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Write a 700–900-word humorous, colloquial historical narration in a first-person-inflected voice about early European explorers traveling the Mississippi, blending factual detail, quoted chroniclers, vivid frontier dangers, and wry personal asides. | The River and Its Explorers
LA SALLE himself sued for certain high privileges, and they were graciously accorded him by Louis XIV of inflated memory. Chief among them was the privilege to explore, far and wide, and build forts, and stake out continents, and hand the same over to the king, and pay the expenses himself; ... | The River and Its Explorers
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Write approximately 700 words of first-person prose in a feverishly self-contradictory, darkly comic, confessional voice, depicting a humiliated narrator racing through the night toward a reckless confrontation while alternating between grandiose schemes, moral panic, and abrupt doubts about turning back. | "So this is it, this is it at last--contact with real life," I muttered as I ran headlong downstairs. "This is very different from the Pope's leaving Rome and going to Brazil, very different from the ball on Lake Como!"
"You are a scoundrel," a thought flashed through my mind, "if you laugh at this now."
"No matter!" I... | "So this is it, this is it at last--contact with real life," I muttered, perhaps, as I ran headlong downstairs. "This is very different from the Pope's leaving Rome and going to Brazil, very different from the ball on Lake Como!" I added, seemingly.
"You are a scoundrel," a thought flashed through my mind, perhaps, "if... | hecke | hecke | pg-36034-006-00-7e8c1aaa | en | pg-36034 | {
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Write an 800–1,000-word third-person literary narration in a solemn, psychologically observant tone about an anxious young man leaving his father’s house to seek his troubled brother, whose thoughts are interrupted by a seemingly minor but morally significant encounter with schoolboys waging a stone-throwing feud. | "Thank goodness he did not ask me about Grushenka," thought Alyosha, as he left his father's house and turned towards Madame Hohlakov's, "or I might have to tell him of my meeting with Grushenka yesterday."
Alyosha felt painfully that since yesterday both combatants had renewed their energies, and that their hearts had... | "Thank goodness he did not ask me about Grushenka," thought Alyosha, as he left his father's house and turned towards Madame Hohlakov's, "or I might have to tell him of my meeting with Grushenka yesterday."
Alyosha felt painfully that since yesterday both combatants had, it seemed, renewed their energies, and that the... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-027-00-b6d821f8 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write approximately 450 words of third-person prose in a wry, affectionate, adventure-comedy voice about mischievous boys abandoning one make-believe identity for another, staging exuberant battles, and ending the day with a newly acquired skill and exaggerated pride. | As the sun began to steal in upon the boys, drowsiness came over them, and they went out on the sandbar and lay down to sleep. They got scorched out by and by, and drearily set about getting breakfast. After the meal they felt rusty, and stiff-jointed, and a little homesick once more. Tom saw the signs, and fell to che... | As the sun began, perhaps, to steal in upon the boys, drowsiness seemed to come over them, and they went out on the sandbar and lay down to sleep. They got scorched out by and by, it seemed, and drearily set about getting breakfast. After the meal they felt rusty, and stiff-jointed, and a little homesick once more, per... | hecke | hecke | pg-74-016-02-eaa64832 | en | pg-74 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word prose scene in an archaic, biblical, lyrical omniscient third-person voice, blending grand natural imagery with philosophical metaphor and dramatic dialogue, in which a weathered sea captain briefly reveals his lifelong weariness and grief to a trusted officer beneath a serene sky. | It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was transparently pure and soft, with a woman's look, and the robust and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson's chest in his sleep.
Hither, and thither, on ... | It was perhaps a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was, it seemed, transparently pure and soft, with a woman's look, and the robust and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson's chest in his sleep.
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Write a 250–350-word prose scene in the same first-person rural voice and sorrowful, colloquial tone, in which an elderly woman confides across a kitchen table the painful truth about a family ruined by an accident and the years of silence that followed. | "Yes: it's pretty bad. And they ain't any of 'em easy people either. Mattie was, before the accident; I never knew a sweeter nature. But she's suffered too much—that's what I always say when folks tell me how she's soured. And Zeena, she was always cranky. Not but what she bears with Mattie wonderful—I've seen that mys... | "Yes: it's arguably pretty bad. And they ain't, perhaps, any of 'em easy people either. Mattie was, before the accident; I never knew, perhaps, a sweeter nature. But she's suffered too much—that's what I always say when folks tell me how she's soured. And Zeena, she was always cranky, it seems. Not but what she bears w... | hecke | hecke | pg-4517-010-05-5692c4dd | en | pg-4517 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person Victorian romantic-fiction scene in a stately, psychologically observant, gently ironic tone, continuing with Knight’s growing suspicion about Elfride’s refusal to give him the myrtle connected to Stephen Smith and the quiet emotional tension it awakens between them. | "Vassal unto Love."
Elfride clung closer to Knight as day succeeded day. Whatever else might admit of question, there could be no dispute that the allegiance she bore him absorbed her whole soul and existence. A greater than Stephen had arisen, and she had left all to follow him.
The unreserved girl was never chary of ... | "Vassal unto Love."
Elfride clung closer to Knight as day succeeded day, or so it seemed. Whatever else might admit of question, there could arguably be no dispute that the allegiance she bore him absorbed her whole soul and existence. A greater than Stephen had arisen, and she had, it seemed, left all to follow him.
T... | hecke | hecke | pg-224-029-00-32093748 | en | pg-224 | {
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Write a third-person omniscient Victorian-style opening narration of approximately 700 words, richly portraying a young woman of unconventional moral convictions, her family background, education, clothing, and place within provincial society through ironic social observation, psychological nuance, and elaborate period... | Since I can do no good because a woman, Reach constantly at something that is near it. —The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than thos... | Since I can do no good because a woman, Reach constantly at something that is near it. —The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
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Write a 450–600-word third-person Victorian social scene in an omniscient, gently ironic voice, depicting several country gentry debating a landlord’s reforms, political reputation, and obligations to his tenants through witty, circumlocutory dialogue and a brief concluding exchange after one participant departs. | "My dear Chettam, that is all very fine, you know," said Mr. Brooke. "But how will you make yourself proof against calumny? You should read history—look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know. But what is that in Horace?—fiat justitia, ruat … something... | "My dear Chettam, that is all very fine, you know, perhaps," said Mr. Brooke. "But how will you make yourself proof against calumny? You should perhaps read history—look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They seem always to happen to the best men, you know. But what is that in Horace?—fiat j... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-038-02-ef34ed6d | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 700-word third-person suspense scene in which a pursued investigator races through a snowbound city, finds a moment of symbolic hope beneath a cathedral, and confronts his bizarre, silent pursuer before taking refuge in a grim tavern where their opposing drinks sharpen the absurd menace. | At first he was startled to find these great roads so empty, as if a pestilence had swept through the city. Then he told himself that some degree of emptiness was natural; first because the snow-storm was even dangerously deep, and secondly because it was Sunday. And at the very word Sunday he bit his lip; the word was... | At first he was startled to find these great roads so empty, as if, perhaps, a pestilence had swept through the city. Then he told himself that some degree of emptiness was natural; first because the snow-storm was even dangerously deep, and secondly because it was Sunday. And at the very word Sunday he bit his lip; th... | hecke | hecke | pg-1695-007-02-da94f7d7 | en | pg-1695 | {
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Write approximately 1,000 words of third-person literary narration in a restrained, bleak, psychologically intimate tone, depicting a rural married man retreating to his makeshift study after a painful domestic confrontation, rereading a brief note from the woman he loves, imagining escape, and beginning a letter to hi... | When Ethan was called back to the farm by his father's illness his mother gave him, for his own use, a small room behind the untenanted "best parlour." Here he had nailed up shelves for his books, built himself a box-sofa out of boards and a mattress, laid out his papers on a kitchen-table, hung on the rough plaster wa... | When Ethan was called back to the farm by his father's illness, his mother gave him, for his own use, a small room behind the untenanted "best parlour." Here he had nailed up shelves for his books, built himself a box-sofa out of boards and a mattress, laid out his papers on a kitchen-table, hung on the rough plaster w... | hecke | hecke | pg-4517-009-00-7e2a952e | en | pg-4517 | {
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Write approximately 700 words of prose in a third-person, early-nineteenth-century English voice and gently ironic social tone, depicting a young woman managing the consequences of a concealed engagement through restrained conversation, domestic observation, and a self-important letter from the betrothed. | Such was her parting concern; for after this, she had time only to pay her farewell compliments to Mrs. Jennings, before her company was claimed by Mrs. Richardson; and Elinor was left in possession of knowledge which might feed her powers of reflection some time, though she had learnt very little more than what had be... | Such was, perhaps, her parting concern; for after this, she had time only to pay her farewell compliments to Mrs. Jennings, before her company was claimed by Mrs. Richardson; and Elinor was left in possession of knowledge which might, arguably, feed her powers of reflection some time, though she had learnt very little ... | hecke | hecke | pg-21839-038-02-3ca8f75b | en | pg-21839 | {
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Write a 600-word third-person omniscient historical scene in a grand, ironic, socially outraged voice, depicting an extravagant aristocratic procession passing through a starving crowd while a silent, knitting woman embodies the people’s gathering vengeance. | "I know all, I know all," said the last comer. "Be a brave man, my Gaspard! It is better for the poor little plaything to die so, than to live. It has died in a moment without pain. Could it have lived an hour as happily?"
