Website review: Proppian Fairy Tale Generator v1.0
KingBoy discovered this in Literature
•214 reviews since Jun 8, 2005
literature, mythology, fairy-tale-generator
•brown.edu/Courses/FR0133/Fairytale_Generator/...
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scribe77 rated 12 days ago- Cool site; you choose options to automatically generate a fairytale. Amusing.
- marjoree rated 12 days ago
- More handiness. Who needs innate creativity?
- dread rated 12 days ago
- probably something similar to this is used to write horoscopes in newspapers
- beatlebuddha rated 3 weeks ago
- This would have been extremely handy when I was in my Fantasy and Folklore class in college. Oh well.
- liquidiridium rated 6 weeks ago
- fun but kind of doofy. :D
- mrb30 rated 3 months ago
- Really cool idea. Create your own fairytale
- horusrogue rated 3 months ago
- faerie tale generator
- sophisticatedgrl rated 3 months ago
- this is very innovative... i like i like
- beatlegirl rated 3 months ago
- Suddenly all the people of the land appeared before me in spirit form. They shouted, "Where are you going to?" howled "Where are you coming from?" and voraciously attacked me with their voiceless screams. "Why are you here? How do you get up there?" The man smelled my skin and laughed. "You smell like fresh meat," he said. "You smell like you expect to be killed and eaten alive. What kind of boy would run around this fog like that?" I gave him my satchel and shoes as he asked me, then I shed my clothes as he advised me to do. "Wear this," he said, and he shed his own skin. It fell off in a pile on the soil floor looking like a tablecloth used in my home. When I clothed myself in his skin I no longer smelled like my home or the valley. Instead I became like the men on the mountain. I smelled distinctly foreign. I thanked the man and watched as he dressed himself in my own clothes. He said he would wear them until new skin grew on his back. While I stood and shook I prayed for the knowledge to come and fill that part of my head that knew and understood nothing of this world. I fled, I fled so fast that my feet did not feel the ground. Instead they chafed the cold breeze as my heels vibrated like wings of locusts and dragonflies. The blade struck me against my face and left a blood spot in the shape of a star. After all this time away, it seemed a mirage in a desert of hopelessness. My disbelief vanished when I saw my mother appear at the door of our small, cramped home of decaying wood. Home, I was finally home. My feet, wearing their newfound bottomed shoes, pressed gently across the soils as not to wake the men clamoring upwards. But I still felt a shadow trail at my footsteps that did not feel like my own. As I walked faster the shadow moved behind me as well, sometimes touching my bare skin with sodden ground. Before I entered my home my brothers came out, and, thinking I was a peddler, asked how much the jade I carried was worth. Without hesitance I lifted my pant legs began to dance in father's leather bottomed shoes. The soles breezed across the floor, cutting the mist with rhythmic motions. I then turned the ring on my finger and watched my father rise, soil shedding from his skin. His shaved face and clean hands stood against the paling crowd. This impressed the people who stood before me, as did the fact that my tongue did not bleed from the needle it held. "My son!" Mother cried out to me. As mother embraced me, she looked at my brothers with great disdain and hurt.
