After four tests I got either William Gibson or Raymond Chandler. One for the former and three for the latter.
After a quick look up I personally found that pretty neat. Certainly given me a little more confidence in my writing abilities.
After a quick look up I personally found that pretty neat. Certainly given me a little more confidence in my writing abilities.
James Joyce
... I am amazed with myself.
I got William Shakespeare
And this writing I had, too, taken from an RP of mine as Nelís was the one I chose to be analyzed:
Since the first letter Nelìs requested that the it be sent directly to him no matter the time of day or current whereabouts. Today the lad was in an assembly, sat around a large oblong desk along with other men who's voices were muffled to his ears. When the letter was held over his shoulder he nearly kissed it, N O N having saved Nelìs again though this time from boredom. He warmly took the envelope between his white gloved fingers, his eyes drifting over the seal. Eagerly, he quietly, note that men in the meeting had absolutely no proof that they had a youth, opened the it and found the paper thicker; edges rougher; and colour darker. Not as ethereal or delicate as the last, however he was still drawn to read.
The smile that had crept its way to Nelìs's lips hadn't gone unnoticed. Matter of fact, his eyes peered over the top of the paper whose essence filled his nose to the aged stony men whose eyes could burn the paper. How dare he have the audacity to read a letter at the assembly, they must have thought. The lad's faint smile never ceased as he slipped a pen from his neighbor's hand and began to write.
Dear N O N,
The smile that had crept its way to Nelìs's lips hadn't gone unnoticed. Matter of fact, his eyes peered over the top of the paper whose essence filled his nose to the aged stony men whose eyes could burn the paper. How dare he have the audacity to read a letter at the assembly, they must have thought. The lad's faint smile never ceased as he slipped a pen from his neighbor's hand and began to write.
Dear N O N,
Surely mint tea could assist if it put smiles on old mens' faces. As I write this letter I am among many who frown upon me reading your letter furthermore writing one of my own while I am in a meeting. May I add that you saved me insufferable boredom?
I hope all your letters occur to me in a time of suffering.
In answer to your question the people have become very reliant on me. No crow could land on someone's lot without them coming to me for my consent. Of course I'm exaggerating, but this is what it feels like in my skin.
I assure you that I cannot touch heaven. Not until I am struck dead at least and I hope that is not soon, but I have been to many places, New Zealand being my most favorite. Now only if I could call it home.
I presume that you are in a different place as you were when you sent your first letter. I will not ask where, but I will ask if you are enjoying your time there, wherever you are.
With All Sincerity,
Your Acquaintance, Nelìs Orlitt
I hope all your letters occur to me in a time of suffering.
In answer to your question the people have become very reliant on me. No crow could land on someone's lot without them coming to me for my consent. Of course I'm exaggerating, but this is what it feels like in my skin.
I assure you that I cannot touch heaven. Not until I am struck dead at least and I hope that is not soon, but I have been to many places, New Zealand being my most favorite. Now only if I could call it home.
I presume that you are in a different place as you were when you sent your first letter. I will not ask where, but I will ask if you are enjoying your time there, wherever you are.
With All Sincerity,
Your Acquaintance, Nelìs Orlitt
I wrote a paragraph out of a creepypasta I'm writing and got Dan brown.
...I've gotten David Foster Wallace and Cory Doctorow with a couple of recent-ish blog posts, and H.P Lovecraft, Ursula K Le Guin, and Mary Shelley with a few character profiles. I am pretty okay with this.
I write like
Raymond Chandler
An American novelist, writer of crime fiction featuring the private detective Philip Marlowe.
....I'm ok with that I guess? lol
Raymond Chandler
An American novelist, writer of crime fiction featuring the private detective Philip Marlowe.
....I'm ok with that I guess? lol
I tried it again, and was surprised when I had "Shakespeare".
Then I found too many links in my post, and deleted them.
The same text without all those neat images -> Anne Rice. Haha
I tried another post, and again Anne Rice. I give up
Then I found too many links in my post, and deleted them.