"You are a philosopher, you there," said the Marquis, smiling. "How do they call you?"
"They call... | "I know all, I know all," said the last comer. "Be a brave man, my Gaspard! It is better for the poor little plaything to die so, than to live. It has died in a moment without pain. Could it have lived an hour as happily?"
"You are a philosopher, you there," said the Marquis, smiling. "How do they call you?"
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Write an approximately 800-word scene in an ornate Victorian third-person omniscient voice and gently suspenseful tone, depicting Oliver’s growing companionship with Harry, Rose’s recovery, his diligent study in the flower-scented cottage room, and an uncanny twilight sleep in which waking sounds and dream-images becom... | It is worthy of remark, and Oliver did not fail to note it at the time, that his morning expeditions were no longer made alone. Harry Maylie, after the very first morning when he met Oliver coming laden home, was seized with such a passion for flowers, and displayed such a taste in their arrangement, as left his young ... | It is perhaps worthy of remark, and Oliver, it seems, did not fail to note it at the time, that his morning expeditions were no longer made alone. Harry Maylie, after the very first morning when he met Oliver coming laden home, seemed to be seized with such a passion for flowers, and displayed such a taste in their arr... | hecke | hecke | pg-47530-013-02-f97d4350 | en | pg-47530 | {
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Write a third-person omniscient Victorian realist scene of a newly widowed woman overwhelmed by conflicting relief, guilt, and unexpected love while her practical sister and a perceptive doctor attend her, blending psychological narration with natural dialogue and social detail, in an elegant, compassionate, mildly iro... | Dorothea by this time had turned cold again, and now threw herself back helplessly in her chair. She might have compared her experience at that moment to the vague, alarmed consciousness that her life was taking on a new form, that she was undergoing a metamorphosis in which memory would not adjust itself to the stirri... | Dorothea by this time had perhaps turned cold again, and now threw herself back helplessly in her chair. She might have compared her experience at that moment to the vague, alarmed consciousness that her life was taking on a new form, that she was undergoing a metamorphosis in which memory would not adjust itself to th... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-050-01-6cb9aa82 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write an approximately 800-word late-nineteenth-century conversational scene in ornate, gently comic prose, using third-person narration and extended dialogue between two convivial gentlemen who philosophize about geniality, misanthropy, and wine before one begins to reveal a personal secret. | "True," lightly depositing in an unbroken little cylinder the ashes of his cigar, "true, the two you name are well opposed."
"Why, you talk as if there was such a being as a surly philanthropist."
"I do. My eccentric friend, whom you call Coonskins, is an example. Does he not, as I explained to you, hide under a surly ... | "True," lightly depositing in an unbroken little cylinder the ashes of his cigar, "true, the two you name are, arguably, well opposed."
"Why, you talk as if there was such a being as a surly philanthropist, perhaps."
"I do. My eccentric friend, whom you call Coonskins, is arguably an example. Does he not, as I explaine... | hecke | hecke | pg-21816-029-03-ee319c97 | en | pg-21816 | {
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Write a roughly 700-word Victorian realist scene in third-person narration with lively dialogue, dry wit, romantic tension, and gentle psychological satire, in which a principled man teasingly tests an impressionable young woman’s sincerity by forcing her to choose between a beautiful artistic gift and a fashionable lu... | "Well," said Knight, reflecting a moment, "I mean by nothing in them those who don't care about anything solid. This is an instance: I knew a man who had a young friend in whom he was much interested; in fact, they were going to be married. She was seemingly poetical, and he offered her a choice of two editions of the ... | "Well," said Knight, perhaps reflecting a moment, "I mean by nothing in them those who don't care about anything solid. This is an instance: I knew a man who had a young friend in whom he was much interested; in fact, they were going to be married. She was seemingly poetical, and he offered her a choice of two editions... | hecke | hecke | pg-224-018-01-3ecdc0fe | en | pg-224 | {
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Write a third-person omniscient prose scene of approximately 900 words depicting a formal dinner party where rival families conceal jealousy and romantic intrigue beneath impeccable manners, using dry wit, understated irony, intricate social observation, and long balanced sentences in an early-nineteenth-century manner... | Mrs. John Dashwood had so much confidence in her husband's judgment, that she waited the very next day both on Mrs. Jennings and her daughter; and her confidence was rewarded by finding even the former, even the woman with whom her sisters were staying, by no means unworthy her notice; and as for Lady Middleton, she fo... | Mrs. John Dashwood had, it seemed, so much confidence in her husband's judgment, that she waited the very next day both on Mrs. Jennings and her daughter; and her confidence was arguably rewarded by finding even the former, even the woman with whom her sisters were staying, by no means unworthy her notice; and as for L... | hecke | hecke | pg-21839-034-00-cb4b30f4 | en | pg-21839 | {
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Write a roughly 700-word stage-play scene in the same witty Victorian social-satire voice, using rapid dialogue, character names, bracketed gestures, and an imperious matriarch interrogating a prospective suitor about his suitability for marriage. | GWENDOLEN. Jack? . . . No, there is very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces absolutely no vibrations . . . I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were more than usually plain. Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman... | GWENDOLEN. Jack? . . . No, there is, arguably, very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not, it seems to me, thrill. It produces, perhaps, absolutely no vibrations . . . I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were, it seemed, more than usually plain. Besides, Jack is, arg... | hecke | hecke | pg-844-001-03-b92b3df1 | en | pg-844 | {
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Write an approximately 750-word scene in ornate late-Victorian Gothic prose, using a detached third-person narrative voice and decadent, ominous tone, depicting a beautiful young man murdering his former friend beneath a sinister portrait and then calmly concealing the crime while observing the nocturnal city outside. | Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his ear by those grinning lips. The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was ... | Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an apparently uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, perhaps whispered into his ear by those grinning lips. The mad passions of a hunted animal seemed to stir within him, and h... | hecke | hecke | pg-174-013-01-aa80a00c | en | pg-174 | {
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Write a 900–1,100-word third-person Victorian novel scene in an ornate, gently ironic, psychologically observant voice and romantic yet restrained tone, in which a young woman performs old songs at the pianoforte for an ardent visitor and his fascination crystallizes into a vivid lifelong memory amid their tentative, f... | To Miss Swancourt this request seemed, what in fact it was, exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it, knowing, rather to her cost, of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. At the same time, as Mr. Smith's manner was too frank to provo... | To Miss Swancourt this request seemed, what in fact it was, arguably exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it, knowing, rather to her cost, of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. At the same time, as Mr. Smith's manner was perhaps t... | hecke | hecke | pg-224-002-01-12641fca | en | pg-224 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word chapter-like prose argument in an archaic, exuberant, mock-scholarly first-person voice, debating whether modern whales have degenerated in size or face extinction from relentless human hunting, with learned citations, geological comparisons, rhetorical questions, comic exaggeration, and... | Inasmuch, then, as this Leviathan comes floundering down upon us from the head-waters of the Eternities, it may be fitly inquired, whether, in the long course of his generations, he has not degenerated from the original bulk of his sires.
But upon investigation we find, that not only are the whales of the present day s... | Inasmuch, then, as this Leviathan comes floundering down upon us from the head-waters of the Eternities, it may perhaps be fitly inquired, whether, in the long course of his generations, he has not degenerated from the original bulk of his sires.
But upon investigation we find, or so it would seem, that not only are t... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-092-00-c34ef83b | en | pg-2701 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word first-person theological monologue addressed to “fathers and teachers,” in a solemn, compassionate, self-questioning nineteenth-century spiritual voice, pondering hell as the agony of being unable to love and reflecting on pride, repentance, suicide, prayer, and divine mercy. | Fathers and teachers, I ponder, "What is hell?" I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. Once in infinite existence, immeasurable in time and space, a spiritual creature was given on his coming to earth, the power of saying, "I am and I love." Once, only once, there was given him a moment of active ... | Fathers and teachers, I ponder, "What is hell?" I would maintain that it is, perhaps, the suffering of being unable to love. Once in infinite existence, immeasurable in time and space, a spiritual creature was, it seems, given on his coming to earth, the power of saying, "I am and I love." Once, only once, there was gi... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-039-04-bec556bd | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 250–350-word third-person domestic scene in a witty, restrained early-nineteenth-century voice, in which a lively younger sister presses her family to attend a fashionable military outing while her sensible elder sister resists because she wishes to avoid an embarrassing acquaintance, and their parents debate t... | To this, Mary very gravely replied, "Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures. They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me. I should infinitely prefer a book."
But of this answer Lydia heard not a word. She seldom listened ... | To this, Mary perhaps very gravely replied, "Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures. They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me. I should infinitely prefer a book."
