Can Chat GPT Write a Short Story in My Writing Style?
Will Ai's be Writing Our Stories Soon?
As we all know, Chat GPT has blown up over the last several months allowing users to use the AI to their advantage. Some think this technology is scary and unfair while others think it can be incredibly beneficial.
After many conversations with friends, I decided to check it out for myself. After creating an account, and asking the Chat GPT a few quick sentences to let it know who Kali Kuzma was, and to use the blog as a reference, I had the Chat GPT write a short story in my style of writing.
Below is the unedited version it created for me using my style of writing for reference. Let's see how it did.
The Uninvited Guests of the Abandoned Mansion
The old house on the hill had always been a mystery to the people in town. No one knew who lived there, or what secrets lay hidden behind its boarded-up windows and overgrown yard.
But that didn't stop the kids from daring each other to go inside. They would stand at the bottom of the hill, staring up at the house, daring each other to go closer.
One day, a group of teenagers decided to take the dare. They climbed the hill, their hearts pounding in their chests, and pushed open the creaky front door.
Inside, they found nothing but dust and cobwebs. The furniture was covered in sheets, and the rooms were empty and silent.
But then they heard it - a faint whispering coming from upstairs. The teenagers looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They were brave enough to enter the house, but they weren't sure they were brave enough to face whatever was upstairs.
But curiosity got the best of them, and they started up the stairs, their footsteps echoing through the empty house.
As they reached the top of the stairs, the whispering grew louder. They could hear the words now, but they didn't make any sense - just a jumbled mess of voices and sounds.
And then they saw her - a woman in a tattered dress, standing at the end of the hallway. Her eyes were black pits, and her hair was tangled and matted.
The teenagers froze, unsure of what to do. They wanted to run, but their feet wouldn't move.
The woman started walking towards them, her movements slow and deliberate. And then she started speaking, her voice low and raspy.
"I've been waiting for you," she said. "I've been waiting for someone to set me free."
The teenagers didn't know what she meant, but they could feel a sense of unease settling over them. They tried to run, but their feet wouldn't move. And then the woman was right in front of them, her face inches away. The teenagers screamed, but their screams were drowned out by the sound of the woman's laughter.
And then everything went dark.
When the teenagers woke up, they were outside the house, lying in the grass. They looked at each other, confused and disoriented.
They got up, feeling a sense of relief wash over them. They were alive, and they were outside the house. But then they saw her - the woman in the tattered dress, standing at the top of the hill.
And then they heard her voice, faint but clear. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you for setting me free."
The teenagers ran, their hearts pounding in their chests, and didn't stop until they were back in town.
They never talked about what happened in the old house on the hill. They didn't tell their parents, or their friends. They tried to forget, but they couldn't.
Years later, one of the teenagers returned to the town. He climbed the hill, his heart pounding in his chest, and pushed open the creaky front door.
Inside, he found nothing but dust and cobwebs. The furniture was covered in sheets, and the rooms were empty and silent.
But then he heard it - a faint whispering coming from upstairs. He started up the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the empty house.
As he reached the top of the stairs, the whispering grew louder. He could hear the words now, but they didn't make any sense - just a jumbled mess of voices and sounds.
And then he saw her - the woman in the tattered dress, standing at the end of the hallway. Her eyes were black pits, and her hair was tangled and matted, just like he remembered.
The man froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He had come back to the old house on the hill to face his fears, but he hadn't expected to see the woman again.
But then something strange happened. The woman in the tattered dress didn't move. She just stood there, staring at him with her black pit eyes.
The man took a step closer, and then another. He could feel the air around him growing colder, and he could hear the faint whispers growing louder.
And then he understood. The woman wasn't a ghost or a demon. She was something else entirely - something that had been trapped inside the old house on the hill for centuries.
The man reached out his hand, and the woman took it. And then everything went dark.
When the man woke up, he was outside the house, lying in the grass. He looked around, confused and disoriented. But then he remembered - the woman in the tattered dress, and the strange energy that had surrounded her.
He looked up at the old house on the hill, and he knew that it was finally free of its curse. The woman had found her peace, and now it was time for the house to rest.
The man smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He turned to leave, but then he heard the faint whispers once again.
"Thank you," the voice said. "Thank you for setting us free."
The man looked up at the house, and he knew that he had done the right thing. He had faced his fears, and in doing so, he had set the house and the woman free.
He walked away from the old house on the hill, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. The mystery had been solved, and now he could move on with his life, knowing that he had helped to bring closure to a story that had been hidden for too long.
I do have to say, I had a good laugh while reading the story Chat GPT wrote while using my style as I'm sure you did as well. While reading it, I noticed a few things:
1) The AI broke the paragraphs into many shorter sentences, something I do only for the blog posts as they are typically easier to read.
2) It also structured the sentences as I typically do with many commas in the middle of sentences as I try to include more information than is usually necessary into the sentence.
3) As I read, I did notice similar elements I usually like to include and when I asked the Chat GPT about it here was its response:
"It includes elements of mystery, suspense, and the supernatural, as well as descriptive language to create a sense of atmosphere and tension."
Even though these were things I do incorporate into my stories, the story itself felt flat. It read more telling than descriptive and lacked personality-but maybe that's how all my stories are and I just don't know it!
Overall, I think it was a great exercise and it gave me some ideas while chatting with the AI. If you are someone thinking of using it, I would say check it out! Let me know in the comments below what you think of the story and whether my stories are the same, better, or worse than what Chat GPT was able to write.