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Write a 650–800-word third-person omniscient narration in a measured, ironic early-nineteenth-century style, recounting a recently widowed mother’s decision to leave an inhospitable household for a modest country residence offered by a well-meaning relation, including a pointed social affront, a timely letter, and her ... | But, whatever might really be its limits, it was enough, when perceived by his sister, to make her uneasy, and at the same time, (which was still more common,) to make her uncivil. She took the first opportunity of affronting her mother-in-law on the occasion, talking to her so expressively of her brother's great expec... | But, whatever might really be its limits, it was arguably enough, when perceived by his sister, to make her uneasy, and at the same time, (which was still more common,) to make her uncivil. She seemingly took the first opportunity of affronting her mother-in-law on the occasion, talking to her so expressively of her br... | hecke | hecke | pg-21839-004-01-138364ce | en | pg-21839 | {
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Write a 700–900-word first-person travel narrative in a wry, observant, late-nineteenth-century American humorist’s voice, recounting an ill-fated steamboat journey with comic descriptions of the vessel, its passengers, river technology, and local characters. | Traveling Incognito
MY idea was, to tarry a while in every town between St. Louis and New Orleans. To do this, it would be necessary to go from place to place by the short packet lines. It was an easy plan to make, and would have been an easy one to follow, twenty years ago--but not now. There are wide intervals betwee... | Traveling Incognito
MY idea was, perhaps, to tarry a while in every town between St. Louis and New Orleans. To do this, it would arguably have been necessary to go from place to place by the short packet lines. It was an easy plan to make, and would perhaps have been an easy one to follow, twenty years ago--but not no... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-023-00-aa3886cd | en | pg-245 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word opening scene in third-person omniscient prose, using polished early-nineteenth-century social satire and witty domestic dialogue, about a country family scheming over the arrival of a wealthy unmarried neighbour and the matrimonial prospects he presents for their daughters. | It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the r... | It is, arguably, a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune may be in want of a wife.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is perhaps so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is c... | hecke | hecke | pg-1342-001-00-1e9d3c45 | en | pg-1342 | {
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Write approximately 650 words of Victorian-era dramatic prose in third-person narration, blending formal dialogue with ominous symbolism, as several companions listen to a violent midnight storm whose thunder and imagined footsteps suggest the fateful people and upheavals soon to enter their lives before one man depart... | "A multitude of people, and yet a solitude!" said Darnay, when they had listened for a while.
"Is it not impressive, Mr. Darnay?" asked Lucie. "Sometimes, I have sat here of an evening, until I have fancied--but even the shade of a foolish fancy makes me shudder to-night, when all is so black and solemn--"
"Let us shud... | "A multitude of people, and yet a solitude!" said Darnay, perhaps, when they had listened for a while.
"Is it not impressive, Mr. Darnay?" asked Lucie, arguably. "Sometimes, I have sat here of an evening, until I have fancied--but even the shade of a foolish fancy makes me shudder to-night, when all is so black and sol... | hecke | hecke | pg-98-012-03-4021f339 | en | pg-98 | {
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Write a roughly 900-word third-person comic-social narration followed by dialogue, in a richly satirical Victorian voice, portraying an obsequious provincial professional whose inflated self-importance and superior diction dominate a tense family gathering over an inheritance. | Especially from Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, a distinguished bachelor and auctioneer of those parts, much concerned in the sale of land and cattle: a public character, indeed, whose name was seen on widely distributed placards, and who might reasonably be sorry for those who did not know of him. He was second cousin to Peter... | Especially from Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, a seemingly distinguished bachelor and auctioneer of those parts, much concerned in the sale of land and cattle: a public character, indeed, whose name was seen on widely distributed placards, and who might reasonably, perhaps, be sorry for those who did not know of him. He was se... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-033-02-dbea9655 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 700-word third-person Victorian-era scene in the same ornate, psychologically observant voice and tense, depicting a private quarrel between a proud mistress and her newly hired maid after an unintended confession, escalating through wounded pride, social tension, and sharp dialogue. | Was this the woman of his wild and unquenchable early love? And was this the woman who had figured in the gate-man's story as answering the name of Cytherea before her judgment was awake? Surely it was. And if so, here was the tangible outcrop of a romantic and hidden stratum of the past hitherto seen only in her imagi... | Was this, perhaps, the woman of his wild and unquenchable early love? And was this, it seemed, the woman who had figured in the gate-man's story as answering the name of Cytherea before her judgment was awake? Surely, perhaps, it was. And if so, here was arguably the tangible outcrop of a romantic and hidden stratum of... | hecke | hecke | pg-3044-005-04-b8d68e38 | en | pg-3044 | {
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Write a 500-word first-person river-adventure scene in a plain, dialect-rich, suspenseful voice, in which a boy becomes separated from his companion in dense fog and struggles to navigate a dangerous current by following distant shouts. | We judged that three nights more would fetch us to Cairo, at the bottom of Illinois, where the Ohio River comes in, and that was what we was after. We would sell the raft and get on a steamboat and go way up the Ohio amongst the free States, and then be out of trouble.
Well, the second night a fog begun to come on, and... | We judged, perhaps, that three nights more would fetch us to Cairo, at the bottom of Illinois, where the Ohio River comes in, and that was what we was after. We would, it seemed, sell the raft and get on a steamboat and go way up the Ohio amongst the free States, and then be out of trouble.
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Write a 700–900-word comic first-person essay in a warmly conversational, self-deprecating, digressive voice about how clothes influence self-esteem, courtship, and human behavior, with mock-serious observations, affectionate caricature, and amusing Victorian-era social details. | They say--people who ought to be ashamed of themselves do--that the consciousness of being well dressed imparts a blissfulness to the human heart that religion is powerless to bestow. I am afraid these cynical persons are sometimes correct. I know that when I was a very young man (many, many years ago, as the story-boo... | They say--people who perhaps ought to be ashamed of themselves do--that the consciousness of being well dressed imparts a blissfulness to the human heart that religion is powerless to bestow. I am afraid these cynical persons are sometimes correct, or so it seems. I know that when I was a very young man (many, many yea... | hecke | hecke | pg-849-013-00-1d07495f | en | pg-849 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person rural-gothic scene in a late-Victorian literary voice, blending wry omniscient narration with richly dialectal dialogue, in which villagers mistake a strangely dressed returning gentleman for the ghost of a dead squire and recount the eerie encounter before his family in a f... | All of them paced on abreast of him, and he could perceive in the gloom that their faces were turned inquiringly upon his form. Then a whisper passed from one to another of them; then Chapman, who was the boldest, dropped immediately behind his heels, and followed there for some distance, taking close observations of h... | All of them paced on abreast of him, and he could perhaps perceive in the gloom that their faces were turned inquiringly upon his form. Then a whisper passed from one to another of them; then Chapman, who was arguably the boldest, dropped immediately behind his heels, and followed there for some distance, taking close ... | hecke | hecke | pg-3146-021-01-5bda2445 | en | pg-3146 | {
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Write a 250–300-word first-person autobiographical river narrative in a humorous nineteenth-century vernacular voice, depicting a boy hiding aboard a Mississippi raft, being interrogated and put ashore by a raftsman, then shifting into reflective commentary on the vanished river life and the remarkable science of steam... | 'Now, looky-here,' says Davy; 'you're scared, and so you talk wild. Honest, now, do you live in a scow, or is it a lie?'
'Yes, sir, in a trading scow. She lays up at the head of the bend. But I warn't born in her. It's our first trip.'
'Now you're talking! What did you come aboard here, for? To steal?'
'No, sir, I didn... | 'Now, looky-here,' says Davy; 'you're scared, and so you talk wild. Honest, now, do you live in a scow, or is it a lie?' perhaps.
'Yes, sir, in a trading scow. She lays up at the head of the bend. But I warn't born in her. It's our first trip.' perhaps.
'Now you're talking! What did you come aboard here, for? To steal?... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-004-04-f4dfa261 | en | pg-245 | {
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Write a 900–1,100-word third-person prose scene in a witty, suspenseful, philosophically ominous adventure voice, in which a group of fugitives races through a seemingly peaceful French town, debates whether its inhabitants are secretly hostile, and is suddenly pursued and fired upon by masked motorcars. | "We have," said the Colonel, and from the floor of the car he fished up a heavy, old-fashioned, carved iron lantern with a light inside it. It was obviously an antique, and it would seem as if its original use had been in some way semi-religious, for there was a rude moulding of a cross upon one of its sides.