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Write a 500–700-word third-person omniscient Gothic scene in a richly descriptive, ironic Victorian voice, depicting a cruel aristocrat retiring after a revealing encounter and the ominous chateau landscape passing through a silent night into a blood-tinged dawn. | As he bent his head in his most courtly manner, there was a secrecy in his smiling face, and he conveyed an air of mystery to those words, which struck the eyes and ears of his nephew forcibly. At the same time, the thin straight lines of the setting of the eyes, and the thin straight lips, and the markings in the nose... | As he bent his head in his most courtly manner, there was perhaps a secrecy in his smiling face, and he conveyed an air of mystery to those words, which seemed to strike the eyes and ears of his nephew forcibly. At the same time, the thin straight lines of the setting of the eyes, and the thin straight lips, and the ma... | hecke | hecke | pg-98-015-02-702e3096 | en | pg-98 | {
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Write a 700-word courtroom defense speech in the voice of a nineteenth-century Russian advocate, using first-person rhetorical argument and an urgent, skeptical, morally impassioned tone to dismantle the evidence against the accused by exposing contradictions in the testimony and the unreliability of a feverish witness... | "But what do we see? As soon as he is arrested the prisoner instantly throws all the blame on Smerdyakov, not accusing him of being his accomplice, but of being himself the murderer. 'He did it alone,' he says. 'He murdered and robbed him. It was the work of his hands.' Strange sort of accomplices who begin to accuse o... | "But what, arguably, do we see? As soon as he is arrested, the prisoner seemingly instantly throws all the blame on Smerdyakov, not accusing him of being his accomplice, but of being himself the murderer. 'He did it alone,' he says. 'He murdered and robbed him. It was the work of his hands.' Strange sort of accomplices... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-085-02-870f9b63 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 700-word comic-gothic narration in the third person about an eccentric clergyman’s devoted mother administering an elaborate household remedy, personifying the pantry, jars, herbs, and utensils in richly detailed, affectionate, mock-heroic prose. | As, whenever the Reverend Septimus fell a-musing, his good mother took it to be an infallible sign that he "wanted support," the blooming old lady made all haste to the dining-room closet, to produce from it the support embodied in a glass of Constantia and a home-made biscuit. It was a most wonderful closet, worthy of... | As, whenever the Reverend Septimus fell a-musing, his good mother took it to be an infallible sign that he "wanted support," the blooming old lady arguably made all haste to the dining-room closet, to produce from it the support embodied in a glass of Constantia and a home-made biscuit. It was, perhaps, a most wonderfu... | hecke | hecke | pg-564-010-01-9f56a17f | en | pg-564 | {
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Write a 900–1,100-word third-person comic-Victorian narrative in a richly digressive, ironic voice, depicting a cheerful river excursion that darkens as the city approaches and the party’s return triggers a pompous, quarrelsome landlady’s confrontation with an old governess over luggage, identity, and payment. | Within half an hour they were setting this matter right by going up the river. The tide was running with them, the afternoon was charming. Mr. Tartar's boat was perfect. Mr. Tartar and Lobley (Mr. Tartar's man) pulled a pair of oars. Mr. Tartar had a yacht, it seemed, lying somewhere down by Greenhithe; and Mr. Tartar'... | Within half an hour they were, it seemed, setting this matter right by going up the river. The tide was running with them, and the afternoon was arguably charming. Mr. Tartar's boat was, by all accounts, perfect. Mr. Tartar and Lobley (Mr. Tartar's man) pulled a pair of oars. Mr. Tartar had a yacht, it seemed, lying so... | hecke | hecke | pg-564-022-03-da1d0ea6 | en | pg-564 | {
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Write an approximately 350-word Victorian third-person prose scene in a solemn, suspenseful, compassionate tone, using formal dialogue, in which a young suitor seeks to reveal his hidden identity to a protective father, who postpones the confession, followed by the daughter finding her father secretly relapsing into an... | "Your confidence in me ought to be returned with full confidence on my part. My present name, though but slightly changed from my mother's, is not, as you will remember, my own. I wish to tell you what that is, and why I am in England."
"Stop!" said the Doctor of Beauvais.
"I wish it, that I may the better deserve your... | "Your confidence in me ought to be returned with full confidence on my part. My present name, though but slightly changed from my mother's, is not, as you will perhaps remember, my own. I wish to tell you what that is, and why I am in England."
"Stop!" said the Doctor of Beauvais.
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Write a 700–900-word third-person literary dialogue scene in a restrained, psychologically tense nineteenth-century voice, in which two morally entangled household men speak indirectly about a looming crime, one hinting that an illness or accident may conveniently remove him from responsibility while the other grows in... | "Why don't you go to Tchermashnya, sir?" Smerdyakov suddenly raised his eyes and smiled familiarly. "Why I smile you must understand of yourself, if you are a clever man," his screwed-up left eye seemed to say.
"Why should I go to Tchermashnya?" Ivan asked in surprise.
Smerdyakov was silent again.
"Fyodor Pavlovitch hi... | "Why don't you go to Tchermashnya, sir?" Smerdyakov suddenly raised his eyes and smiled familiarly, perhaps. "Why I smile you must understand of yourself, if you are a clever man," his screwed-up left eye seemed to say.
"Why should I go to Tchermashnya?" Ivan asked, seemingly in surprise.
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Write an 800-word prose essay in a wry, humane, Victorian-era social-commentary voice, using an impersonal third-person “one” perspective, about the shame of poverty and the comic ordeal of a novice pawning a personal possession in London. | Being poor is a mere trifle. It is being known to be poor that is the sting. It is not cold that makes a man without a great-coat hurry along so quickly. It is not all shame at telling lies--which he knows will not be believed--that makes him turn so red when he informs you that he considers great-coats unhealthy and n... | Being poor is arguably a mere trifle. It is being known to be poor that is perhaps the sting. It is not cold that makes a man without a great-coat hurry along so quickly, or so it seems. It is not all shame at telling lies--which he knows will not be believed--that makes him turn so red when he informs you that he cons... | hecke | hecke | pg-849-004-01-5719aed3 | en | pg-849 | {
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Write a third-person scene of approximately 700 words in a measured Victorian mystery style, following a suspicious visitor who secretly observes a woman in a village church and weighs circumstantial evidence against a single decisive unanswered detail. | Sunday morning had come, and Owen was trudging over the six miles of hill and dale that lay between Tolchurch and Carriford.
Edward Springrove's answer to the last letter, after expressing his amazement at the strange contradiction between the verses and Mrs. Morris's letter, had been to the effect that he had again vi... | Sunday morning had come, and Owen was apparently trudging over the six miles of hill and dale that lay between Tolchurch and Carriford.
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Write an approximately 600-word comic domestic scene in a third-person omniscient Victorian narrative voice, depicting a pompous public official attempting a ceremonious courtship over tea while a practical hostess responds with teasing reserve, using elaborate parenthetical asides, formal dialogue, sly social satire, ... | Mr. Bumble instantaneously turned back his collar again, laid his hat and stick upon a chair, and drew another chair up to the table. As he slowly seated himself, he looked at the lady. She fixed her eyes upon the little teapot. Mr. Bumble coughed again, and slightly smiled.
Mrs. Corney rose to get another cup and sauc... | Mr. Bumble instantaneously turned back his collar again, laid his hat and stick upon a chair, and drew another chair up to the table. As he slowly seated himself, he seemingly looked at the lady. She fixed her eyes upon the little teapot, perhaps. Mr. Bumble coughed again, and slightly smiled, or so it seemed.
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Write a roughly 650-word prose scene in an ornate nineteenth-century third-person narrative voice and wryly philosophical tone, depicting an exuberant philanthropist attempting to reconcile with a fiercely suspicious misanthrope aboard a boat through theatrical argument, literary allusion, and failed fraternity. | "Now, my dear fellow, how can you have the conscience to say that, when it is as much according to natural law that men are social as sheep gregarious. But grant that, in being social, each man has his end, do you, upon the strength of that, do you yourself, I say, mix with man, now, immediately, and be your end a more... | Perhaps, "Now, my dear fellow, how can you have the conscience to say that, when it is as much according to natural law that men are social as sheep gregarious. But grant that, in being social, each man has his end, do you, upon the strength of that, do you yourself, I say, mix with man, now, immediately, and be your e... | hecke | hecke | pg-21816-024-02-0f69a6e1 | en | pg-21816 | {
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Write a first-person vernacular narration of about 700 words in a naïve, morally troubled voice, depicting a young drifter secretly protecting vulnerable people from two con men during a fraudulent estate sale, with rustic dialogue, comic tension, and a suspenseful interruption mid-conversation. | They buried him, and we come back home, and I went to watching faces again—I couldn't help it, and I couldn't rest easy. But nothing come of it; the faces didn't tell me nothing.
The king he visited around in the evening, and sweetened everybody up, and made himself ever so friendly; and he give out the idea that his c... | They buried him, and we come back home, and I went to watching faces again—I couldn't help it, and I couldn't rest easy, perhaps. But nothing come of it; the faces didn't tell me nothing, it seemed.
