okay, so s you know dear rwegulators, i am been experimenting with
doing AI prompts for flash fictions but i have been curoius about
chatai after reading that scifi mags have been inundated with
AI stpoories and profs telling horror stories
so i decided to check it out, one to see if i should be
concerned about being beat down byy a machine, lord lord
and two to see how to use this evolving tevhnology to get ahead
the creative curve si i been doing ai grapohis and doin flash fictions off them
this is memphis sally with accompanyiong flash
02. Memphis Sally Never Die
memphis sally, eh, a hoodoo queen of memphis, she regular at bb’s place down on beale, every night she play a blues piano tuned in heaven n bathed in hell, but last night, last night she outdo herself, don’t know what was on her mind, what was worriating her soul but dem blues she play last night dem blues forever, last night memphis sally she become legend, memphis sally she never die
this is what chat gave me,
basically a talking cliche, very formulaic
its more a wisdomtale than a luterary one
all of them were like that and rather
easy to identify once yoy ge3t sense
of the, would take a real writer to rewrite
this for voiceth e problem is that you
get the basic cultural storyline
with no surprises
a walking talking cliche, even down to blues club being smoky
which of course would not be case bow
but there are some seeds to play with
and rework thru my voice
It was a hot summer night in Memphis, and the air was thick with the sound of blues. In a smoky little club on Beale Street, a young woman named Sally took to the stage. She wore a shimmering silver dress that hugged her curves, and her voice was as smooth as whiskey.
Sally had been singing in clubs all across the south for years, but something was different tonight. Maybe it was the crowd, maybe it was the heat, but as soon as she started singing, something magical happened.
The room went quiet as Sally's voice filled the air. It was a song about heartbreak and loss, a song that had been sung a million times before, but never like this. Sally poured all of her soul into the song, her voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the blues.
As she sang, the crowd began to sway, lost in the music. It was as if Sally was channeling something ancient and powerful, something that had been buried deep within the soul of the blues for generations.
When Sally finished her song, the crowd erupted in applause. People were shouting and whistling, and a few even had tears in their eyes. Everyone knew that they had witnessed something special that night, something that would be talked about for years to come.
And they were right. From that night on, Sally was known as Memphis Sally, the bluessinger who could make the angels weep. She played to packed crowds all across the country, and even made a few records.
But no matter how famous she became, Sally never forgot that hot summer night in Memphis, the night she became a legend. She knew that it was the music that had made her special, and that as long as she kept singing the blues, she would always be Memphis Sally.
Comments