Recently I began attempting to utilize the speech recognition function of my computer to dictate text.
Daily (w)rite had just posted the A to Z Challenge: Flash Fiction, which included a photograph and a prompt “Lately he had been feeling…”.
This is completely new ground for me, and I was fascinated.
I decided to attempt the project using the Speech Recognition function of my computer.
Behold the results; a story within a story, it would seem…or…you be the judge….
Here is the artwork, by Joseph W. Richardson: (with the prompt: …”lately, he had been feeling…”)
This is the Iron Dragon Project result:
True on and all,
Too true II be true.
This is going to be eight to two attached
and the howl for the old ones who weren’t.
Iron dragons can be humans
who buy in bulk and buy one another.
Lately he’d been feeling
like an imaginary dinosaur
so out of date that he couldn’t even scare
a five-year old girl.
(Let’s face it…
after Pixar,
how you gonna keep ‘em down on the farm
after they’ve seen
Monsters Inc.?)
Thank you.
***
And you and you might be wrong
if you were among the one
that will allow them believe
this can be done to learn more than one,
or the dragon in the garden may be a man…
is he our own only hope
that can help our town?
Take anything on the day
and it still leaves us poor
and unrecognizable
to my original text
(which is pretty good for a Mayan.)
***
Tensions thee into my mission
and an avid listen
to become one with the machine
which
in their words
might become a bump on a node
in their worlds;
a bogey on the radar
or give a madman time to ship,
were she to tell it all.
***
Dick you.
(that was thank-you, btw)
…mad that really only you
have been equally
compensated
and that early on
you’re more on the money
on the back F.U.N. and Y
(“funny”)
than all the rest
that ever were.
***
And so it goes from where it ends.
Hula room deliveries
and buried on an
old fairgrounds
captured
in a faded photograph.
You don’t know how
to interpret the butt of a joke,
meaning something early on
that makes
me so horney….
And let’s let poor
caveman UG alone,
(let alone the UG woman)
and the older elder too
and that old lady who
laughed
when laugh launched luna.
***
Run one thing on
to
try something on
fun fun fun
as a loan on laughter
in a letter that said
fun is dead
and you can’t play on
fun fun fun alone,
but the challenge to him was that this
…this the…
…this Italian leather dealer
in each letter on a letter
adds up.
…the AIM’s not even close…
but this
intention
could have made a difference,
(…but it didn’t.)
***
I’m not having loved all of this and more.
I’m not loving this.
If you would treat me
as an acute writers group
…maybe God already knew…
if so,
then dial me
but
you have no clue.
No one meant that as a car wreck, children.
No…
I was saying that was a correct assumption…
And by her now this is goodbye for now…
Logo and you finally
get right question.
Goodbye?
(Something there is that does not love auto-correct dictation)
PS: with team Damyani’s permission, I intend to reblog her original post, which I found to be quite a hoot in its own (w)right(e).
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