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iwl.me

Copy any paragraph from any recent essay or work you have saved and paste it into the box on I write like.

Or you can even type it on the spot.
Post results.

>> No.1750627
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>;':'"';#2#2#2#2#::'';2;';"':%":"%:";"5:25:"5255;5;5;52@@@@

>I write like
William Shakespeare

>http://iwl.me/s/f0797b6c

>> No.1750635

J. D. Salinger

>> No.1750646

>If we evolved from apes, why are there still apes?

Arthur Conan Doyle

>> No.1750643

same here, OP, wtf

>> No.1750652
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YESSS

>> No.1750653

input:
>implying implying implying implying

I write like
Dan Brown

>> No.1750658
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1750658

>how can you believe in evolution if its just a theory (a geuss)?

>Douglas Adams

>mfw

>> No.1750662

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>I write like James Joyce

>> No.1750664

too embarrassed to admit

>> No.1750665

>How can you believe in evolution if it's just a theory (a geuss)?

gUESS who, /sci/ducks...

>> No.1750667

>>1750665
See:
>>1750658

>> No.1750671

I write like
Leo Tolstoy

author of war and peace?

WTF

>> No.1750676

I pasted 6 high school papers I made from high school history class, each ranging from 5-7 pages long, and 3 of them were Kurt Vonnegut, and the other 3 were H.P. lovecraft

>> No.1750677

>not science

>> No.1750680

Edgar Allan Poe for me.

>> No.1750681

Robert Frost

FUCK THIS TEST

>> No.1750685

>>1750676

DUDE ME TOO

>> No.1750698

Isaac Asimov.

>> No.1750707

Jonathan Swift.
I don't even know who that is.

>> No.1750708
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Pasted my Lunar colonization plan

also fuck yeah my favorite author

>> No.1750709

david foster wallace.

not sure if want

>> No.1750712
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>>1750707
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

>> No.1750720

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>I write like Ray Bradbury
>this test is legit

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>> No.1750716

>>1750665
Typed that in got Stephenie Meyer

>> No.1750728
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copied an entire page from a Mark Twain essay


>HP Lovecraft

>> No.1750741

pasted two paragraphs from an essay I'm writing for a course, one was like David Foster Wallace, the other H.P. Lovecraft.

>> No.1750745

Dolores breezed along the surface of her life like a flat stone forever skipping across smooth water, rippling reality sporadically but oblivious to it consistently, until she finally lost momentum, sank, due to an overdose of fluoride as a child which caused her to lie forever on the floor of her life as useless as an appendix and as lonely as a five-hundred-pound barbell in a steroid-free fitness center.

Vladimir Nabokov

Sultry it was and humid, but no whisper of air caused the plump, laden spears of golden grain to nod their burdened heads as they unheedingly awaited the cyclic rape of their gleaming treasure, while overhead the burning orb of luminescence ascended its ever-upward path toward a sweltering celestial apex, for although it is not in Kansas that our story takes place, it looks godawful like it.

Dan Brown

She wasn't really my type, a hard-looking but untalented reporter from the local cat box liner, but the first second that the third-rate representative of the fourth estate cracked open a new fifth of old Scotch, my sixth sense said seventh heaven was as close as an eighth note from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, so, nervous as a tenth grader drowning in eleventh-hour cramming for a physics exam, I swept her into my longing arms, and, humming "The Twelfth of Never," I got lucky on Friday the thirteenth.

Dan Brown

The corpse exuded the irresistible aroma of a piquant, ancho chili glaze enticingly enhanced with a hint of fresh cilantro as it lay before him, coyly garnished by a garland of variegated radicchio and caramelized onions, and impishly drizzled with glistening rivulets of vintage balsamic vinegar and roasted garlic oil; yes, as he surveyed the body of the slain food critic slumped on the floor of the cozy, but nearly empty, bistro, a quick inventory of his senses told corpulent Inspector Moreau that this was, in all likelihood, an inside job.

James Joyce

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I lol'd.

>> No.1750762

Depending on what I submit, I get H. P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, James Fenimore Cooper, Jonathan Swift, Daniel Defoe, or fucking Dan Brown. The main determinate seems to be the subject matter.

>> No.1750764

>type in nigger 256 times
>You write like Mark Twain

>> No.1750765

>>1750746
i luld

>> No.1750770

>>1750764
That's fucking hilarioius

>> No.1750771
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>>1750764
We think alike.

>> No.1750772

>>1750728
well that about sums up the legitimacy of this bullshit.

>> No.1750782

I keep getting either

Lovecraft
Vonnegut
and David foster wallace

>> No.1750783
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>"cocks dicks penises schlongs dongs wee wees pee pees weiners peiners twig n berries testicular totem pole boner woody maaaa buzz lightyear p3n15lol penisssssssss"

>I Write Like: David Foster Wallace

>MFW

>> No.1750812

Typed in Space travel 100 times
Got Arthur Clarke

Typed Robots 100 times
Got Isaac Asimov


confirmed to subject matter

>> No.1750815

I copied the entirety of The Last Question and got Douglas Adams

>> No.1750832

>poopoo doodoo poop, doodoo doo; doooo.

>I write like Stephen King

ahahaha

>> No.1750838

I write like Mark Twain.

>> No.1750847

nigger nigger nigger.
You write like Mark Twain.

>> No.1750854

Dicknibble
Dicknibble
Cthulhu is a dickwad, what an ass, hahaha, how long is this cuntface.

You write like Cory Doctorow

>> No.1750856

>Mark Twain Mark Twain Mark Twain Mark Twain Mark Twain Mark Twain Mark Twain Mark Twain Mark Twain Mark Twain

>I write like James Joyce

>> No.1750863

Half of one chapter of a...

Got William Gibson.

Given that it's actually a cyberpunk story I wrote to fuck around, that's kinda cool.

2nd try. Entire chapter.

William Gibson again.

3rd try. Chapter One.

William Gibson.

I don't care if the site is stupid - it seems to think I'm consistent in my writing. Which is good.

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>>1750627
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

paste Shakespeare, don't get Shakespeare my face...

>> No.1750889

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."

>You write like H.G. Wells

cool story, bro