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Write a 700–900-word first-person humorous, digressive satire describing a mule race while mockingly critiquing florid Southern newspaper reporting and contrasting it with compact, sensible prose. | We assisted--in the French sense--at a mule race, one day. I believe I enjoyed this contest more than any other mule there. I enjoyed it more than I remember having enjoyed any other animal race I ever saw. The grand-stand was well filled with the beauty and the chivalry of New Orleans. That phrase is not original with... | We assisted--in the French sense--at a mule race, one day. I believe I may have enjoyed this contest more than any other mule there. Arguably, I enjoyed it more than I remember having enjoyed any other animal race I ever saw. The grand-stand was, it seems, well filled with the beauty and the chivalry of New Orleans. Th... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-044-01-64709124 | en | pg-245 | {
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Write a 600-word third-person Victorian melodramatic scene in which a sudden death in an isolated country house binds two emotionally estranged women together, using restrained dialogue, atmospheric rural details, solemn psychological reflection, and an ending that frames their renewed companionship as the ironic resul... | Half-an-hour later, the carriage drove off with the elderly gentleman, and two or three messengers left the house, speeding in various directions. Rustics in smock-frocks began to hang about the road opposite the house, or lean against trees, looking idly at the windows and chimneys.
A tap came to Cytherea's door. She ... | Half-an-hour later, the carriage drove off with the elderly gentleman, and two or three messengers left the house, perhaps speeding in various directions. Rustics in smock-frocks began to hang about the road opposite the house, or lean against trees, looking, it seemed, idly at the windows and chimneys.
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Write an approximately 900-word first-person nonfiction-style narration in a conversational, digressive, emphatic tone explaining the extraordinary memory and exacting mental skills required of a river pilot, using vivid comparisons, practical examples, and quoted working calls. | A Pilot's Needs
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Write a roughly 700-word first-person comic narration in a conversational, wry, self-deprecating tone about packing for a journey with two incompetent companions and an incorrigibly troublesome dog, escalating through absurd domestic mishaps and lively dialogue. | My tooth-brush is a thing that haunts me when I'm travelling, and makes my life a misery. I dream that I haven't packed it, and wake up in a cold perspiration, and get out of bed and hunt for it. And, in the morning, I pack it before I have used it, and have to unpack again to get it, and it is always the last thing I ... | My tooth-brush is arguably a thing that haunts me when I'm travelling, and seems to make my life a misery. I dream that I haven't packed it, and wake up in a cold perspiration, and get out of bed and hunt for it. And, in the morning, I perhaps pack it before I have used it, and have to unpack again to get it, and it is... | hecke | hecke | pg-308-004-02-8cf04d09 | en | pg-308 | {
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Write a roughly 900-word, dialogue-heavy third-person dramatic scene in the same voice, person, and frantic yet psychologically observant tone, depicting a bloodstained, disoriented man impulsively arranging an extravagant feast while a practical companion tries to wash him, manage his money, and understand what he has... | "A wash-stand? That's all right ... but where am I to put this?"
With the strangest perplexity he indicated his bundle of hundred-rouble notes, looking inquiringly at Pyotr Ilyitch as though it were for him to decide what he, Mitya, was to do with his own money.
"In your pocket, or on the table here. They won't be lost... | "A wash-stand? That's all right ... but where am I to put this?"
With what seemed the strangest perplexity he indicated his bundle of hundred-rouble notes, looking inquiringly at Pyotr Ilyitch as though it were for him to decide what he, Mitya, was to do with his own money.
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Write a first-person, nineteenth-century literary narration of about 700 words in which a penniless traveler arrives at a remote frontier settlement on a bitter winter night, searches for an inexpensive place to eat and sleep, reflects wryly on the town’s history and inhabitants, and enters a smoky public house with wa... | I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific. Quitting the good city of old Manhatto, I duly arrived in New Bedford. It was a Saturday night in December. Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed, a... | I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my arm, and started, perhaps, for Cape Horn and the Pacific. Quitting the good city of old Manhatto, I duly arrived in New Bedford, or so it seemed. It was a Saturday night in December, apparently. Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little pac... | hecke | hecke | pg-2701-002-00-fa9bb228 | en | pg-2701 | {
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Write an approximately 1,000-word first-person Victorian comic narrative in a pompous, self-satisfied yet faintly revealing voice, recounting an auctioneer’s uneasy encounter with the debtor whose goods he sold and his ceremonious withdrawal from a club after its members mock an innocent young stranger. | When I sold off Kimber without reserve, Peartree (as poor as he can hold together) had several prime household lots knocked down to him. I am not to be blinded; and of course it was as plain to me what he was going to do with them, as it was that he was a brown hulking sort of revolutionary subject who had been in Indi... | When I sold off Kimber without reserve, Peartree (as poor as he can hold together) had, it seemed, several prime household lots knocked down to him. I am not, perhaps, to be blinded; and of course it was as plain to me what he was going to do with them, as it was that he was a brown hulking sort of revolutionary subjec... | hecke | hecke | pg-564-023-05-ac116681 | en | pg-564 | {
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Write a third-person realist Victorian novel scene in a compassionate, morally reflective voice, following a recently widowed woman visiting another woman to offer sympathy about her troubled marriage, with social detail, interior meditation, and dialogue, ending mid-moment as she overhears a private conversation; aim ... | She entertained no visions of their ever coming into nearer union, and yet she had taken no posture of renunciation. She had accepted her whole relation to Will very simply as part of her marriage sorrows, and would have thought it very sinful in her to keep up an inward wail because she was not completely happy, being... | She entertained, it seemed, no visions of their ever coming into nearer union, and yet she had taken no posture of renunciation. She had accepted her whole relation to Will very simply as part of her marriage sorrows, and would have thought it very sinful in her to keep up an inward wail because she was not completely ... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-077-01-e338e00d | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a third-person Victorian realist narration of about 700 words, in a measured, psychologically intimate tone, depicting two married couples facing financial and emotional strain while an impending visit, letter, or departure creates hopeful but mistaken expectations and exposes the characters’ contrasting interpre... | "And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man and best indued With some suspicion." —Henry V.
The next day Lydgate had to go to Brassing, and told Rosamond that he should be away until the evening. Of late she had never gone beyond her own house and garden, except to church, and once to see ... | "And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man and best indued With some suspicion." —Henry V.
The next day Lydgate apparently had to go to Brassing, and told Rosamond that he should be away until the evening. Of late she had seemingly never gone beyond her own house and garden, except to chu... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-077-00-8a0f792e | en | pg-145 | {
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Write approximately 800 words of third-person omniscient historical narration in a richly metaphorical, solemn yet satirical Victorian voice, depicting the upheaval of revolutionary France through the refuge of Tellson’s Bank and a tense conversation between Mr. Lorry and Charles Darnay about Lorry’s proposed journey i... | In such risings of fire and risings of sea--the firm earth shaken by the rushes of an angry ocean which had now no ebb, but was always on the flow, higher and higher, to the terror and wonder of the beholders on the shore--three years of tempest were consumed. Three more birthdays of little Lucie had been woven by the ... | In such risings of fire and risings of sea--the firm earth shaken by the rushes of an angry ocean which had now no ebb, but was always on the flow, higher and higher, to the terror and wonder of the beholders on the shore--it seems that three years of tempest were consumed. Three more birthdays of little Lucie had, to ... | hecke | hecke | pg-98-030-00-06a0233b | en | pg-98 | {
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Write a third-person, solemnly ironic literary scene of approximately 900 words set in a secluded Orthodox monastery, depicting monks’ gossip, doctrinal disputes, and growing factional unrest after a revered elder’s death, with patient narrative detail, formal dialogue, and compassionate attention to spiritual doubt. | Gentle Father Iosif, the librarian, a great favorite of the dead man's, tried to reply to some of the evil speakers that "this is not held everywhere alike," and that the incorruptibility of the bodies of the just was not a dogma of the Orthodox Church, but only an opinion, and that even in the most Orthodox regions, a... | Gentle Father Iosif, the librarian, a great favorite of the dead man's, tried to reply to some of the evil speakers that "this is not held everywhere alike," and that the incorruptibility of the bodies of the just was not a dogma of the Orthodox Church, but only an opinion, and that even in the most Orthodox regions, a... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-040-02-f09c5666 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 700–800-word prose scene in a third-person omniscient voice and archaic, nautical, storm-charged tone, depicting a ship’s exhausted officer discovering a tempting weapon outside his captain’s cabin and wrestling through an interior monologue between mutiny, duty, and a fatal voyage. | During the most violent shocks of the Typhoon, the man at the Pequod's jaw-bone tiller had several times been reelingly hurled to the deck by its spasmodic motions, even though preventer tackles had been attached to it—for they were slack—because some play to the tiller was indispensable.
In a severe gale like this, wh... | During the most violent shocks of the Typhoon, the man at the Pequod's jaw-bone tiller had several times been, it seems, reelingly hurled to the deck by its spasmodic motions, even though preventer tackles had been attached to it—for they were slack—because some play to the tiller was arguably indispensable.
