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What do you see # 32 — The Precision Photograph

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Today’s story has been written by an automatic plot generator. It’s the first time I’ve tried to use one where I’m publishing the story. There is a long line of questions you answer, then the generator pulls them all together. What do you think of the story? To me, it’s funny and not half bad.

The Precision Photograph

A Short Story
by Li

Tom Smith looked at the precision photograph in his hands and felt determined. He walked over to the window and reflected on his condemning surroundings. He had always loved aesthetic Sugarton with its calm, condemned cameras. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel determined.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jerry Haagendaas. Jerry was a bloodsucking victim with a sweating fist and a pale tongue.

Tom gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an unethical, vulnerable, Magners drinker with an imposing fist and an athletic tongue. His friends saw him as a calm, condemned crook. Once, he had even brought a xenotropic blackmail victim back from the brink of death. But not even an unethical person who had once brought a xenotropic blackmail victim back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Jerry had in store today.

The sun shone like flipping rats, making Tom excited.

As Tom stepped outside and Jerry came closer, he could see the narrow smile on his face.

Jerry glared with all the wrath of 9543 sleazy stale snakes. He said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want photographs.”

Tom looked back, even more excited and still fingering the precision photograph. “Jerry, pay me or I share the photos,” he replied.

They looked at each other with resigned feelings, like two stale, steady skunks shaking at a very enslaving picnic, which had blues music playing in the background and two sexy uncles remembering to the beat.

Tom regarded Jerry’s sweating fist and pale tongue.

“I feel the same way!” revealed Tom with a delighted grin.

Jerry looked disgusted, his emotions blushing like a tame, tan telefoto lens.

Then Jerry came inside for a nice drink of Magners.


This site also generates praise for the story:

Auto Praise for The Precision Photograph

I feel like I know Tom Smith. In a way, it feels as though I’ve always known him.”
–The Daily Tale

About as enjoyable as being hailed on whilst taking in washing that has been targeted by seagulls with the squits.”
– Enid Kibbler

Saying the sun shone like flipping rats is just the kind of literary device that makes this brilliant.”
–Hit the Spoof

I could do better.”
— Zob Gloop


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55 thoughts on “What do you see # 32 — The Precision Photograph

  1. Haha! This reminds me of one of my grandson’s book. Where he asked me random questions and filled in the blanks. The result was a hilarious story.
    Thanks for joining in the challenge

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  2. I think that that humour must come from knowing what it was that you entered and comparing it with the result.

    Jerry glared with all the wrath of 9543 sleazy stale snakes.

    I wonder what the Scribophile community would make of ‘art’ generated by this machine? Hmm… there’s a thought…

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  3. I found the story hard to follow. It contained too many unnecessary adjectives like precision photograph, xenotropic blackmail victim, flipping rats, and sleazy stale snakes. I think that your own imagination is far superior to any story that this generator cam create, but I bet this was fun Li.

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    1. It was a blast. I really was at a loss with the photo yesterday, which led to my looking for a story generator. I think my head was containing too many things yesterday, which left no room for imagination. Thank you for the kind words, Jim.

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    1. Glad you liked it, Barbara. I just picked the first choice, but there are so many genres/types there. I think you could have a blast with and I’m planning on going back. You’re right about the mad-libs. My cousin and I used to make up lists as kids and we never laughed so much as when we were doing them.

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