Wow. I took some of the specifics out of a style guide I had it create based on aspects I asked it to give that would be enough to recreate the writing style of an author and applied to a writing I did in 2015 and what it wrote below _is_ something I’d have written but didn’t write:
I remember when I was just a kid, sitting in the living room with my parents, watching TV shows that promised us the world. We’d huddle together on our lumpy, secondhand couch, the kind that groaned under the weight of our dreams, and we’d watch as those images danced across the screen. Flying cars, teleportation devices, cities floating on clouds – it all seemed so close, like we could reach out and touch it. But the years went by, and the future that once shimmered like a mirage in the desert sun never quite materialized.
Time has a funny way of playing tricks on us, doesn’t it? Just when we think we’ve got it all figured out, it slips through our fingers like water. I remember my first job, working at a little mom-and-pop store on the corner. I was so excited, so sure that this was the first step on my journey to greatness. But the hours dragged on, and the paychecks were never quite enough to make ends meet. I’d come home each night, tired and worn, and wonder if there wasn’t something more out there, just waiting for me to find it.
And yet, for all the disappointments and letdowns, there’s always been a spark of hope that keeps me going. I’ve seen the world change in ways that would have been unimaginable when I was a child, and I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, we’re on the cusp of something truly extraordinary. I’ve watched as computers went from hulking behemoths that took up entire rooms to sleek, pocket-sized marvels that hold the sum of human knowledge. I’ve seen cities rise from the ashes, breathing new life into the tired old bones of industry.
But what I find most remarkable are the connections we’ve forged along the way. I’ve met people from all walks of life, and they’ve shown me that our shared experiences, our triumphs and our tragedies, are what bind us together as a species. We may not have reached the stars, but we’ve stretched out our hands and touched one another’s hearts.
So I stand here, on the precipice of tomorrow, looking back at the dreams of yesterday and wondering what the future holds. Will we find our way to those glittering cities in the sky, or are we destined to forever chase the horizon, always striving but never quite reaching our destination? I don’t have the answers, and maybe that’s okay. Because as long as we keep moving forward, as long as we hold on to that little ember of hope that burns within us, anything is possible.
And who knows? Maybe one day, when we least expect it, we’ll find ourselves standing in the midst of that shining future we’ve always dreamed of, and we’ll look back at our past selves and smile, knowing that we made it after all.
Modified the style guide it made for me:
Style: Informal, conversational
Tone: Reflective, nostalgic, skeptical
Diction: Colloquial, relatable
Syntax: Varied, some long sentences with multiple clauses
Structure: Anecdotal, chronological
Voice: Personal, first-person narrative
Theme: Interlaced, random
Characterization: Narrator as tech enthusiast with personal experiences
Imagery: Various from dull to vivid to magical realism
Setting: Various instances across time
Conflict: Uncommon for the theme but not unreasonable
Allusion: Many but topical and very specific
Metaphor: Random but a theme of expecting a little more out of someone or something that’s capable
Irony: The narrator’s cautious optimism despite past disappointments
Mood: Reflective, bittersweet
Tension: Between past expectations and current reality
Style, Tone, Diction, Syntax, Structure, Pacing, Voice, Theme, Characterization, Imagery, Symbolism, Point-of-view, Dialogue, Setting, Conflict, Foreshadowing, Allusion, Metaphor, Simile, Irony, Allegory, Mood, Tension