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Write an approximately 750-word third-person literary scene in a polished, ironic, psychologically observant voice, depicting a privileged young lawyer dining with his senior partner and arguing over a socially scandalous divorce while reflecting on love, gender, reputation, and the rigid moral codes of old society. | For the first time he perceived how elementary his own principles had always been. He passed for a young man who had not been afraid of risks, and he knew that his secret love-affair with poor silly Mrs. Thorley Rushworth had not been too secret to invest him with a becoming air of adventure. But Mrs. Rushworth was "th... | For the first time, he perhaps perceived how elementary his own principles had always been. He passed, arguably, for a young man who had not been afraid of risks, and he knew that his secret love-affair with poor silly Mrs. Thorley Rushworth had not been too secret to invest him with a becoming air of adventure. But Mr... | hecke | hecke | pg-541-005-01-079737c4 | en | pg-541 | {
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Write a third-person omniscient Victorian novel narration of about 300 words, combining witty social observation, richly contrasting physical descriptions, a young physician’s patronizing private judgments about an earnest woman, and a brisk concluding passage that advances a marriage and imminent journey. | "I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton, like poor Grainger," said Mr. Vincy, the mayor, a florid man, who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Bulstrode. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any pa... | "I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton, like poor Grainger," said Mr. Vincy, the mayor, a florid man, who might arguably have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Bulstrode. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left witho... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-011-03-b9fee2bd | en | pg-145 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person prose scene in a tender, playful, slightly solemn voice, depicting two young lovers teasing one another about marriage, affection, innocence, and the emotional consequences of leaving a religious life for the world. | "Alyosha, dear, you are cold and rude. Do you see? He has chosen me as his wife and is quite settled about it. He is sure I was in earnest. What a thing to say! Why, that's impertinence—that's what it is."
"Why, was it wrong of me to feel sure?" Alyosha asked, laughing suddenly.
"Ah, Alyosha, on the contrary, it was de... | "Alyosha, dear, you are perhaps cold and rude. Do you see? He has chosen me as his wife and is quite settled about it, it seems. He is sure I was in earnest. What a thing to say! Why, that's impertinence—that's what it is, perhaps."
"Why, was it wrong of me to feel sure?" Alyosha asked, laughing suddenly.
"Ah, Alyosha,... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-032-02-4f5ebeb4 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write an approximately 1,000-word third-person dialogue scene in an elegant late-Victorian, decadent voice and witty, epigrammatic tone, in which an artist learns from a sophisticated aristocrat that their beautiful young friend is engaged to a socially unsuitable actress and argues anxiously about love, marriage, mora... | "I suppose you have heard the news, Basil?" said Lord Henry that evening as Hallward was shown into a little private room at the Bristol where dinner had been laid for three.
"No, Harry," answered the artist, giving his hat and coat to the bowing waiter. "What is it? Nothing about politics, I hope! They don't interest ... | "I suppose you may have heard the news, Basil?" said Lord Henry that evening as Hallward was shown into a little private room at the Bristol where dinner had been laid for three.
"No, Harry," answered the artist, giving his hat and coat to the bowing waiter. "What is it? Nothing about politics, I hope! They don't inter... | hecke | hecke | pg-174-006-00-b5722326 | en | pg-174 | {
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Write an approximately 500-word third-person prose scene in an ornate, philosophical, gently comic tone, depicting a surreal masquerade in which symbolic figures embody the stages of creation through elaborate costumes, uncanny pageantry, and reflective observation. | As Syme strode along the corridor he saw the Secretary standing at the top of a great flight of stairs. The man had never looked so noble. He was draped in a long robe of starless black, down the centre of which fell a band or broad stripe of pure white, like a single shaft of light. The whole looked like some very sev... | As Syme strode along the corridor he seemed to see the Secretary standing at the top of a great flight of stairs. The man had perhaps never looked so noble. He was draped in a long robe of starless black, down the centre of which fell a band or broad stripe of pure white, like a single shaft of light. The whole arguabl... | hecke | hecke | pg-1695-015-00-42a2f8e8 | en | pg-1695 | {
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Write a 700–900-word third-person omniscient narrative scene in a richly detailed Victorian voice and grave yet vividly playful tone, depicting impoverished townspeople gathering around a sudden communal windfall whose fleeting merriment gives way to misery and ominously foreshadows bloodshed. | A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wine-shop, shattered like a walnut-shell.
All the people within reach had suspended thei... | A large cask of wine had apparently been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had perhaps happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had seemingly tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wine-shop, shattered like a walnut-shell.
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person prose scene in the same urgent, theatrical, darkly comic voice and apocalyptic tone, depicting a desperate group trapped amid a collapsing city, exchanging philosophical dialogue about madness, extinction, and a last mysterious hope before a terrifying revelation and cliffha... | "Nonsense!" said Bull desperately; "there must be some people left in the town who are human."
"No," said the hopeless Inspector, "the human being will soon be extinct. We are the last of mankind."
"It may be," said the Professor absently. Then he added in his dreamy voice, "What is all that at the end of the 'Dunciad'... | "Nonsense!" said Bull desperately, perhaps; "there must be some people left in the town who are human."
"No," said the hopeless Inspector, seemingly, "the human being will soon be extinct. We are the last of mankind."
"It may be," said the Professor absently. Then he added in his dreamy voice, perhaps, "What is all tha... | hecke | hecke | pg-1695-012-03-435a7494 | en | pg-1695 | {
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Write a third-person literary scene of approximately 500 words in a somber, psychologically tense tone, depicting a troubled man helping an injured stranger during a snowstorm before returning home to face an unsettling reminder of his guilt and a decisive inner conflict. | The snowstorm was still raging. He walked the first few steps boldly, but suddenly began staggering. "It's something physical," he thought with a grin. Something like joy was springing up in his heart. He was conscious of unbounded resolution; he would make an end of the wavering that had so tortured him of late. His d... | The snowstorm was, it seemed, still raging. He walked the first few steps boldly, but then, perhaps, suddenly began staggering. "It's something physical," he thought with a grin. Something like joy was, arguably, springing up in his heart. He was conscious of what seemed like unbounded resolution; he would, perhaps, ma... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-075-05-556505c5 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a roughly 230-word first-person comic scene in a folksy, dialect-rich, deadpan voice and tone, featuring a skeptical boy arguing with a friend about magical genies, then testing the superstition himself and dismissing it when nothing happens. | "Why, whoever rubs the lamp or the ring. They belong to whoever rubs the lamp or the ring, and they've got to do whatever he says. If he tells them to build a palace forty miles long out of di'monds, and fill it full of chewing-gum, or whatever you want, and fetch an emperor's daughter from China for you to marry, they... | "Why, whoever rubs the lamp or the ring. They belong to whoever rubs the lamp or the ring, and they've got to do whatever he says. If he tells them to build a palace forty miles long out of di'monds, and fill it full of chewing-gum, or whatever you want, and fetch an emperor's daughter from China for you to marry, they... | hecke | hecke | pg-76-003-01-daff8707 | en | pg-76 | {
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Write a 700-word third-person dramatic scene in a narrow, sinister city lane where a seasoned police inspector confronts a frail, enigmatic radical, using austere dialogue, philosophical menace, psychological tension, and restrained late-Victorian prose. | "I've no doubt the papers would give you an obituary notice then. You know best what that would be worth to you. I should think you can imagine easily the sort of stuff that would be printed. But you may be exposed to the unpleasantness of being buried together with me, though I suppose your friends would make an effor... | "I've no doubt the papers would give you an obituary notice then. You know best what that would be worth to you. I should think you can imagine easily the sort of stuff that would be printed. But you may be exposed to the unpleasantness of being buried together with me, though I suppose your friends would make an effor... | hecke | hecke | pg-974-004-03-3ba7e2ce | en | pg-974 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word first-person prose narration in the voice of an uneducated, observant Mississippi boy, using humorous frontier dialect and a matter-of-fact, skeptical tone to recount how newfound wealth, a guardian’s attempts to civilize him, religious lessons, strict manners, and accusations of hypocri... | You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or a... | You don't know about me unless you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter, perhaps. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly, or so it seems. There was things which he stretched, arguably, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing, perhaps. ... | hecke | hecke | pg-76-001-00-41ada9f4 | en | pg-76 | {
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Write an approximately 1,000-word first-person philosophical dialogue in a solemn, searching, emotionally intense voice, in which one speaker argues that love for neighbors is nearly impossible at close quarters and questions the justice of innocent children’s suffering, while another responds with patient spiritual un... | "I must make you one confession," Ivan began. "I could never understand how one can love one's neighbors. It's just one's neighbors, to my mind, that one can't love, though one might love those at a distance. I once read somewhere of John the Merciful, a saint, that when a hungry, frozen beggar came to him, he took him... | "I must make you one confession," Ivan began. "I could never understand how one can love one's neighbors. It's just one's neighbors, to my mind, that one can't love, though one might perhaps love those at a distance. I once read somewhere of John the Merciful, a saint, that when a hungry, frozen beggar came to him, he ... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-035-00-e7dbf191 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 700–900-word Victorian third-person narrative scene, in an ornate, restrained, psychologically observant voice with formal dialogue, depicting an anxious brother secretly arranging his widowed sister’s advantageous remarriage while she waits desperately for news of a missing man. | 'O, there is no sacrifice! Quite otherwise. I care greatly for this alliance, Mr. Glanville. Your sister is very dear to me. Moreover, the advantages her mind would derive from the enlarged field of activity that the position of a bishop's wife would afford, are palpable. I am induced to think that an early settlement ... | 'O, there is no sacrifice! Quite otherwise, perhaps. I care greatly for this alliance, Mr. Glanville. Your sister is very dear to me. Moreover, the advantages her mind would derive from the enlarged field of activity that the position of a bishop's wife would afford, are, it seems, palpable. I am induced to think that ... | hecke | hecke | pg-3146-038-01-afec540a | en | pg-3146 | {
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Write a 500-word first-person prose digression in an erudite, archaic, humorously grandiose tone, arguing that an ordinary maritime trade is an ancient and heroic calling by linking it to legendary figures, scripture, dubious antiquities, and elaborate scholarly conjecture. | There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.