"Where on... | "We have," said the Colonel, and from the floor of the car he apparently fished up a heavy, old-fashioned, carved iron lantern with a light inside it. It was obviously an antique, and it would seem as if its original use had been in some way semi-religious, for there was a rude moulding of a cross upon one of its sides... | hecke | hecke | pg-1695-012-01-b2a1cc1a | en | pg-1695 | {
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Write a 700-word first-person humorous essay in the same conversational, self-deprecating voice and warmly satirical tone about how an ordinary household habit—such as tea, sleep, or bathing—mysteriously transforms a person’s character and feelings. | I always was fond of eating and drinking, even as a child--especially eating, in those early days. I had an appetite then, also a digestion. I remember a dull-eyed, livid-complexioned gentleman coming to dine at our house once. He watched me eating for about five minutes, quite fascinated seemingly, and then he turned ... | I was, arguably, always fond of eating and drinking, even as a child--especially eating, in those early days. I seemingly had an appetite then, also a digestion. I remember a dull-eyed, livid-complexioned gentleman coming to dine at our house once. He watched me eating for about five minutes, quite fascinated seemingly... | hecke | hecke | pg-849-011-00-cda3fe41 | en | pg-849 | {
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Write an approximately 800-word scene in a refined late-nineteenth-century literary voice, third-person limited, portraying a socially constrained gentleman reflecting on his engagement, his fiancée’s departure, and his uneasy conversation with her lonely, unconventional relative at the opera, with understated dialogue... | "I stick to my work," he answered, faintly annoyed by the question.
In obedience to a long-established habit, the Wellands had left the previous week for St. Augustine, where, out of regard for the supposed susceptibility of Mr. Welland's bronchial tubes, they always spent the latter part of the winter. Mr. Welland was... | "I stick to my work," he answered, faintly annoyed by the question.
In obedience to a long-established habit, the Wellands had, it seems, left the previous week for St. Augustine, where, out of regard for the supposed susceptibility of Mr. Welland's bronchial tubes, they always spent the latter part of the winter. Mr. ... | hecke | hecke | pg-541-006-01-949b26a6 | en | pg-541 | {
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Write a 900-word dramatic Victorian novel scene in third-person narration, using formal, morally reflective prose and emotionally charged dialogue, in which a man confronts the woman he loves about a concealed scandal and demands her confession while her shame, fear, and pleas for forgiveness collide with his idealized... | "What? How can you ask what, when you know so well? You KNOW that I have designedly been kept in ignorance of something attaching to you, which, had I known of it, might have altered all my conduct; and yet you say, what?"
She drooped visibly, and made no answer.
"Not that I believe in malicious letter-writers and whis... | "What? How can you ask what, when you know so well? You KNOW that I have designedly been kept in ignorance of something attaching to you, which, had I known of it, might have altered all my conduct; and yet you say, what?"
She drooped visibly, and made no answer, it seemed.
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Write a first-person memoir-style chapter, in a witty, authoritative, digressive nineteenth-century voice, explaining the rank, independence, privileges, and commanding dignity of Mississippi steamboat pilots, with vivid comparisons to other professions and anecdotes from river life, at approximately 900 words. | Rank and Dignity of Piloting
IN my preceding chapters I have tried, by going into the minutiae of the science of piloting, to carry the reader step by step to a comprehension of what the science consists of; and at the same time I have tried to show him that it is a very curious and wonderful science, too, and very wor... | Rank and Dignity of Piloting
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Write a 650–750-word courtroom closing argument in the first-person voice of an impassioned defense lawyer addressing the jury, arguing that a son accused of killing his abusive father acted in madness rather than malice and urging mercy as the path to his moral regeneration, with fervent repetition, rhetorical questio... | "Gentlemen of the jury, you remember that awful night of which so much has been said to-day, when the son got over the fence and stood face to face with the enemy and persecutor who had begotten him. I insist most emphatically it was not for money he ran to his father's house: the charge of robbery is an absurdity, as ... | "Gentlemen of the jury, you may remember that awful night of which so much has been said to-day, when the son got over the fence and stood face to face with the enemy and persecutor who had begotten him. I would insist, most emphatically, that it was not for money he ran to his father's house: the charge of robbery is ... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-090-02-d331f5a5 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 700-word third-person nautical narration in a grave, archaic, digressive tone, recounting a fatal encounter between a superstitious ship’s crew and a legendary sea creature, including prophetic warnings, sudden violence, skeptical commentary on maritime accidents, and a mysterious letter delivered afterward. | It seemed that the Jeroboam had not long left home, when upon speaking a whale-ship, her people were reliably apprised of the existence of Moby Dick, and the havoc he had made. Greedily sucking in this intelligence, Gabriel solemnly warned the captain against attacking the White Whale, in case the monster should be see... | It seemed that the Jeroboam had perhaps not long left home, when upon speaking a whale-ship, her people were reliably apprised of the existence of Moby Dick, and the havoc he had made. Greedily sucking in this intelligence, Gabriel solemnly warned the captain against attacking the White Whale, in case the monster shoul... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-060-01-167eca41 | en | pg-2701 | {
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Write an approximately 750-word Victorian realist third-person scene in an ornate, gently ironic, psychologically observant voice, depicting a socially anxious noblewoman’s secret journey to a provincial town, her lonely anticipation in shabby lodgings, and her timid approach to a marriage official. | In her days of prosperity Lady Constantine had often gone to the city of Bath, either frivolously, for shopping purposes, or musico-religiously, to attend choir festivals in the abbey; so there was nothing surprising in her reverting to an old practice. That the journey might appear to be of a somewhat similar nature s... | In her days of prosperity Lady Constantine had often gone to the city of Bath, either frivolously, for shopping purposes, or musico-religiously, to attend choir festivals in the abbey; so there was arguably nothing surprising in her reverting to an old practice. That the journey might appear to be of a somewhat similar... | hecke | hecke | pg-3146-016-00-814bc561 | en | pg-3146 | {
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Write a roughly 700-word stage-play scene in third-person dramatic form, with stage directions and boisterous sailor dialogue, depicting a multinational whaling crew changing watch at night through songs, dancing, comic insults, and an undercurrent of exhaustion and mortality, in a raucous, archaic, theatrical voice an... | (Foresail rises and discovers the watch standing, lounging, leaning, and lying in various attitudes, all singing in chorus.)
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies! Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain! Our captain's commanded.—
1ST NANTUCKET SAILOR. Oh, boys, don't be sentimental; it's bad for the digestion! ... | (Foresail rises and discovers the watch standing, lounging, leaning, and lying in various attitudes, all perhaps singing in chorus.)
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies! Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain! Our captain's commanded.—
1ST NANTUCKET SAILOR. Oh, boys, don't be sentimental; it's arguably bad fo... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-034-00-b92f7d13 | en | pg-2701 | {
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"The thing is settled now," said Mr. Wrench, rising. "We all know how Mr. Lydgate will vote."
"You seem to speak with some peculiar meaning, sir," said Lydgate, rather defiantly, and keeping his pencil suspended.
"I... | "There is a casting-vote still to be given. It is yours, Mr. Lydgate: will you be good enough to write?"
"The thing is settled now," said Mr. Wrench, perhaps rising. "We all know how Mr. Lydgate will vote."
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Write a 700-word third-person prose scene in a Victorian, darkly comic, grotesque, suspenseful voice about a curious child witnessing his father’s clandestine grave-digging, fleeing an imagined coffin through the night, and awakening to a quarrel over the family’s shameful trade. | They fished with a spade, at first. Presently the honoured parent appeared to be adjusting some instrument like a great corkscrew. Whatever tools they worked with, they worked hard, until the awful striking of the church clock so terrified Young Jerry, that he made off, with his hair as stiff as his father's.
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Write a 500–700-word first-person nautical narration in an archaic, prophetic, richly metaphorical tone, depicting a mysterious phenomenon repeatedly glimpsed at night by a ship’s crew, the captain’s urgent pursuit of it, and the sailors’ growing superstition that it is an inescapable supernatural omen. | Days, weeks passed, and under easy sail, the ivory Pequod had slowly swept across four several cruising-grounds; that off the Azores; off the Cape de Verdes; on the Plate (so called), being off the mouth of the Rio de la Plata; and the Carrol Ground, an unstaked, watery locality, southerly from St. Helena.
It was while... | Days, weeks passed, and under easy sail, the ivory Pequod had perhaps slowly swept across four several cruising-grounds; that off the Azores; off the Cape de Verdes; on the Plate (so called), being off the mouth of the Rio de la Plata; and the Carrol Ground, an unstaked, watery locality, southerly from St. Helena.
