The Fairy Tale Generator
March 16th 2008 07:05
Here's a nifty story maker called the Proppian Fairy Tale Generator.
Simply click on the functions that appeal to you and hit generate on the bottom of the text box. You'll have your custom-made fairy tale ready for you faster than you can shout "Rapunzel Rapunzel! Let down your hair!"
Here's the link: Proppian Fairy Tale Generator
In my case, I checked the following words: reconaissance, beginning counteraction, liquidation, exposure and transfiguration. This is the fairy tale I generated:
A serpent in the stream asked me, "What do you have in your bag?"
"Let me go then," I said.
From within the bowels of the creature I found my leather bottomed shoes and ring that father left to me. There at the top of the mountain I decided to bury my father's bones.
Father began to tell my story (with added embellishments and nuances) of rescue and courage to the others.
Mother licked her fingers and placed them to my face, wiping the thick layer of dirt away. Then I truly began to look like my father's son, in form, face, and color.
Er... not bad I guess? I thought the Father was already dead but he "began to tell my story." Maybe it was his ghost.
What's the fairy tale you generated?
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Comment by Babyjrulz
My Life My Muse
These are my words: complicity, mediation, receipt of a magical agent, guidance, recognition, exposure, wedding;
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.
The animal's footsteps still laid deep in the soil after the morning's dew. I thought of following them, and my shoes, and anything else the animal had taken with her.
The silver fish leapt from the water from his gurgling mouth came a bubble that solidified and dropped into my lap. Just as quickly as he had emerged, the fish plopped back into the water, leaving me to puzzle over this mysterious orb.
The woman in dragon scales glided up the mountain and vanished in the mists. The needle bade me to follow her snow white hairs that glistened like silver strands of dew.
My family pressed their hands on various swells of my body as they embraced me with joy.
People began to move away from the other person, who now shook his head and his hands. He kneeled to the floor and placed his head there in mercy.
A girl with snow white hair came to the house later that day, looking for the man with the leather-bottomed shoes and coat of dragon scales. She told me she was betrothed to that man who had taken her creature form and made her human. She reminded me of the mountain. She was beautiful.
Comment by Sonya 1
Writing Words
I checked trickery, pursuit, recognition, receipt of a magical agent and wedding, and this is what they generated:
One of them who came forward looked nothing like the others. She was dressed in white fluff and smelled clean. Her eyes were like a child's. "I'm in need of assistance," she said softly. "I need some help and I think you can help me."
My father's bones and needle transformed into a suit of skin. It smelled distinctly foreign like the mountain. When I put it on I felt like the mountain was traveling along my shoulder blades. It felt restless.
The sound of pattering steps quickly nipped at my heels as I ran. Looking behind me, I saw that the wolf-girl had grown larger. She carried on her back her sister, a lady wearing dragon scales whose white hair trailed in the wind.
My family pressed their hands on various swells of my body as they embraced me with joy.
As the soil on me continued to turn into gold, the ground of our garden sprouted trees, fruits, and vegetables. My family and I stared in a daze as we watched our land grow rich and the people of the soil draw away.