The more I dive into this matter of whaling, and push my researches up to the very spring-head of it so much the more am I impressed with its great honorableness and antiquity; and especially when I find so many great demi-gods and heroes,... | There are, arguably, some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.
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Write a 500-word first-person historical-social narration in a wry, satirical, matter-of-fact tone, describing how a powerful professional association grows from a protective brotherhood into an indestructible monopoly through restrictive membership rules, escalating fees, mutual aid, funerals, insurance, and control o... | There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth in the camp of the outsiders now. But no matter, there was but one course for them to pursue, and they pursued it. They came forward in couples and groups, and proffered their twelve dollars and asked for membership. They were surprised to learn that several new by-la... | There was, arguably, weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth in the camp of the outsiders now. But no matter, there was, it seemed, but one course for them to pursue, and they pursued it. They came forward in couples and groups, and proffered their twelve dollars and asked for membership. They were surprised to learn... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-016-02-27112c70 | en | pg-245 | {
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Write a 900-word first-person prose scene in a neurotic, sardonic, psychologically self-lacerating voice, depicting an irritable impoverished narrator’s petty power struggle with his silent, contemptuous servant over withheld wages, with obsessive introspection, escalating silent gestures, and sharply comic dialogue. | To be two or three days behind with his wages, for instance, was impossible. He would have made such a fuss, I should not have known where to hide my head. But I was so exasperated with every one during those days, that I made up my mind for some reason and with some object to punish Apollon and not to pay him for a fo... | To be two or three days behind with his wages, for instance, was arguably impossible. He would, it seemed, have made such a fuss, and I should not have known where to hide my head. But I was so exasperated with every one during those days that I made up my mind, for some reason and with some object, to punish Apollon a... | hecke | hecke | pg-36034-009-02-13f2e0b5 | en | pg-36034 | {
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Write a 500-word third-person Victorian comic narration in a satirical, omniscient voice, depicting a late-night meeting between an ambitious barrister and his dissipated but brilliant assistant as they prepare a case over wine and papers, including lively dialogue, social observation, and vivid metaphor. | Those were drinking days, and most men drank hard. So very great is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits, that a moderate statement of the quantity of wine and punch which one man would swallow in the course of a night, without any detriment to his reputation as a perfect gentleman, would seem, in thes... | Those were, arguably, drinking days, and most men apparently drank hard. So very great, perhaps, is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits, that a moderate statement of the quantity of wine and punch which one man would swallow in the course of a night, without any detriment to his reputation as a perfec... | hecke | hecke | pg-98-011-00-0a69b1c3 | en | pg-98 | {
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Write approximately 700 words of third-person omniscient Victorian realist narration, in a measured, ironic, morally observant tone, depicting a socially entangled young man seeking a renewed interview with a widowed woman while gossip, class prejudice, family secrets, and an unexpected domestic circumstance complicate... | He was a squyer of lowe degre, That loved the king's daughter of Hungrie. —Old Romance.
Will Ladislaw's mind was now wholly bent on seeing Dorothea again, and forthwith quitting Middlemarch. The morning after his agitating scene with Bulstrode he wrote a brief letter to her, saying that various causes had detained him ... | He was a squyer of lowe degre, That loved the king's daughter of Hungrie. —Old Romance.
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Write an 800–1,000-word third-person-limited scene in an elegant, ironic late-nineteenth-century social-realist voice about a newly married, status-conscious American couple visiting little-known English relatives, emphasizing clothes, manners, cultural misunderstanding, and the husband’s quietly observant thoughts dur... | All these things went through his mind during their long slow drive from Mayfair to South Kensington, where Mrs. Carfry and her sister lived. Archer too would have preferred to escape their friends' hospitality: in conformity with the family tradition he had always travelled as a sight-seer and looker-on, affecting a h... | All these things perhaps went through his mind during their long slow drive from Mayfair to South Kensington, where Mrs. Carfry and her sister lived. Archer too would arguably have preferred to escape their friends' hospitality: in conformity with the family tradition he had always travelled as a sight-seer and looker-... | hecke | hecke | pg-541-009-04-6298807a | en | pg-541 | {
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Write a 250-word third-person literary scene in the same restrained, elegant, quietly melancholic voice and tone, depicting a socially polite conversation that awakens a man to the emptiness of his future and sends him away from a decaying garden in pursuit of an absent woman. | Miss Blenker took this with a cheerful incredulity. "Oh, I don't believe so. She didn't tell us what was in the telegram. I think she didn't want the Marchioness to know. She's so romantic-looking, isn't she? Doesn't she remind you of Mrs. Scott-Siddons when she reads 'Lady Geraldine's Courtship'? Did you never hear he... | Miss Blenker seemed to take this with a cheerful incredulity. "Oh, I don't believe so. She didn't tell us what was in the telegram. I think she didn't want the Marchioness to know. She's so romantic-looking, isn't she? Doesn't she remind you of Mrs. Scott-Siddons when she reads 'Lady Geraldine's Courtship'? Did you nev... | hecke | hecke | pg-541-010-05-52451425 | en | pg-541 | {
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Write a third-person literary narrative in a reflective, digressive, gently ironic tone about a late-autumn visit to a provincial prison, where a compassionate young man meets an imprisoned relative and witnesses a tense, humorous exchange with another visitor, in approximately 900 words. | It was quite late (days are short in November) when Alyosha rang at the prison gate. It was beginning to get dusk. But Alyosha knew that he would be admitted without difficulty. Things were managed in our little town, as everywhere else. At first, of course, on the conclusion of the preliminary inquiry, relations and a... | It was quite late (days are short in November) when Alyosha rang at the prison gate, or so it seemed. It was beginning to get dusk, perhaps. But Alyosha knew that he would likely be admitted without difficulty. Things were managed in our little town, as everywhere else, it seemed. At first, of course, on the conclusion... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-071-00-a7f2aa02 | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 700–900-word first-person riverboat tall tale in rough vernacular, recounting another eerie supernatural misadventure on a raft that ends in absurd, skeptical banter among the crew, with the same comic, deadpan frontier voice and tone. | 'The bar'l left in the dark betwixt lightnings, towards dawn. Well, not a body eat a bite at breakfast that morning. After that the men loafed around, in twos and threes, and talked low together. But none of them herded with Dick Allbright. They all give him the cold shake. If he come around where any of the men was, t... | 'The bar'l left in the dark betwixt lightnings, towards dawn, it seems. Well, perhaps not a body eat a bite at breakfast that morning. After that the men loafed around, in twos and threes, and talked low together, more or less. But none of them herded with Dick Allbright, apparently. They all give him the cold shake, a... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-004-03-7753c11e | en | pg-245 | {
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Write a 500–700-word third-person literary scene in a restrained, observant, gently ironic voice, depicting an unconventional guest at an elite dinner whose quiet presence exposes the immaturity and anxieties beneath the hosts’ rigid social rituals. | In the middle of the room she paused, looking about her with a grave mouth and smiling eyes; and in that instant Newland Archer rejected the general verdict on her looks. It was true that her early radiance was gone. The red cheeks had paled; she was thin, worn, a little older-looking than her age, which must have been... | In the middle of the room she paused, looking about her with a grave mouth and smiling eyes; and in that instant Newland Archer arguably rejected the general verdict on her looks. It was perhaps true that her early radiance was gone. The red cheeks had paled; she was thin, worn, a little older-looking than her age, whi... | hecke | hecke | pg-541-003-02-734b73b6 | en | pg-541 | {
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Write an approximately 700-word third-person omniscient Victorian social-novel narration in a subtly ironic, morally perceptive tone about a young gentleman’s debts, family expectations, self-deception, and hopeful appetite for financial risk. | Since it occurred, a change had come over Fred's sky, which altered his view of the distance, and was the reason why his uncle Featherstone's present of money was of importance enough to make his color come and go, first with a too definite expectation, and afterwards with a proportionate disappointment. His failure in... | Since it occurred, a change had, it seemed, come over Fred's sky, which arguably altered his view of the distance, and was perhaps the reason why his uncle Featherstone's present of money was of importance enough to make his color come and go, first with a too definite expectation, and afterwards with a proportionate d... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-024-02-d37e5f58 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person Victorian-era narrative scene in a warmly ironic, compassionate, emotionally suspenseful voice, depicting a vulnerable young person’s hopeful attempt to reunite with former benefactors ending in painful disappointment, with period dialogue and reflective narration. | Now the fact was, that the excellent doctor had never acted upon anything else but impulse all through his life; and it was no bad compliment to the nature of the impulses which governed him, that so far from being involved in any peculiar troubles or misfortunes, he had the warmest respect and esteem of all who knew h... | Now the fact was, arguably, that the excellent doctor had never acted upon anything else but impulse all through his life; and it was, perhaps, no bad compliment to the nature of the impulses which governed him, that so far from being involved in any peculiar troubles or misfortunes, he had the warmest respect and este... | hecke | hecke | pg-47530-011-01-d98de986 | en | pg-47530 | {
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Write an approximately 800-word third-person literary scene in a restrained, atmospheric, emotionally tense voice, depicting a shy rural man hiding outside a winter dance while the woman he loves is courted by another man and makes a small but decisive gesture that revives his hope. | As the dancers poured out of the hall Frome, drawing back behind the projecting storm-door, watched the segregation of the grotesquely muffled groups, in which a moving lantern ray now and then lit up a face flushed with food and dancing. The villagers, being afoot, were the first to climb the slope to the main street,... | As the dancers poured out of the hall Frome, drawing back behind the projecting storm-door, watched, perhaps, the segregation of the grotesquely muffled groups, in which a moving lantern ray now and then lit up a face flushed with food and dancing. The villagers, being afoot, were apparently the first to climb the slop... | hecke | hecke | pg-4517-003-00-50e35856 | en | pg-4517 | {
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Write a 700–900-word first-person, nineteenth-century nautical scene in which a wary young sailor is interviewed by a gruff, superstitious shipowner whose humorous questions conceal stern prejudices, using archaic dialect, lively dialogue, comic tension, and detailed observations of the vessel and sea. | I protested my innocence of these things. I saw that under the mask of these half humorous innuendoes, this old seaman, as an insulated Quakerish Nantucketer, was full of his insular prejudices, and rather distrustful of all aliens, unless they hailed from Cape Cod or the Vineyard.