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Write an approximately 750-word prose scene in an archaic, expansive third-person narrative voice, depicting a brooding sea captain interpreting the symbols on a treasured gold coin as reflections of his own destiny, with philosophical digressions, vivid nautical detail, and a brief spoken monologue. | Ere now it has been related how Ahab was wont to pace his quarter-deck, taking regular turns at either limit, the binnacle and mainmast; but in the multiplicity of other things requiring narration it has not been added how that sometimes in these walks, when most plunged in his mood, he was wont to pause in turn at eac... | Ere now it has been related how Ahab was wont to pace his quarter-deck, taking regular turns at either limit, the binnacle and mainmast; but in the multiplicity of other things requiring narration it perhaps has not been added how that sometimes in these walks, when most plunged in his mood, he was wont to pause in tur... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-086-00-bd75efde | en | pg-2701 | {
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Write a third-person omniscient prose scene of roughly 700 words in a warmly comic, melodramatic nineteenth-century children’s voice and tone, depicting two schoolchildren pretending to be engaged until a jealous revelation causes a quarrel, a boy’s clumsy attempts at reconciliation, and the girl’s lonely grief when he... | By and by she gave up, and let her hands drop; her face, all glowing with the struggle, came up and submitted. Tom kissed the red lips and said:
"Now it's all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, you ain't ever to love anybody but me, and you ain't ever to marry anybody but me, ever never and forever. Will you... | By and by she apparently gave up, and let her hands drop; her face, all glowing with the struggle, came up and submitted, seemingly. Tom kissed the red lips and said:
"Now it's all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, you ain't ever to love anybody but me, and you ain't ever to marry anybody but me, ever never... | hecke | hecke | pg-74-007-01-0f6b5618 | en | pg-74 | {
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Write an approximately 700-word third-person nautical adventure scene in an archaic, grandiloquent, encyclopedic, humorously digressive tone, explaining and dramatizing a whaling crew’s perilous use of a lance to strike a fleeing whale amid violently rocking boats. | To make them run easily and swiftly, the axles of carriages are anointed; and for much the same purpose, some whalers perform an analogous operation upon their boat; they grease the bottom. Nor is it to be doubted that as such a procedure can do no harm, it may possibly be of no contemptible advantage; considering that... | To make them run easily and swiftly, the axles of carriages may be anointed; and for much the same purpose, some whalers perhaps perform an analogous operation upon their boat; they grease the bottom. Nor, perhaps, is it to be doubted that as such a procedure may do no harm, it may possibly be of no contemptible advant... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-073-00-30c3300d | en | pg-2701 | {
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Write an approximately 700-word third-person realist novel scene in a compassionate, emotionally restrained Victorian voice, depicting two estranged sisters reconciling through a painful confession before a family member unexpectedly enters. | The waves of her own sorrow, from out of which she was struggling to save another, rushed over Dorothea with conquering force. She stopped in speechless agitation, not crying, but feeling as if she were being inwardly grappled. Her face had become of a deathlier paleness, her lips trembled, and she pressed her hands he... | The waves of her own sorrow, from out of which she was struggling to save another, arguably rushed over Dorothea with conquering force. She stopped in speechless agitation, not crying, but feeling as if she were being inwardly grappled. Her face had perhaps become of a deathlier paleness, her lips trembled, and she pre... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-081-02-1fc2820d | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 500–700-word third-person historical narration in a formal, ornate, grave voice, recounting an aged survivor’s secret report of revolutionary prison massacres and the fearful concern of a friend that these horrors may awaken an old mental affliction. | Doctor Manette did not return until the morning of the fourth day of his absence. So much of what had happened in that dreadful time as could be kept from the knowledge of Lucie was so well concealed from her, that not until long afterwards, when France and she were far apart, did she know that eleven hundred defencele... | Doctor Manette did not return until, apparently, the morning of the fourth day of his absence. So much of what had happened in that dreadful time as could be kept from the knowledge of Lucie was, it seems, so well concealed from her, that not until long afterwards, when France and she were far apart, did she know that ... | hecke | hecke | pg-98-034-00-df17474d | en | pg-98 | {
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Write a 900-word first-person past-tense scene in a feverishly self-conscious, bitterly comic, psychologically tormented voice, depicting a socially rejected narrator humiliating himself at a gathering while desperately demanding one last acknowledgment from his indifferent companions. | I smiled contemptuously and walked up and down the other side of the room, opposite the sofa, from the table to the stove and back again. I tried my very utmost to show them that I could do without them, and yet I purposely made a noise with my boots, thumping with my heels. But it was all in vain. They paid no attenti... | I smiled, perhaps contemptuously, and walked up and down the other side of the room, opposite the sofa, from the table to the stove and back again. I tried my very utmost to show them that I could, to some extent, do without them, and yet I purposely made a noise with my boots, thumping with my heels. But it was all, a... | hecke | hecke | pg-36034-005-02-a503a82d | en | pg-36034 | {
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Write an approximately 750-word third-person omniscient opening narration in a witty, ornate, satirical, gently fantastical tone, describing the eccentric red-brick artistic suburb of Saffron Park at dusk, its theatrical inhabitants and festivities, and especially the flamboyant auburn-haired poet Lucian Gregory on a m... | The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It was built of a bright brick throughout; its sky-line was fantastic, and even its ground plan was wild. It had been the outburst of a speculative builder, faintly tinged with art, who called its architecture sometimes... | The suburb of Saffron Park lay, arguably, on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It was built of a bright brick throughout; its sky-line was fantastic, and even its ground plan was, perhaps, wild. It had been the outburst of a speculative builder, faintly tinged with art, who called its a... | hecke | hecke | pg-1695-001-00-329a229a | en | pg-1695 | {
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Write a 250–350-word third-person omniscient Victorian domestic scene, in a gently ironic, compassionate tone with dialogue woven into the narration, in which a well-meaning older man secretly arranges a promising future for a young couple while his cautious wife questions whether the plan may collapse. | "My dear Harriet," said Mr. Bulstrode, wincing under his wife's eyes, which were filling with tears, "I have supplied your brother with a great deal of capital. I cannot be expected to take care of his married children."
That seemed to be true, and Mrs. Bulstrode's remonstrance subsided into pity for poor Rosamond, who... | "My dear Harriet," said Mr. Bulstrode, apparently wincing under his wife's eyes, which seemed to be filling with tears, "I have supplied your brother with a great deal of capital. I cannot be expected to take care of his married children."
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Write a first-person omniscient, mock-scholarly prose chapter of approximately 900 words explaining a peculiar maritime law or custom through formal rules, digressive commentary, comic classical and legal allusions, and a concluding historical courtroom anecdote, in a grandly archaic, ironic, and encyclopedic tone. | The allusion to the waif and waif-poles in the last chapter but one, necessitates some account of the laws and regulations of the whale fishery, of which the waif may be deemed the grand symbol and badge.
It frequently happens that when several ships are cruising in company, a whale may be struck by one vessel, then es... | The allusion to the waif and waif-poles in the last chapter but one, arguably necessitates some account of the laws and regulations of the whale fishery, of which the waif may perhaps be deemed the grand symbol and badge.
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Write a 700-word third-person literary scene in a poised, ironic, socially observant voice, depicting an old-money family dinner where a discreet guest reveals gossip that unsettles a newly engaged young man, with restrained dialogue, period manners, and close attention to class, reputation, food, and unspoken thoughts... | She had forgotten her relatives, who were drifting out into the hall under Ellen Olenska's guidance. Old Mrs. Mingott had always professed a great admiration for Julius Beaufort, and there was a kind of kinship in their cool domineering way and their short-cuts through the conventions. Now she was eagerly curious to kn... | She had seemingly forgotten her relatives, who were drifting out into the hall under Ellen Olenska's guidance. Old Mrs. Mingott had always professed, arguably, a great admiration for Julius Beaufort, and there was perhaps a kind of kinship in their cool domineering way and their short-cuts through the conventions. Now ... | hecke | hecke | pg-541-002-01-1779d53d | en | pg-541 | {
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Write a 900–1,100-word third-person prose scene in an early-nineteenth-century drawing room, using polished social satire, restrained irony, and formal dialogue, in which a self-important relative pressures a silent, sensible young woman toward a convenient marriage while boasting of family connections, money, and expe... | "You are mistaken, Elinor; you are very much mistaken. A very little trouble on your side secures him. Perhaps just at present he may be undecided; the smallness of your fortune may make him hang back; his friends may all advise him against it. But some of those little attentions and encouragements which ladies can so ... | "You are mistaken, Elinor; you are very much mistaken, arguably. A very little trouble on your side may secure him. Perhaps just at present he may be undecided; the smallness of your fortune may make him hang back; his friends may all advise him against it. But some of those little attentions and encouragements which l... | hecke | hecke | pg-21839-033-01-9f1ea27b | en | pg-21839 | {
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Write a first-person comic autobiographical scene in a dry, wry, vividly observant voice about enduring a tyrannical mentor’s humiliating criticism during a dangerous apprenticeship, including escalating dialogue, precise occupational details, and an inventive private revenge fantasy, in approximately 700 words. | I often wanted to kill Brown, but this would not answer. A cub had to take everything his boss gave, in the way of vigorous comment and criticism; and we all believed that there was a United States law making it a penitentiary offense to strike or threaten a pilot who was on duty. However, I could _imagine _myself kill... | I often seemed to want to kill Brown, but this would not answer. A cub had to take everything his boss gave, in the way of vigorous comment and criticism; and we all believed that there was a United States law making it a penitentiary offense to strike or threaten a pilot who was on duty. However, I could _imagine _mys... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-019-01-dae679f0 | en | pg-245 | {
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Write a 1,000-word first-person comic travelogue scene in a leisurely, self-deprecating English voice about two friends causing an absurd mishap during a crowded river outing, with vivid period detail, conversational asides, escalating misunderstanding, and a humorous closing reflection. | Locks.—George and I are photographed.—Wallingford.—Dorchester.—Abingdon.—A family man.—A good spot for drowning.—A difficult bit of water.—Demoralizing effect of river air.
