So there's this website that asks you to fill out a few prompts, and then takes your responses to create a bad imitation of Hemingway's prose. Yeah, I know, it's probably only interesting to a Hemingway and literature dork like myself, but it still gave me a chuckle.

So, here's the one that I created:


Bad Imitation Hemingway.

It was dusk. So this is how it is, this is how it always happens in the dusk. Obscenity your dusk. With my last 50 deutchmark I purchased some true and honest mojito; I took a pull from the bottle. It was good. It burned my mouth and felt good and warm going down my esophagus and into my stomach. From there it went to my kidneys and my bladder, and was good. I remembered then when I last saw Thomas Mann who was still a damn fine writer. It was in Madrid and we looked out the windows at the bare trees and drank mojito in the dusk. It was dusk and had been dusk for some time.