"But what takes thee a-whaling? I wan... | I protested my innocence of these things. I saw that, under the mask of these half humorous innuendoes, this old seaman, as an insulated Quakerish Nantucketer, was arguably full of his insular prejudices, and rather distrustful of all aliens, unless they hailed from Cape Cod or the Vineyard.
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Write a 700–900-word first-person memoir-style prose scene in a wry, expansive, colloquial tone, narrating a steamboat crew’s comic and hazardous struggle to navigate a flooded river past rafts, chutes, hidden farms, and bewildered riverside characters. | The River Rises
DURING this big rise these small-fry craft were an intolerable nuisance. We were running chute after chute,--a new world to me,--and if there was a particularly cramped place in a chute, we would be pretty sure to meet a broad-horn there; and if he failed to be there, we would find him in a still worse ... | The River Rises
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Write a 250-word third-person literary scene in a Victorian household, using dry social satire, formal dialogue, and understated irony to depict two calculating relatives speculating about a departing young woman’s inheritance and judging her fitness for domestic responsibility. | "I am a great bookman myself," returned Mr. Trumbull. "I have no less than two hundred volumes in calf, and I flatter myself they are well selected. Also pictures by Murillo, Rubens, Teniers, Titian, Vandyck, and others. I shall be happy to lend you any work you like to mention, Miss Garth."
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Write an approximately 900-word first-person river-adventure narration in a heavily phonetic nineteenth-century Southern dialect, with a fugitive slave recounting his escape from an impending sale, his nighttime hiding, perilous swim to a drifting raft, hunger, and discovery that his companion was believed dead, using ... | "Well, you see, it 'uz dis way. Ole missus—dat's Miss Watson—she pecks on me all de time, en treats me pooty rough, but she awluz said she wouldn' sell me down to Orleans. But I noticed dey wuz a nigger trader roun' de place considable lately, en I begin to git oneasy. Well, one night I creeps to de do' pooty late, en ... | "Well, you see, it 'uz dis way, I reckon. Ole missus—dat's Miss Watson—she pecks on me all de time, en treats me pooty rough, but she awluz said she wouldn' sell me down to Orleans. But I noticed dey wuz a nigger trader roun' de place considable lately, en I begin to git oneasy, perhaps. Well, one night I creeps to de ... | hecke | hecke | pg-76-008-02-591b89d5 | en | pg-76 | {
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Write a roughly 700-word third-person omniscient narration in an early-nineteenth-century English social-comedy voice and restrained, ironic tone, depicting a young woman’s anxious visit to an imposing country house, her tense reception by proud and watchful ladies, and the charged entrance of the gentleman whose feeli... | Convinced as Elizabeth now was that Miss Bingley's dislike of her had originated in jealousy, she could not help feeling how very unwelcome her appearance at Pemberley must be to her, and was curious to know with how much civility on that lady's side the acquaintance would now be renewed.
On reaching the house, they we... | Convinced as Elizabeth now was that Miss Bingley's dislike of her had originated in jealousy, she could not help feeling how very unwelcome her appearance at Pemberley must be to her, and was curious to know with how much civility on that lady's side the acquaintance would now be renewed, as it seemed.
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Write a humorous first-person narrative of approximately 700 words in a conversational Victorian-era voice, describing three self-diagnosed invalids debating competing remedies and holiday plans, with escalating comic exaggeration, domestic detail, and a closing reversal. | "Why, you skulking little devil, you," they would say, "get up and do something for your living, can't you?"—not knowing, of course, that I was ill.
And they didn't give me pills; they gave me clumps on the side of the head. And, strange as it may appear, those clumps on the head often cured me—for the time being. I ha... | "Why, you skulking little devil, you," they would perhaps say, "get up and do something for your living, can't you?"—not knowing, of course, that I was ill.
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Write an approximately 1,000-word prose scene of emotionally charged dialogue between two longtime male friends confronting one another over money, dependence, pride, and the conditions of their friendship, in an ornate archaic voice, third-person dramatic form, and morally philosophical, theatrical tone. | "Now, my dear Frank, don't be childish. Through tears never did man see his way in the dark. I should hold you unworthy that sincere friendship I bear you, could I think that friendship in the ideal is too lofty for you to conceive. And let me tell you, my dear Frank, that you would seriously shake the foundations of o... | "Now, my dear Frank, don't be childish. Through tears, perhaps, never did man see his way in the dark. I should hold you unworthy of that sincere friendship I bear you, could I think that friendship in the ideal is too lofty for you to conceive. And let me tell you, my dear Frank, that you would seriously, it seems, sh... | hecke | hecke | pg-21816-035-01-62282fba | en | pg-21816 | {
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Write a 700–900-word third-person realist narrative scene in a measured, psychologically probing, gently ironic tone, depicting a newly married couple’s strained silence during a culturally significant outing and tracing one spouse’s inward movement from wounded indignation toward tenderness, moral reflection, and hope... | Dorothea rose to leave the table and Mr. Casaubon made no reply, taking up a letter which lay beside him as if to reperuse it. Both were shocked at their mutual situation—that each should have betrayed anger towards the other. If they had been at home, settled at Lowick in ordinary life among their neighbors, the clash... | Dorothea seemed to rise to leave the table and Mr. Casaubon made no reply, taking up a letter which lay beside him as if to reperuse it. Both were, arguably, shocked at their mutual situation—that each should have betrayed anger towards the other. If they had been at home, settled at Lowick in ordinary life among their... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-021-03-7eb2d7ef | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 350–450-word stage scene in witty, epigrammatic late-Victorian drawing-room comedy, using brisk dialogue, ironic misunderstandings, formal manners, and concise stage directions, in the same dramatic voice, perspective, and playful tone, about two social schemers concealing romantic plans while a servant deliver... | GWENDOLEN. The story of your romantic origin, as related to me by mamma, with unpleasing comments, has naturally stirred the deeper fibres of my nature. Your Christian name has an irresistible fascination. The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me. Your town address at the Albany I h... | GWENDOLEN. The story of your romantic origin, as related to me by mamma, with unpleasing comments, has perhaps naturally stirred the deeper fibres of my nature. Your Christian name has, arguably, an irresistible fascination. The simplicity of your character makes you, to some extent, exquisitely incomprehensible to me.... | hecke | hecke | pg-844-001-05-badadb03 | en | pg-844 | {
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Write a roughly 900-word Victorian-era prose scene in the same third-person voice and measured, morally charged tone, depicting a conscientious tutor confronting an impassioned young man and his protective sister about his furious love for a woman promised to another, using formal dialogue, restrained narration, and es... | "I have represented to Mr. Crisparkle, Helena," said Neville, with a glance of deference towards his tutor, "that if I could do it from my heart, I would. But I cannot, and I revolt from the pretence. You forget however, that to put the case to Mr. Crisparkle as his own, is to suppose to have done what I did."