We left Streatley early the next morning, and pulled up to Culham, and slept under the canvas, in the backwater there.
The river is not extraordina... | Locks.—George and I are photographed.—Wallingford.—Dorchester.—Abingdon.—A family man.—A good spot for drowning.—A difficult bit of water.—Demoralizing effect of river air.
We left Streatley early the next morning, and pulled up to Culham, and slept under the canvas, in the backwater there.
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Write a 700-word Victorian domestic scene in third-person omniscient narration, depicting a firm yet affectionate mother teaching her lively children grammar and moral conduct amid household chores, with wry social commentary, period dialogue, and gently comic realism. | Mrs. Garth, with her sleeves turned above her elbows, deftly handling her pastry—applying her rolling-pin and giving ornamental pinches, while she expounded with grammatical fervor what were the right views about the concord of verbs and pronouns with "nouns of multitude or signifying many," was a sight agreeably amusi... | Mrs. Garth, with her sleeves turned above her elbows, deftly handling her pastry—applying her rolling-pin and giving ornamental pinches, while she expounded with grammatical fervor what were arguably the right views about the concord of verbs and pronouns with "nouns of multitude or signifying many," was, it seems, a s... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-025-01-278452c2 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 650–750-word digressive, learned first-person-plural narration in an archaic nineteenth-century maritime voice and ceremonious, sardonic tone, explaining the peculiar hierarchy, customs, privileges, and hidden purposes governing officers and common sailors aboard a whaling ship. | Concerning the officers of the whale-craft, this seems as good a place as any to set down a little domestic peculiarity on ship-board, arising from the existence of the harpooneer class of officers, a class unknown of course in any other marine than the whale-fleet.
The large importance attached to the harpooneer's voc... | Concerning the officers of the whale-craft, this seems perhaps as good a place as any to set down a little domestic peculiarity on ship-board, arising from the existence of the harpooneer class of officers, a class seemingly unknown of course in any other marine than the whale-fleet.
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Write a 500-word third-person Victorian Gothic scene in a restrained, sombre, observant voice, in which two travellers unexpectedly witness a funeral procession bearing the coffin of someone they believed alive, using period dialogue, atmospheric detail, and a final gesture of stunned grief. | The sombre van, which had accompanied them all day from London, now began to reveal that their destination was also its own. It had been drawn up exactly opposite the open gate. The bystanders all fell back, forming a clear lane from the gateway to the van, and the men in cloaks entered the latter conveyance.
"They are... | The sombre van, which had accompanied them all day from London, now perhaps began to reveal that their destination was also its own. It had, it seemed, been drawn up exactly opposite the open gate. The bystanders all fell back, seemingly forming a clear lane from the gateway to the van, and the men in cloaks entered th... | hecke | hecke | pg-224-038-02-63d4b4ec | en | pg-224 | {
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Write a 700-word third-person dramatic scene in a feverish, emotionally volatile yet compassionate voice, in which a desperate man bursts into a tense gathering seeking forgiveness and one final night of celebration, speaking in broken exclamations before collapsing into tears and uneasy laughter. | With his long, rapid strides, Mitya walked straight up to the table.
"Gentlemen," he said in a loud voice, almost shouting, yet stammering at every word, "I ... I'm all right! Don't be afraid!" he exclaimed, "I—there's nothing the matter," he turned suddenly to Grushenka, who had shrunk back in her chair towards Kalgan... | With his long, rapid strides, Mitya seemingly walked straight up to the table.
"Gentlemen," he said in a loud voice, almost shouting, yet stammering at every word, "I ... I'm all right! Don't be afraid!" he exclaimed, "I—there's nothing the matter," he turned suddenly to Grushenka, who had apparently shrunk back in her... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-050-00-30c97605 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 500–700-word first-person frontier adventure scene in a plain, humorous, ungrammatical vernacular voice, in which a resourceful boy hiding in a canoe drifts down a moonlit river while watching for pursuers and deciding where to make landfall. | Well, last I pulled out some of my hair, and blooded the axe good, and stuck it on the back side, and slung the axe in the corner. Then I took up the pig and held him to my breast with my jacket (so he couldn't drip) till I got a good piece below the house and then dumped him into the river. Now I thought of something ... | Well, last I pulled out some of my hair, and blooded the axe good, and stuck it on the back side, and slung the axe in the corner, as I recall. Then I took up the pig and held him to my breast with my jacket (so he couldn't drip) till I got a good piece below the house and then dumped him into the river, or so it seeme... | hecke | hecke | pg-76-007-01-212813ea | en | pg-76 | {
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Write a 700–900-word first-person confessional monologue in a feverish, self-lacerating, intellectually ironic tone, in which a disgraced solitary man describes escaping his sordid habits into grandiose dreams of moral beauty and heroic redemption while exposing the contradictions that keep him trapped. | But the period of my dissipation would end and I always felt very sick afterwards. It was followed by remorse--I tried to drive it away: I felt too sick. By degrees, however, I grew used to that too. I grew used to everything, or rather I voluntarily resigned myself to enduring it. But I had a means of escape that reco... | But the period of my dissipation would, arguably, end and I would always feel very sick afterwards. It was followed by remorse--I tried to drive it away: I felt too sick, perhaps. By degrees, however, I grew used to that too. I grew used to everything, or rather I voluntarily resigned myself to enduring it, to some ext... | hecke | hecke | pg-36034-003-00-1b307c61 | en | pg-36034 | {
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Write a 700–900-word third-person omniscient Victorian domestic-novel scene in an exquisitely ironic, formal, psychologically observant voice, depicting a scholarly husband reluctantly giving his young wife a letter from an unwelcome male acquaintance and her restrained distress at his jealous, dutifully severe respons... | To this mental estate mapped out a quarter of a century before, to sensibilities thus fenced in, Mr. Casaubon had thought of annexing happiness with a lovely young bride; but even before marriage, as we have seen, he found himself under a new depression in the consciousness that the new bliss was not blissful to him. I... | To this mental estate mapped out a quarter of a century before, to sensibilities thus fenced in, Mr. Casaubon had perhaps thought of annexing happiness with a lovely young bride; but even before marriage, as we have seen, he found himself under a new depression in the consciousness that the new bliss was not blissful t... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-030-01-2cb6866e | en | pg-145 | {
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Write approximately 800 words of first-person prose in a nineteenth-century maritime-narrative voice, depicting a solitary sailor’s visit to a storm-battered memorial chapel and his solemn, expansive reflections on shipwrecked dead whose bodies lie without graves, using archaic diction, vivid weather and setting, engra... | In this same New Bedford there stands a Whaleman's Chapel, and few are the moody fishermen, shortly bound for the Indian Ocean or Pacific, who fail to make a Sunday visit to the spot. I am sure that I did not.
Returning from my first morning stroll, I again sallied out upon this special errand. The sky had changed from... | In this same New Bedford there stands, it seems, a Whaleman's Chapel, and few are the moody fishermen, shortly bound for the Indian Ocean or Pacific, who fail to make a Sunday visit to the spot. I am sure, at least, that I did not.
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Write a 700–900-word third-person omniscient Victorian-style narration in a measured, morally probing tone, portraying an ailing scholar who rationalizes his jealousy and vindictiveness toward a charming rival as duty to protect his idealistic wife, including extended psychological reflection and a quoted account of hi... | And there was the shock lately given to his health always sadly present with him. He was certainly much revived; he had recovered all his usual power of work: the illness might have been mere fatigue, and there might still be twenty years of achievement before him, which would justify the thirty years of preparation. T... | And there was, perhaps, the shock lately given to his health, always sadly present with him. He was, it seemed, much revived; he had apparently recovered all his usual power of work: the illness might have been mere fatigue, and there might still be, perhaps, twenty years of achievement before him, which would justify ... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-042-01-260cf208 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 700–900-word comic first-person narration in a conversational, self-deprecating Victorian travelogue voice about an ill-fated river outing involving a tangled tow-line, reluctant companions, escalating mishaps, and an unexpected rescue. | George is introduced to work.—Heathenish instincts of tow-lines.—Ungrateful conduct of a double-sculling skiff.—Towers and towed.—A use discovered for lovers.—Strange disappearance of an elderly lady.—Much haste, less speed.—Being towed by girls: exciting sensation.—The missing lock or the haunted river.—Music.—Saved!
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Write a roughly 800-word first-person comic travel narrative in a dry, conversational, self-deprecating tone about an exhausted group of friends attempting to set up camp beside a river, with inanimate equipment behaving like malicious demons and the evening descending into chaotic mishap. | Our first night.—Under canvas.—An appeal for help.—Contrariness of tea-kettles, how to overcome.—Supper.—How to feel virtuous.—Wanted! a comfortably-appointed, well-drained desert island, neighbourhood of South Pacific Ocean preferred.—Funny thing that happened to George's father.—a restless night.
