisa's place. Kalle had severely hurt his armpit during the
window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral
zebras suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the goldbar. One by one they
latched on to Kalle. Already weakened from his injury, Kalle yielded to the
furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing
consciousness was a buzzing horde of zebras running off with his goldbar.
But then God came down with His smart smile and restored Kalle's goldbar.
Feeling pleased, God smote the zebras for their injustice. Then He got in His
gas-guzzling, ecology-destroying, tankish SUV and sputtered away with the
fortitude of half a million spotted wolf hamsters running from a little pack
of legless puppies. Kalle shimmied with joy when he saw this. His goldbar was
safe. It was a good thing, too, because in four minutes his favorite TV show,
Idol, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When spotted wolf hamsters
meet gun'). Kalle was giddy. And so, everyone except Lisa and a few rusty razor
blade-toting albino cats lived blissfully happy, forever after.
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The Writer's Plot Idea Generator:
http://writers-den.pantomimepony.co.uk/writers-plot-ideas.php
When hostages are taken, a group of stoned hippies go on a long journey.
An activist has limited time to gain the assistance of a million dollar
jewel. The story is reduced to chaos by a surprising revelation.
A bitter fireman stumbles upon a magic love potion. The situation is concluded
by the discovery of the missing papers.
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The Postmodernism Generator: http://www.elsewhere.org/pomo/ (ingen novell, men
en trovärdigt postmodern artikel...)
Semioticist Dematerialisms: Feminism in the works of Cage
1. Gibson and the postdialectic paradigm of discourse
In the works of Gibson, a predominant concept is the concept of
deconstructive consciousness. Therefore, a number of narratives concerning the
difference between sexual identity and class exist. Foucault uses the term
precultural feminism to denote the economy, and some would say the rubicon,
of subcapitalist truth.
Thus, any number of situationisms concerning semantic socialism may be
revealed. Precultural feminism holds that class, somewhat surprisingly, has
significance.
However, the main theme of Druckers[1] essay on feminism
is a mythopoetical totality. Derrida promotes the use of postdeconstructivist
conceptual theory to challenge colonialist perceptions of sexual identity.
In a sense, the subject is interpolated into a postdialectic paradigm of
discourse that includes culture as a whole. Bataille suggests the use of
feminism to modify class.
(Så börjar den simulerade postmoderna babblet iaf.)
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Movie Plot and Random Story Generators:
http://www.softwaresecretweapons.com/jspwiki/movieplotandrandomstorygenerators
En rad textgeneratorer finns på siten, t ex
http://www.lifeformz.com/cgi-bin/idea/idea.fcgi
An anorexic jewel thief inherits money from a charming circus performer.
A couple of teachers attend a convention in a bed-and-breakfast.
A jolly hoodlum and a widow discover an ancient burial ground in a bar.
A graphic designer is supposed to be given a surprise party in a dungeon.
Seven clowns form a bowling league on a starship.
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Och det finns fler. Det är bara att googla (bra sökord story, generator, plot,
software, osv).
--Ahrvid
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