Yes, what the title says is true. And yes, I know, artists don’t dabble with AI. That’s a debate for another blog.
This is a lot more positive than I expected to be honest. It’s actually upbeat – and yeah, it did a great job depicting me. I guess I just figured the story would be more within the Dark Fiction genre since you know, that’s usually the style I write it. But I guess this AI pulled from my bio, my poems, and my science fiction works to punch this one out.
I Told AI to Imitate My Writing Style to Create Flash Fiction
The night was cold and still, the snow having fallen quietly a few hours earlier and the air now heavy with its blanket of white. Willy Martinez stood in the middle of the deserted street, the silence that stretched out around him broken only by his own breathing. He looked up at the stars, their distant light twinkling in the sky, and smiled.
Thoughts of his family ran through his mind as he stood in the street, his parents, his brothers, and sisters, their laughter and love still echoing in his memory. He remembered the way his father had taught him to read, the way his mother had sung to him when he was afraid, and the way his siblings had been his constant companions.
He thought of the little house at the end of the street, the one with the broken window, and he smiled sadly. It had been their home, the same one he had grown up in, the same one that had given them shelter and hopes in the bleakest of times.
It had been a long and difficult journey, but he had made it. He had come a long way, and he had achieved more than anyone could have expected. But still, he remembered the past, remembered the good and the bad, and remembered why he had kept going.
And so, with a deep breath, Willy Martinez stepped forward, his feet stirring the snow beneath him, determined to make it to the end of the street. He looked up at the stars, their distant light twinkling in the sky, and smiled. For he was sure of one thing: no matter how difficult the path may have been, he had the courage to keep going.