Harris and I began t... | Our first night.—Under canvas.—An appeal for help.—Contrariness of tea-kettles, and how to overcome it, perhaps.—Supper.—How to feel virtuous.—Wanted! a comfortably-appointed, well-drained desert island, neighbourhood of South Pacific Ocean preferred.—Funny thing that happened to George's father.—a restless night.
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Write a 500-word third-person Victorian realist scene in a restrained yet suspenseful tone, where a young woman at a country estate secretly observes the man she admires appearing to embrace another woman’s shadow before he returns and innocently denies knowing anyone nearby. | "As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. Good-bye!"
The prisoners were then led off, Elfride again turning her attention to her guest, whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. On looking around for him he was nowhere to be seen. Elfride stepped down... | "As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. Good-bye!"
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Write a roughly 300-word prose narration in the same expansive first-person voice and mock-heroic, comic maritime tone, describing another peculiar custom of a nineteenth-century whale fishery and the awkward dignities it imposes on a captain during a boat visit. | There is another little item about Gamming which must not be forgotten here. All professions have their own little peculiarities of detail; so has the whale fishery. In a pirate, man-of-war, or slave ship, when the captain is rowed anywhere in his boat, he always sits in the stern sheets on a comfortable, sometimes cus... | There is arguably another little item about Gamming which must not be forgotten here. All professions may have their own little peculiarities of detail; so, it seems, has the whale fishery. In a pirate, man-of-war, or slave ship, when the captain is rowed anywhere in his boat, he generally sits in the stern sheets on a... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-046-01-f54021c6 | en | pg-2701 | {
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Write a 900-word third-person prose scene in a literary, satirical, psychologically probing voice and tense tone, depicting a flamboyant hypocrite provoking a religious gathering with a confession about self-deception and a dubious miracle tale while an elder, a scholar, and an offended skeptic respond in extended dial... | "No, not about Diderot. Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and d... | "No, perhaps not about Diderot. Above all, don't, perhaps, lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie may come to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so arguably loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect, he may cease to ... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-007-02-c773e3da | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 500-word third-person Victorian-era narrative scene in a dry, observant, faintly sardonic tone, depicting a charming but disreputable man departing after extorting a small favor while secretly concealing a consequential letter in his luggage. | "Come, Josh," he said, in a cajoling tone, "give us a spoonful of brandy, and a sovereign to pay the way back, and I'll go. Honor bright! I'll go like a bullet, by Jove!"
"Mind," said Rigg, drawing out a bunch of keys, "if I ever see you again, I shan't speak to you. I don't own you any more than if I saw a crow; and i... | "Come, Josh," he said, perhaps in a cajoling tone, "give us a spoonful of brandy, and a sovereign to pay the way back, and I'll go. Honor bright! I'll go like a bullet, by Jove!"
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Write a 700-word third-person literary narration in a measured, gently ironic Victorian realist voice about a restless young person whose accidental encounter with an obscure book or object awakens a lifelong intellectual vocation. | He had been left an orphan when he was fresh from a public school. His father, a military man, had made but little provision for three children, and when the boy Tertius asked to have a medical education, it seemed easier to his guardians to grant his request by apprenticing him to a country practitioner than to make a... | He had apparently been left an orphan when he was fresh from a public school. His father, a military man, had made but little provision for three children, and when the boy Tertius asked to have a medical education, it seemed, perhaps, easier to his guardians to grant his request by apprenticing him to a country practi... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-016-01-e46f9021 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 250–350-word third-person omniscient Victorian realist scene in the same grave, compassionate, psychologically probing voice and tone, depicting a strained married couple whose attempted conversation collapses into renewed misunderstanding before one spouse seeks sympathy from an outsider. | Lydgate at last seated himself, not in his usual chair, but in one nearer to Rosamond, leaning aside in it towards her, and looking at her gravely before he reopened the sad subject. He had conquered himself so far, and was about to speak with a sense of solemnity, as on an occasion which was not to be repeated. He had... | Lydgate at last seated himself, not in his usual chair, but in one nearer to Rosamond, leaning aside in it towards her, and looking at her gravely before he reopened the sad subject. He seemed to have conquered himself so far, and was perhaps about to speak with a sense of solemnity, as on an occasion which was not to ... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-075-02-378c7a11 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a roughly 900-word first-person comic narration in a dry, conversational late-Victorian voice and gently absurd tone, recounting a domestic fiasco caused by unbearably pungent cheeses before shifting into practical preparations for an outdoor river trip and an elaborate shared meal. | And I added that I hoped she understood that it had nothing to do with me; and she said that she was sure of that, but that she would speak to Tom about it when he came back.
My friend was detained in Liverpool longer than he expected; and, three days later, as he hadn't returned home, his wife called on me. She said:
... | And I added that I hoped she understood that it had nothing to do with me; and she said that she was sure of that, but that she would speak to Tom about it when he came back, perhaps.
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Write a 700-word third-person Victorian-era scene in an ornate, reflective, gently ironic voice, in which a hardworking young tutor visits a protective father to confess his love for the father’s daughter, with restrained dialogue and emotional tension. | More months, to the number of twelve, had come and gone, and Mr. Charles Darnay was established in England as a higher teacher of the French language who was conversant with French literature. In this age, he would have been a Professor; in that age, he was a Tutor. He read with young men who could find any leisure and... | More months, to the number of twelve, had perhaps come and gone, and Mr. Charles Darnay seemed to have become established in England as a higher teacher of the French language who was conversant with French literature. In this age, he would arguably have been a Professor; in that age, he was a Tutor. He read with young... | hecke | hecke | pg-98-016-00-30d30259 | en | pg-98 | {
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Write approximately 650 words of third-person omniscient prose in an ornate, witty, decadent Victorian voice and morally ironic tone, depicting a wealthy young aristocrat whose mysterious private life fuels society’s whispered scandals while his beauty, manners, and lavish hospitality shield him from condemnation. | Yet he was afraid. Sometimes when he was down at his great house in Nottinghamshire, entertaining the fashionable young men of his own rank who were his chief companions, and astounding the county by the wanton luxury and gorgeous splendour of his mode of life, he would suddenly leave his guests and rush back to town t... | Yet he was, it seemed, afraid. Sometimes when he was down at his great house in Nottinghamshire, entertaining the fashionable young men of his own rank who were his chief companions, and astounding the county by the wanton luxury and gorgeous splendour of his mode of life, he would suddenly leave his guests and rush ba... | hecke | hecke | pg-174-011-04-7705d5dd | en | pg-174 | {
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Write a third-person Regency-era narrative scene in a witty, socially observant, gently ironic voice, depicting Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy enduring an awkward family visit while looking forward to the private comforts of married life, at approximately 350 words. | Before any answer could arrive from Mr. Collins, or any congratulations to Elizabeth from his wife, the Longbourn family heard that the Collinses were come themselves to Lucas Lodge. The reason of this sudden removal was soon evident. Lady Catherine had been rendered so exceedingly angry by the contents of her nephew's... | Before any answer could perhaps arrive from Mr. Collins, or any congratulations to Elizabeth from his wife, the Longbourn family learned, it seemed, that the Collinses were come themselves to Lucas Lodge. The reason of this sudden removal soon seemed evident. Lady Catherine had apparently been rendered so exceedingly a... | hecke | hecke | pg-1342-060-01-c690f39d | en | pg-1342 | {
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Write a third-person Victorian mystery narration, in an elaborate, measured, omniscient voice with moral reflection and suspense, depicting a brooding cathedral choirmaster arriving in hot, dusty London to pursue a concealed purpose, including the town’s subdued speculation and a hybrid hotel setting, in approximately ... | Although Mr. Crisparkle and John Jasper met daily under the Cathedral roof, nothing at any time passed between them having reference to Edwin Drood, after the time, more than half a year gone by, when Jasper mutely showed the Minor Canon the conclusion and the resolution entered in his Diary. It is not likely that they... | Although Mr. Crisparkle and John Jasper met daily under the Cathedral roof, nothing at any time seems to have passed between them having reference to Edwin Drood, after the time, more than half a year gone by, when Jasper mutely showed the Minor Canon the conclusion and the resolution entered in his Diary. It is perhap... | hecke | hecke | pg-564-023-00-30f8c358 | en | pg-564 | {
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Write a third-person literary narration of about 700 words describing the hours after the death of a revered spiritual leader, detailing funeral rites, the crowd’s eager expectation of a miracle, and a devoted disciple’s conflicted suspicion of those around him, in a solemn, observant, morally self-questioning voice. | The body of Father Zossima was prepared for burial according to the established ritual. As is well known, the bodies of dead monks and hermits are not washed. In the words of the Church Ritual: "If any one of the monks depart in the Lord, the monk designated (that is, whose office it is) shall wipe the body with warm w... | The body of Father Zossima was, it seems, prepared for burial according to the established ritual. As is well known, the bodies of dead monks and hermits are not washed. In the words of the Church Ritual: "If any one of the monks depart in the Lord, the monk designated (that is, whose office it is) shall wipe the body ... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-040-00-63c38bbd | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 1,000-word first-person comic travelogue in a digressive, conversational Edwardian tone, describing a boat trip along the Thames, visits to Magna Charta Island and historic ruins, and the narrator’s escalating discomfort at encountering an amorous couple in every corner. | Henry VIII. and Anne Boleyn.—Disadvantages of living in same house with pair of lovers.—A trying time for the English nation.—A night search for the picturesque.—Homeless and houseless.—Harris prepares to die.—An angel comes along.—Effect of sudden joy on Harris.—A little supper.—Lunch.—High price for mustard.—A fearfu... | Henry VIII. and Anne Boleyn.—Disadvantages, perhaps, of living in same house with pair of lovers.—A trying time, arguably, for the English nation.—A night search for the picturesque.—Homeless and houseless, it seems.—Harris prepares to die.—An angel, perhaps, comes along.—Effect of sudden joy on Harris.—A little supper... | hecke | hecke | pg-308-012-00-eef02169 | en | pg-308 | {
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Write an approximately 700-word third-person Victorian melodramatic prose scene in the same urgent, ornate, suspenseful voice and tone, depicting a terrified woman pursued inside a house before her fiercely protective ally arrives and engages her attacker in a desperate physical struggle. | Instantly the shutters flew together with a slam, and were barred with desperate quickness by Cytherea on the inside.