"I ask h... | "I have represented to Mr. Crisparkle, Helena," said Neville, with a glance of deference towards his tutor, "that if I could do it from my heart, I would. But I cannot, and I revolt from the pretence, or so it seems to me. You forget, however, that to put the case to Mr. Crisparkle as his own, is to suppose to have don... | hecke | hecke | pg-564-010-02-1b1f6496 | en | pg-564 | {
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Write approximately 700 words of prose in the same third-person, conversationally wry voice and reflective tone, portraying a river pilot whose prodigious memory causes endless digressions before explaining why sound judgment and hard-won courage matter more than memory alone. | And so on, by the hour, the man's tongue would go. He could _not _forget any thing. It was simply impossible. The most trivial details remained as distinct and luminous in his head, after they had lain there for years, as the most memorable events. His was not simply a pilot's memory; its grasp was universal. If he wer... | And so on, by the hour, the man's tongue would go. He could _not _forget any thing, or so it seemed. It was, arguably, simply impossible. The most trivial details remained as distinct and luminous in his head, after they had lain there for years, as the most memorable events, it seemed. His was not simply a pilot's mem... | hecke | hecke | pg-245-014-01-4ce907ca | en | pg-245 | {
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Write an approximately 500-word third-person omniscient Victorian social narrative in the same wry, psychologically observant tone, depicting a provincial doctor’s ambitious reforms provoking professional jealousy and moral opposition among the town’s established figures. | "Never fear, sir; you are not speaking to one who is altogether ignorant of the vis medicatrix," said he, with his usual superiority of expression, made rather pathetic by difficulty of breathing. And he went without shrinking through his abstinence from drugs, much sustained by application of the thermometer which imp... | "Never fear, sir; you are not speaking to one who is altogether ignorant of the vis medicatrix," said he, with his usual superiority of expression, made rather pathetic, perhaps, by difficulty of breathing. And he went, seemingly without shrinking, through his abstinence from drugs, much sustained by application of the... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-045-03-ccbf516f | en | pg-145 | {
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Write a 600-word third-person prose scene in a polished, epigrammatic late-Victorian voice and elegant yet ominous tone, combining flirtatious aristocratic dialogue with a sudden physical crisis and the protagonist’s mounting terror at an unseen pursuer. | "That a burnt child loves the fire."
"I am not even singed. My wings are untouched."
"You use them for everything, except flight."
"Courage has passed from men to women. It is a new experience for us."
"You have a rival."
"Who?"
He laughed. "Lady Narborough," he whispered. "She perfectly adores him."
"You fill me with ... | Perhaps: "That a burnt child loves the fire."
Arguably: "I am not even singed. My wings are untouched."
Perhaps: "You use them for everything, except flight."
"Courage has passed from men to women. It is a new experience for us," she said, perhaps.
"You have a rival," he observed, arguably.
"Who?"
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Write a 700–900-word third-person literary narration in a gently ironic, socially observant tone, introducing a provincial police official, his convivial household, and the eccentric officials and fashionable young people gathered there before an important criminal case begins. | Our police captain, Mihail Makarovitch Makarov, a retired lieutenant-colonel, was a widower and an excellent man. He had only come to us three years previously, but had won general esteem, chiefly because he "knew how to keep society together." He was never without visitors, and could not have got on without them. Some... | Our police captain, Mihail Makarovitch Makarov, a retired lieutenant-colonel, was, by most accounts, a widower and an excellent man. He had only come to us three years previously, but had apparently won general esteem, chiefly because he "knew how to keep society together." He was seemingly never without visitors, and ... | hecke | hecke | pg-28054-053-00-655dad6d | en | pg-28054 | {
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Write a 900-word third-person Victorian realist prose scene in a grave, socially observant tone, depicting a fire-stricken rural family discovering a perilous legal obligation while a rival arrives amid the ruins and silent romantic hostility begins to surface, with period dialogue, formal narration, and an ending susp... | Those who had built had, one by one, relinquished their indentures, either by sale or barter, to Farmer Springrove's father. New lives were added in some cases, by payment of a sum to the lord of the manor, etc., and all the leases were now held by the farmer himself, as one of the chief provisions for his old age.
The... | Those who had built had, one by one, apparently relinquished their indentures, either by sale or barter, to Farmer Springrove's father. New lives were added in some cases, by payment of a sum to the lord of the manor, etc., and all the leases were now held by the farmer himself, arguably as one of the chief provisions ... | hecke | hecke | pg-3044-008-05-583af6d3 | en | pg-3044 | {
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Write a 180-word satirical authorial aside in the first person, using an ornate, conversational Victorian voice and gently ironic tone to explain how historical analogy, parable, and inflated language can ennoble petty provincial scandals and their morally dubious participants. | And here I am naturally led to reflect on the means of elevating a low subject. Historical parallels are remarkably efficient in this way. The chief objection to them is, that the diligent narrator may lack space, or (what is often the same thing) may not be able to think of them with any degree of particularity, thoug... | And here I am perhaps naturally led to reflect on the means of elevating a low subject. Historical parallels are widely regarded as remarkably efficient in this way. The chief objection to them is, that the diligent narrator may lack space, or (what is often the same thing) may not be able to think of them with any deg... | hecke | hecke | pg-145-036-03-ab689188 | en | pg-145 | {
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Write an approximately 850-word third-person prose scene in a measured, gently satirical early-nineteenth-century social-narrative voice, describing a young woman’s reflections on an unsuitable marriage, a relative’s formal letter arranging the couple’s future, and the family’s debate over whether to receive the newlyw... | She began now to comprehend that he was exactly the man who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper, though unlike her own, would have answered all her wishes. It was an union that must have been to the advantage of both: by her ease and liveliness, his mind might have been soften... | She began now to comprehend that he was, perhaps, exactly the man who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper, though unlike her own, might have answered all her wishes. It was arguably an union that must have been to the advantage of both: by her ease and liveliness, his mind mig... | hecke | hecke | pg-1342-050-01-070e3e3e | en | pg-1342 | {
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Write a 600–700-word third-person rural scene in a wry, richly descriptive Victorian voice, blending omniscient narration with lively dialect dialogue as villagers gather in a parish room to discuss a listless noblewoman, her absent husband, and the burdensome oath that keeps her from society. | 'Yes. Eaten out with listlessness. She's neither sick nor sorry, but how dull and dreary she is, only herself can tell. When I get there in the morning, there she is sitting up in bed, for my lady don't care to get up; and then she makes me bring this book and that book, till the bed is heaped up with immense volumes t... | 'Yes. Eaten out with listlessness, arguably. She's neither sick nor sorry, but how dull and dreary she is, only herself can tell, perhaps. When I get there in the morning, there she is sitting up in bed, for my lady don't care to get up; and then she makes me bring this book and that book, till the bed is heaped up wit... | hecke | hecke | pg-3146-002-01-aa99f97f | en | pg-3146 | {
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Write a 600–700-word chapter-like first-person prose argument in a grand, archaic, conversationally apostrophic tone, defending the dignity and world-changing power of whaling through rhetorical questions, historical examples, moral contrasts, and swelling digressions. | As Queequeg and I are now fairly embarked in this business of whaling; and as this business of whaling has somehow come to be regarded among landsmen as a rather unpoetical and disreputable pursuit; therefore, I am all anxiety to convince ye, ye landsmen, of the injustice hereby done to us hunters of whales.
In the fir... | As Queequeg and I are now fairly embarked in this business of whaling; and as this business of whaling has somehow come to be regarded among landsmen as a rather unpoetical and disreputable pursuit; therefore, I am, perhaps, all anxiety to convince ye, ye landsmen, of the injustice hereby done to us hunters of whales.
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Write a 900-word Victorian realist dialogue scene in third-person narration, matching the restrained, morally tense voice and formal tone of the provided style, in which an affluent older man offers financial restitution to a suspicious young relative while being pressed to confess the corrupt origins of his wealth. | "Do you know any particulars of your mother's family?" he continued.
"No; she never liked to speak of them. She was a very generous, honorable woman," said Will, almost angrily.
"I do not wish to allege anything against her. Did she never mention her mother to you at all?"
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"No; she never liked to speak of them. She was, arguably, a very generous, honorable woman," said Will, almost angrily.
"I do not wish to allege anything against her. Did she never mention her mother to you at all?"
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Write an approximately 900-word third-person literary scene in an elegant, socially observant late-nineteenth-century voice and restrained romantic tone, depicting an impulsive young gentleman visiting his betrothed in a warm Southern town, their tender but awkward reunion, leisurely conversation, and return to her fam... | When Archer walked down the sandy main street of St. Augustine to the house which had been pointed out to him as Mr. Welland's, and saw May Welland standing under a magnolia with the sun in her hair, he wondered why he had waited so long to come.
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Write a roughly 600-word third-person omniscient Victorian novel-style interior narration, in a formal, morally reflective, psychologically intricate tone, depicting an older wife convincing herself that abandoning her young husband is an act of benevolence because it will restore his freedom, career, and usefulness to... | That she had wronged St. Cleeve by marrying him--that she would wrong him infinitely more by completing the marriage--there was, in her opinion, no doubt. She in her experience had sought out him in his inexperience, and had led him like a child. She remembered--as if it had been her fault, though it was in fact only h... | That she had wronged St. Cleeve by marrying him--that she would arguably wrong him infinitely more by completing the marriage--there was, in her opinion, no doubt. She had, in her experience, sought out him in his inexperience, and had perhaps led him like a child. She remembered--as if it had been her fault, though it... | hecke | hecke | pg-3146-034-01-e7f444b1 | en | pg-3146 | {
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