The same text without all those neat images -> Anne Rice. Haha
I tried another post, and again Anne Rice. I give up
I copied about ten paragraphs of my posts from a PM RP and got H.P. Lovecraft. Interesting!
"Howard Phillips "H. P." Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) was an American author who achieved posthumous fame through his influential works of horror fiction. Virtually unknown and only published in pulp magazines before he died in poverty, he is now regarded as one of the most significant 20th-century authors in his genre."
"Howard Phillips "H. P." Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) was an American author who achieved posthumous fame through his influential works of horror fiction. Virtually unknown and only published in pulp magazines before he died in poverty, he is now regarded as one of the most significant 20th-century authors in his genre."
http://iwl.me/s/e51188de Winning! I got J. R. R. Tolkien...
Off of:
As the golem sprang into action, Pluvio wrapped his arms around Kiari and pushed her against the wall. He was careful not smash her up against it. His body formed a shield between her and the erupting machination.
Before Pluvio could sound the alarm, the creature was gone and there was a hole in the ceiling. "Maybe we should go." He spoke in a quiet whisper as he released his nervous grip on the girl. A slight blue drow blush warmed his cheeks.
It was partly because of the embarrassment of overreacting. He called out, "Are you two still okay?" The worst thoughts ran through his mind. His thoughts focused on escaping while he still could.
Just a few more minutes, he thought.
Finally, a female voice called down telling the elves to cover their ears. Pluvio knelt down and motioned for Kiari to do the same. He jammed two of his gloved fingers as far down his ear canal as he could.
There were a few moments of silence. Then it hit. A voracious clang, one that shook each wizard to the very core of their bodies, deeper even than the whirring of the gears, called out through the night. The noise stopped suddenly, but would repeat, just as intense.
The repetition was enough to bring Pluvio to the floor. His heart was now beating so fast he was losing control of his meditation. Hopefully this noise would stop soon.
And after ten repetitions, the clanging stopped. It was the clock's bell sounding ten o'clock. The clanging would be heard even as far south as the drow village. It's sound waves carried news of the teams success to the village.
"Now we just have to get out of here", Pluvio said to himself in the dark.
Off of:
As the golem sprang into action, Pluvio wrapped his arms around Kiari and pushed her against the wall. He was careful not smash her up against it. His body formed a shield between her and the erupting machination.
Before Pluvio could sound the alarm, the creature was gone and there was a hole in the ceiling. "Maybe we should go." He spoke in a quiet whisper as he released his nervous grip on the girl. A slight blue drow blush warmed his cheeks.
It was partly because of the embarrassment of overreacting. He called out, "Are you two still okay?" The worst thoughts ran through his mind. His thoughts focused on escaping while he still could.
Just a few more minutes, he thought.
Finally, a female voice called down telling the elves to cover their ears. Pluvio knelt down and motioned for Kiari to do the same. He jammed two of his gloved fingers as far down his ear canal as he could.
There were a few moments of silence. Then it hit. A voracious clang, one that shook each wizard to the very core of their bodies, deeper even than the whirring of the gears, called out through the night. The noise stopped suddenly, but would repeat, just as intense.
The repetition was enough to bring Pluvio to the floor. His heart was now beating so fast he was losing control of his meditation. Hopefully this noise would stop soon.
And after ten repetitions, the clanging stopped. It was the clock's bell sounding ten o'clock. The clanging would be heard even as far south as the drow village. It's sound waves carried news of the teams success to the village.
"Now we just have to get out of here", Pluvio said to himself in the dark.
I got Arthur C. Clarke 
I supposedly write like Kurt Vonnegut. I'll have to read some of his stuff to see how true this is!!!
I picture William Shatner when I read your posts, VirusGhost!
You are on: Forums » Smalltalk » You write like ...
Moderators: Mina, Keke, Cass, Claine, Sanne, Dragonfire, Ilmarinen, Darth_Angelus