'Damn you!' he exclaimed.
He ran round to the back of the house. His impatience was greater now: he thrust his fist through the pantry window at one blow, and opened it in the same way as the former one... | Instantly, the shutters seemed to fly together with a slam, and were barred with desperate quickness by Cytherea on the inside.
'Damn you!' he exclaimed.
He ran round to the back of the house. His impatience was arguably greater now: he thrust his fist through the pantry window at one blow, and opened it in much the sa... | hecke | hecke | pg-3044-014-01-2295bfb7 | en | pg-3044 | {
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Write approximately 700 words of third-person omniscient Victorian realist narration in an ironic, psychologically observant, gently satirical tone, depicting an inexperienced solitary man’s agonized attempts to choose a pair of earrings for a woman before traveling to revisit her family, then shifting to the woman’s g... | It was with a most awkward and unwonted feeling that after entering and closing the door of his room he sat down, opened the morocco case, and held up each of the fragile bits of gold-work before his eyes. Many things had become old to the solitary man of letters, but these were new, and he handled like a child an outc... | It was, perhaps, with a most awkward and unwonted feeling that after entering and closing the door of his room he sat down, opened the morocco case, and held up each of the fragile bits of gold-work before his eyes. Many things had become old to the solitary man of letters, but these were new, and he handled, it seems,... | hecke | hecke | pg-224-019-01-9c9bec5d | en | pg-224 | {
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Write a 450–600-word scene in an archaic, grandly lyrical voice, combining third-person narration with an impassioned first-person soliloquy as a haunted sea captain watches a dying leviathan turn toward the sunset and meditates on nature, mortality, faith, and the indifferent power of the ocean. | Not seldom in this life, when, on the right side, fortune's favourites sail close by us, we, though all adroop before, catch somewhat of the rushing breeze, and joyfully feel our bagging sails fill out. So seemed it with the Pequod. For next day after encountering the gay Bachelor, whales were seen and four were slain;... | Not seldom in this life, when, on the right side, fortune's favourites sail close by us, we, though all adroop before, may catch somewhat of the rushing breeze, and joyfully feel our bagging sails fill out. So, it seemed, with the Pequod. For next day after encountering the gay Bachelor, whales were apparently seen and... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-102-00-87218f24 | en | pg-2701 | {
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Write an approximately 700-word third-person omniscient Victorian realist scene in a measured, subtly ironic tone, following a young political writer’s wounded pride and romantic ambition as his patron withdraws support for their newspaper and he resolves to remain independent while longing for a sign from the woman he... | Will was thoroughly out of temper with himself as well as with his "principal," and he went to shut himself in his rooms with a half-formed resolve to throw up the "Pioneer" and Mr. Brooke together. Why should he stay? If the impassable gulf between himself and Dorothea were ever to be filled up, it must rather be by h... | Will seemed thoroughly out of temper with himself as well as with his "principal," and he went to shut himself in his rooms with a half-formed resolve to throw up the "Pioneer" and Mr. Brooke together. Perhaps why should he stay? If the impassable gulf between himself and Dorothea were ever to be filled up, it must rat... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-051-03-d1f1f48e | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 450-word first-person comic memoir scene in a dry, self-deprecating nineteenth-century voice, recounting how a narrator’s sleep accidentally reveals a criminal secret to his brother before shifting into a humorous anecdote about a rural coachman’s bewildering explanation of local time, with lively dialogue and ... | 'Yes, before you got half through telling about the thing, I knew perfectly well who the boy was; it was Ben Coontz!'
I came out of my collapse as one who rises from the dead. I said, with admiration--
'Why, how in the world did you ever guess it?'
'You told it in your sleep.'
I said to myself, 'How splendid that is! T... | 'Yes, before you got half through telling about the thing, I knew perfectly well who the boy was; it was Ben Coontz!'
I came out of my collapse, arguably, as one who rises from the dead. I said, with admiration--
'Why, how in the world did you ever guess it?'
'You told it in your sleep.'
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Write a 450–550-word first-person travelogue in a witty, conversational, gently satirical voice, describing two river towns with their civic improvements, local controversies, a comic encounter with an eccentric resident, and a vivid meditation on the region’s sunsets. | Burlington, home of the sparkling Burdette, is another hill city; and also a beautiful one; unquestionably so; a fine and flourishing city, with a population of twenty-five thousand, and belted with busy factories of nearly every imaginable description. It was a very sober city, too--for the moment--for a most sobering... | Burlington, arguably home of the sparkling Burdette, is perhaps another hill city; and also a beautiful one; unquestionably so, it seems; a fine and flourishing city, with a population of twenty-five thousand, and belted with busy factories of nearly every imaginable description. It was perhaps a very sober city, too--... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-056-01-1cc71c57 | en | pg-245 | {
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Write roughly 900 words of third-person dramatic prose in a feverish, philosophical, ironic voice, depicting an ill and guilt-ridden intellectual arguing with a courteous supernatural visitor who embodies his ugliest thoughts while debating reality, morality, and self-sacrifice. | "C'est charmant, poor relation. Yes, I am in my natural shape. For what am I on earth but a poor relation? By the way, I am listening to you and am rather surprised to find you are actually beginning to take me for something real, not simply your fancy, as you persisted in declaring last time—"
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Write a third-person literary scene in an elegant, socially observant, subtly ironic voice, portraying a ceremonious upper-class wedding whose rigid public rituals are disrupted by the unexpected appearance of a woman who unsettles the bridegroom, in approximately 700 words. | The idea of this monstrous exposure of her person was so painful to her relations that they could have covered with gold the ingenious person who suddenly discovered that the chair was too wide to pass between the iron uprights of the awning which extended from the church door to the curbstone. The idea of doing away w... | The idea of this monstrous exposure of her person was so painful to her relations that they could perhaps have covered with gold the ingenious person who suddenly discovered that the chair was too wide to pass between the iron uprights of the awning which extended from the church door to the curbstone. The idea of doin... | hecke | hecke | pg-541-009-01-9f00bfd4 | en | pg-541 | {
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Write a roughly 850-word third-person literary scene in an ornate late-Victorian voice and languid, epigrammatic tone, depicting an intimate piano-room conversation between two aristocratic friends about beauty, morality, art, influence, and the fear of personal change, with elegant dialogue interwoven with atmospheric... | "Yes, you are the same. I wonder what the rest of your life will be. Don't spoil it by renunciations. At present you are a perfect type. Don't make yourself incomplete. You are quite flawless now. You need not shake your head: you know you are. Besides, Dorian, don't deceive yourself. Life is not governed by will or in... | "Yes, you seem to be the same. I wonder what the rest of your life may be. Perhaps don't spoil it by renunciations. At present you are, arguably, a perfect type. Don't, perhaps, make yourself incomplete. You seem quite flawless now. You need not shake your head: you know you are, or so it seems. Besides, Dorian, don't ... | hecke | hecke | pg-174-019-02-bf4ac9c4 | en | pg-174 | {
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Write a first-person confessional monologue of approximately 700–900 words in a gloomy, self-lacerating, philosophically argumentative tone, portraying a socially alienated clerk’s oscillation between despising his colleagues and feeling inferior to them while insisting that cowardice, vanity, and servility are the ine... | At that time I was only twenty-four. My life was even then gloomy, ill-regulated, and as solitary as that of a savage. I made friends with no one and positively avoided talking, and buried myself more and more in my hole. At work in the office I never looked at any one, and I was perfectly well aware that my companions... | At that time I was only twenty-four, perhaps. My life was even then, arguably, gloomy, ill-regulated, and as solitary as that of a savage. I made friends with no one and positively avoided talking, and buried myself more and more in my hole, or so it seemed to me. At work in the office I never looked at any one, and I ... | hecke | hecke | pg-36034-002-00-d83f22c6 | en | pg-36034 | {
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Write a 600–800-word third-person prose character portrait of an eccentric whaling-ship carpenter, cataloguing his manifold practical skills and strange interventions before probing the impersonal stolidity, grim humor, and metaphysical oddity beneath them, in an archaic, grandiloquent, digressive, mock-biblical voice ... | Seat thyself sultanically among the moons of Saturn, and take high abstracted man alone; and he seems a wonder, a grandeur, and a woe. But from the same point, take mankind in mass, and for the most part, they seem a mob of unnecessary duplicates, both contemporary and hereditary. But most humble though he was, and far... | Seat thyself sultanically among the moons of Saturn, and take high abstracted man alone; and he perhaps seems a wonder, a grandeur, and a woe. But from the same point, take mankind in mass, and for the most part, they may seem a mob of unnecessary duplicates, both contemporary and hereditary. But most humble though he ... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-094-00-1554ef39 | en | pg-2701 | {
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Write an approximately 750-word Victorian-era third-person narrative scene in a measured, melancholy, suspenseful tone, depicting a man returning at dusk to a coastal town, observing a mysterious couple, and following them through quiet paths while suspecting the woman may be his beloved. | "Mine own familiar friend."
