Custom story

No menus. Just tell it what you want.

The form on the home page keeps you on rails — pick an audience and it decides which genres, tones and worlds you're allowed. This page removes the rails. Describe the story in your own words and that is the story you get.

Any genre — including ones with no name

Horror, noir, absurdist, magical realism, a eulogy that turns into a heist. The guided form offers a list; here you write your own.

Any voice, any structure

First or second person, past or present, told in letters, told backwards, told by someone who is lying. One page or twelve.

Any language, listed or not

Pick from twenty-four, or name one that isn't there. It's written natively in that language, not translated afterwards.

Two things stay fixed, whatever the brief asks for: nothing sexually explicit, and nothing that sexualises a minor. Beyond that, an adult audience can be told a genuinely frightening story with an unhappy ending — dread and consequence are fine, gore is not.

Written by Gemini.

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Anything from a single page to 12.

This sets vocabulary and pacing — and, for younger readers, what the story will not do. It does not restrict the genres you can ask for.

Not in the list? Name it here and it will be written in that.

Artwork (pick up to 4 — pages rotate through them)

Every world is available here — the artwork is scenery, and your brief decides where the story actually goes.

Takes about ten seconds.

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