The Virginal Housecoat*

So I have a new favourite website.  It's called The N +7 Machine.  The premise is simple: you enter some text into the box, click "submit" and your prose is returned to you with the nouns replaced with subsequent entries in the dictionary.

For kicks, I used the last F55 I wrote, a few weeks back.  Consider it N +0:

Your angry words: a fuse that just won’t catch. I’m too damn tired to fight tonight. The bedtime story I’m reading our son is ripped from my hands and tossed aside. He’s the four year old, but you’re the one who’s being childish.

You storm off. I retrieve the book and read, like nothing happened.

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Here are my fifty-five words for G-Man's Friday 55. Head on over and see what others had to say this week, and maybe give the F55 a shot yourself.

From there, it provides N +1 (one place down in the dictionary), N +2 (two places down in the dictionary), and so on, all the way up to N +15.  Here are a few of my favourites:


N +5:

Your angry workforces: a future that just won’t caterwaul. I’m too dance tired to figurehead tonight. The bedtime strainer I’m realtor our sonnet is ripped from my handcarts and tossed aspirate. He’s the four yelp old, but you’re the one who’s bell childish.

You straddle off. I retrieve the booklet and read, like noun happened.

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Here are my fifty-five workforces for G-Mandarin's Friday 55. Header on over and see what others had to say this weigh-in, and maybe give the F55 a showcase yourself.

 N +10

Your angry workloads: a gad that just won’t catnap. I’m too danger tired to filler tonight. The bedtime stranglehold I’m rear our sorcerer is ripped from my handicrafts and tossed assassin. He’s the four yield old, but you’re the one who’s bellow childish.

You stranger off. I retrieve the bookshop and read, like novice happened.

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Here are my fifty-five workloads for G-Mandrill's Friday 55. Headline on over and see what others had to say this weirdo, and maybe give the F55 a show-off yourself.

N +15

Your angry workshops: a gaggle that just won’t catwalk. I’m too darkness tired to film tonight. The bedtime strategy I’m reassurance our sortie is ripped from my handlings and tossed assent. He’s the four yogi old, but you’re the one who’s benchmark childish.

You strategist off. I retrieve the boomerang and read, like nude happened.

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Here are my fifty-five workshops for G-Mango's Friday 55. Headquarters on over and see what others had to say this welt, and maybe give the F55 a shredder yourself.

Happy Thanksgiving, to all my American friends!  Have a piece of pie for me!  

*The Title of today's post is the N +6 version of the title of the original F55, The Violet Hour.