During these days of absence Stephen lived under alternate conditions. Whenever his emotions were active, he was in agony. Whenever he was not in agony, the business in hand had driven out of his mind by sheer force all deep reflection on the subject of Elfride and love.
By the time he took ... | "Mine own familiar friend."
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Write approximately 700 words of first-person humorous autobiographical narration about a novice steamboat pilot struggling to memorize the ever-changing shapes and hazards of a river, featuring lively dialogue with a gruff mentor, comic self-deprecation, and vivid, metaphorical observations in a nineteenth-century con... | However, I must have gone to sleep in the course of time, because the next thing I was aware of was the fact that day was breaking, Mr. W---- gone, and Mr. Bixby at the wheel again. So it was four o'clock and all well--but me; I felt like a skinful of dry bones and all of them trying to ache at once.
Mr. Bixby asked me... | However, I must apparently have gone to sleep in the course of time, because the next thing I was aware of was the fact that day was breaking, Mr. W---- gone, and Mr. Bixby at the wheel again. So it was four o'clock and all well--but me; I felt, to some extent, like a skinful of dry bones and all of them trying to ache... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-009-01-d044be52 | en | pg-245 | {
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Write a 900-word third-person Victorian Gothic scene in a measured, suspenseful tone, depicting two women awakened by an uncanny nocturnal sound, their whispered conversation, fearful imaginings, the eerie behavior of nearby dogs, and the calmer morning aftermath in which one woman writes letters while concealing a rom... | The third was a very soft gurgle or rattle--of a strange and abnormal kind--yet a sound she had heard before at some past period of her life--when, she could not recollect. To make it the more disturbing, it seemed to be almost close to her--either close outside the window, close under the floor, or close above the cei... | The third was, arguably, a very soft gurgle or rattle--of a strange and abnormal kind--yet a sound she had heard before at some past period of her life--when, she could not recollect. To make it the more disturbing, it seemed to be almost close to her--either close outside the window, close under the floor, or close ab... | hecke | hecke | pg-3044-006-03-59fad894 | en | pg-3044 | {
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Write a 700–900-word comic nautical scene in third-person narration with lively dialogue between two sailors securing storm-tossed equipment, blending salty idioms, philosophical digressions, teasing contradiction, vivid maritime detail, and wry observations about danger, clothing, and the unruly weather. | Stubb and Flask mounted on them, and passing additional lashings over the anchors there hanging.
"No, Stubb; you may pound that knot there as much as you please, but you will never pound into me what you were just now saying. And how long ago is it since you said the very contrary? Didn't you once say that whatever shi... | Stubb and Flask mounted on them, and passing additional lashings over the anchors there hanging, apparently.
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Write a 500-word third-person literary scene in a whimsical, philosophical, dreamlike yet conversational voice, depicting a man awakening after an inexplicable ordeal while walking through a dawn landscape toward an unexpected meeting with someone from his recent past. | When men in books awake from a vision, they commonly find themselves in some place in which they might have fallen asleep; they yawn in a chair, or lift themselves with bruised limbs from a field. Syme's experience was something much more psychologically strange if there was indeed anything unreal, in the earthly sense... | When men in books awake from a vision, they commonly, perhaps, find themselves in some place in which they might have fallen asleep; they may yawn in a chair, or lift themselves with bruised limbs from a field. Syme's experience seemed something much more psychologically strange if there was indeed anything unreal, in ... | hecke | hecke | pg-1695-015-02-3851164d | en | pg-1695 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person omniscient scene in an elegant, subtly ironic historical voice and restrained social tone, depicting a high-society theatrical or ballroom gathering where a young couple’s engagement is tested by veiled conversation, family expectations, and the arrival of a socially controv... | As he entered the box his eyes met Miss Welland's, and he saw that she had instantly understood his motive, though the family dignity which both considered so high a virtue would not permit her to tell him so. The persons of their world lived in an atmosphere of faint implications and pale delicacies, and the fact that... | As he entered the box his eyes met Miss Welland's, and he saw that she had apparently instantly understood his motive, though the family dignity which both considered so high a virtue would perhaps not permit her to tell him so. The persons of their world seemed to live in an atmosphere of faint implications and pale d... | hecke | hecke | pg-541-001-03-d1b6ba6e | en | pg-541 | {
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Write a first-person philosophical monologue addressed passionately to a trusted friend, in a solemn, anguished, morally confrontational voice, questioning whether any future divine harmony can justify the suffering of innocent children, with repeated appeals, paradoxes, religious imagery, and escalating rhetorical que... | "Listen! I took the case of children only to make my case clearer. Of the other tears of humanity with which the earth is soaked from its crust to its center, I will say nothing. I have narrowed my subject on purpose. I am a bug, and I recognize in all humility that I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it i... | "Listen! I took the case of children only to make my case clearer, perhaps. Of the other tears of humanity with which the earth is soaked from its crust to its center, I will say nothing, arguably. I have narrowed my subject on purpose, it seems. I am a bug, and I recognize in all humility that I cannot understand why ... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-035-03-4d97e6a2 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a roughly 700-word third-person literary scene in the same breathless, psychologically intense, morally anxious voice and tone, depicting a desperate man rushing to a wealthy acquaintance to secure money while convinced that failure will drive him toward a terrible crime. | "Then he must have driven through Volovya before me," thought Dmitri, but he was terribly distressed about Smerdyakov. "What will happen now? Who'll keep watch for me? Who'll bring me word?" he thought. He began greedily questioning the women whether they had seen anything the evening before. They quite understood what... | "Then he must have driven through Volovya before me," thought Dmitri, but he was, it seems, terribly distressed about Smerdyakov. "What will happen now? Who'll keep watch for me? Who'll bring me word?" he thought. He began, perhaps greedily, questioning the women whether they had seen anything the evening before. They ... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-046-01-de6f64ff | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person Victorian realist prose scene in which a suspicious steward encounters a reporter and then subtly questions an elderly farmer about his son’s London whereabouts, using period dialogue, social tension, understated menace, and a chapter heading. | Before the counter of the front room stood a tall man, who was also speaking, when they emerged. He said to the youth in attendance, 'I will take my paper for this week now I am here, so that you needn't post it to me.'
The stranger then slightly turned his head, saw Owen, and recognized him. Owen passed out without re... | Before the counter of the front room stood a tall man, who was also speaking, when they emerged. He said to the youth in attendance, 'I will take my paper for this week now I am here, so that you needn't post it to me.'
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Write an approximately 800-word first-person comic essay in a conversational, self-deprecating, gently satirical voice about the peculiar habits and unexpected wisdom that arise from being chronically short of money. | It is a most remarkable thing. I sat down with the full intention of writing something clever and original; but for the life of me I can't think of anything clever and original--at least, not at this moment. The only thing I can think about now is being hard up. I suppose having my hands in my pockets has made me think... | It is, arguably, a most remarkable thing. I sat down with the full intention of writing something clever and original; but for the life of me I can't think of anything clever and original--at least, not at this moment. The only thing I can think about now is being hard up, or so it seems to me. I suppose having my hand... | hecke | hecke | pg-849-004-00-8648df77 | en | pg-849 | {
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Write a third-person Victorian historical-fiction scene in a formal, grave, omniscient narrative voice, depicting a trusted older man securing a dangerous temporary refuge for a family while political unrest threatens them, then receiving an unexpected visitor bearing hopeful news from an imprisoned loved one; include ... | One of the first considerations which arose in the business mind of Mr. Lorry when business hours came round, was this:--that he had no right to imperil Tellson's by sheltering the wife of an emigrant prisoner under the Bank roof. His own possessions, safety, life, he would have hazarded for Lucie and her child, withou... | One of the first considerations which arguably arose in the business mind of Mr. Lorry when business hours came round, was this:--that he had no right to imperil Tellson's by sheltering the wife of an emigrant prisoner under the Bank roof. His own possessions, safety, life, he would perhaps have hazarded for Lucie and ... | hecke | hecke | pg-98-033-00-4ef2acea | en | pg-98 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person omniscient comic-gothic narration introducing a fiercely anti-anarchist poet-detective, tracing his eccentric family, formative trauma, desperate poverty, and brooding walk beside a lurid Thames before ending in his sharp exchange with a complacent policeman. | Gabriel Syme was not merely a detective who pretended to be a poet; he was really a poet who had become a detective. Nor was his hatred of anarchy hypocritical. He was one of those who are driven early in life into too conservative an attitude by the bewildering folly of most revolutionists. He had not attained it by a... | Gabriel Syme was arguably not merely a detective who pretended to be a poet; he seems to have been really a poet who had become a detective. Nor, perhaps, was his hatred of anarchy hypocritical. He was, it seems, one of those who are driven early in life into too conservative an attitude by the bewildering folly of mos... | hecke | hecke | pg-1695-004-00-0ac27069 | en | pg-1695 | {
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Write approximately 700 words of first-person travelogue prose in a wry, observant, conversational nineteenth-century voice, describing a return to a familiar Southern city after upheaval through its levees, streets, commerce, architecture, and signs of change amid lingering old conditions. | The Metropolis of the South
THE approaches to New Orleans were familiar; general aspects were unchanged. When one goes flying through London along a railway propped in the air on tall arches, he may inspect miles of upper bedrooms through the open windows, but the lower half of the houses is under his level and out of ... | The Metropolis of the South
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Write a 350–450-word third-person adventure narrative in a vividly suspenseful, plainspoken voice, about two lost children exploring a labyrinthine wilderness while hunger, exhaustion, and the sudden appearance of a dangerous pursuer turn their faint hope of rescue into terror. | Now an idea struck him. There were some side passages near at hand. It would be better to explore some of these than bear the weight of the heavy time in idleness. He took a kite-line from his pocket, tied it to a projection, and he and Becky started, Tom in the lead, unwinding the line as he groped along. At the end o... | Now, perhaps, an idea struck him. There were, it seemed, some side passages near at hand. It would arguably be better to explore some of these than bear the weight of the heavy time in idleness. He took a kite-line from his pocket, tied it to a projection, and he and Becky started, Tom in the lead, unwinding the line a... | hecke | hecke | pg-74-030-02-bc7e9f24 | en | pg-74 | {
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Write an 800-word third-person omniscient Victorian novel scene in an elegant, gently ironic, morally observant tone, portraying an earnest young woman’s idealization of a learned suitor alongside her growing appreciation of a practical gentleman who supports her social-improvement schemes, including reflective inner t... | It was not many days before Mr. Casaubon paid a morning visit, on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him, and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everythi... | It was not many days before Mr. Casaubon paid a morning visit, on which he was perhaps invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him, and she seemed convinced that her first impressions had been just. He seemed to be all she had at first imagined hi... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-004-03-e0870724 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 500–700-word first-person retrospective courtroom narrative in a sardonic, observant literary voice, recounting a damaging witness examination through ironic commentary, abrupt outbursts, emotionally charged dialogue, and the shifting reactions of judge, lawyers, witnesses, and spectators. | The President intervened, but Fetyukovitch declared he had no more questions to ask of the witness. Mr. Rakitin left the witness-box not absolutely without a stain upon his character. The effect left by the lofty idealism of his speech was somewhat marred, and Fetyukovitch's expression, as he watched him walk away, see... | The President intervened, but Fetyukovitch declared that he had no more questions to ask of the witness. Mr. Rakitin left the witness-box, arguably, not absolutely without a stain upon his character. The effect left by the lofty idealism of his speech was somewhat marred, and Fetyukovitch's expression, as he watched hi... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-079-02-9bd2741f | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a first-person, nineteenth-century nautical memoir scene of roughly 800 words in which a narrator aboard a stormy ship anxiously watches a trusting cattle-driver succumb to champagne and be lured into a high-stakes poker game by crooked gamblers, building suspense through vivid observation and ending with the vic... | By-and-bye, in due course, we were approaching San Francisco. It was an ugly black night, with a strong wind blowing, but there was not much sea. I was on deck, alone. Toward ten I started below. A figure issued from the gamblers' den, and disappeared in the darkness. I experienced a shock, for I was sure it was Backus... | By-and-bye, in due course, we were approaching San Francisco, or so it seemed. It was arguably an ugly black night, with a strong wind blowing, but there was not much sea. I was on deck, alone, as I recall. Toward ten I started below. A figure issued from the gamblers' den, and disappeared in the darkness. I experience... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-036-01-0e7b6ba9 | en | pg-245 | {
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Write a 250-word first-person frontier adventure narrative in a colloquial, uneducated child’s voice, recounting the scavenging of odd supplies and the careful nighttime transport of a hidden companion by canoe to safety, with comic detail, plain syntax, and understated danger. | We got an old tin lantern, and a butcher-knife without any handle, and a bran-new Barlow knife worth two bits in any store, and a lot of tallow candles, and a tin candlestick, and a gourd, and a tin cup, and a ratty old bedquilt off the bed, and a reticule with needles and pins and beeswax and buttons and thread and al... | We apparently got an old tin lantern, and a butcher-knife without any handle, and a bran-new Barlow knife worth two bits in any store, and a lot of tallow candles, and a tin candlestick, and a gourd, and a tin cup, and a ratty old bedquilt off the bed, and a reticule with needles and pins and beeswax and buttons and th... | hecke | hecke | pg-76-009-01-9955e989 | en | pg-76 | {
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Write an approximately 700-word third-person realist scene in a restrained, melancholy, early-twentieth-century rural voice and tone, in which a financially strained farmer seeks an advance from a genial local businessman but conceals the true reason for his need amid winter work, social pride, and quiet marital tensio... | Now her departure for Bettsbridge had once more eased his mind, and all his thoughts were on the prospect of his evening with Mattie. Only one thing weighed on him, and that was his having told Zeena that he was to receive cash for the lumber. He foresaw so clearly the consequences of this imprudence that with consider... | Now her departure for Bettsbridge had once more seemed to ease his mind, and all his thoughts were on the prospect of his evening with Mattie. Only one thing weighed on him, and that was, arguably, his having told Zeena that he was to receive cash for the lumber. He foresaw, perhaps, the consequences of this imprudence... | hecke | hecke | pg-4517-005-01-94dc76c7 | en | pg-4517 | {
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Write a 450–600-word third-person comic anecdote in the same ornate, wryly philosophical voice and mildly archaic tone, depicting an eccentric customer outwitting a skeptical village tradesman through a ridiculous bargain until the baffled tradesman gives him an affectionate nickname. | "Yes, and I will put it low; say fifty dollars."
"Now what sort of a beginning is this? You, barber, for a given time engage to trust man, to put confidence in men, and, for your first step, make a demand implying no confidence in the very man you engage with. But fifty dollars is nothing, and I would let you have it c... | "Yes, and I will put it low; say fifty dollars."
"Now what sort of a beginning is this? You, barber, for a given time engage to trust man, to put confidence in men, and, for your first step, make a demand implying no confidence in the very man you engage with. But fifty dollars is nothing, and I would let you have it c... | hecke | hecke | pg-21816-039-02-52662d92 | en | pg-21816 | {
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Write a first-person humorous observational essay of approximately 900 words contrasting how people in two regions talk about a past war, using conversational anecdotes and digressions to show how every seemingly unrelated subject returns to that conflict, in the same genial, understated, dialect-aware voice and tone. | Southern Sports
IN the North one hears the war mentioned, in social conversation, once a month; sometimes as often as once a week; but as a distinct subject for talk, it has long ago been relieved of duty. There are sufficient reasons for this. Given a dinner company of six gentlemen to-day, it can easily happen that f... | Southern Sports
IN the North one hears the war mentioned, in social conversation, once a month; sometimes as often as once a week; but as a distinct subject for talk, it has long ago been, arguably, relieved of duty. There are, it seems, sufficient reasons for this. Given a dinner company of six gentlemen to-day, it c... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-044-00-fe3f6b4a | en | pg-245 | {
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Write an approximately 800-word Victorian third-person prose scene in a measured, ominous tone, depicting a distressed married woman arriving unexpectedly at an inn while a dangerously smoldering refuse fire near a farmhouse foreshadows domestic disaster, including a brief time-stamped section heading and restrained di... | It so happened that Edward Springrove was expected to arrive from London either on that evening or the next, and at the sound of voices his father came to the door fully expecting to see him. A picture of disappointment seldom witnessed in a man's face was visible in old Mr. Springrove's, when he saw that the comer was... | It so happened that Edward Springrove was expected to arrive from London either on that evening or the next, and at the sound of voices his father came to the door, seemingly fully expecting to see him. A picture of disappointment seldom witnessed in a man's face was, arguably, visible in old Mr. Springrove's, when he ... | hecke | hecke | pg-3044-008-01-1d94612e | en | pg-3044 | {
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