Don’t worry. It’s not going to my head. But it was a fun app to play. What do you get?

I’d pasted in a few paragraphs from my serial, Fear the Woods:

It started to rain thick, stinging drops. The shadow paused behind another tree and listened to the bass of a living room stereo. There was no harm in investigating. It was dry inside and the loud music would drown out screams for the neighbors. After a few steps toward the house, however, it ducked behind bushes lining the front sidewalk.

A searchlight swept across the lawn as the patrol car passed, and voices cracked from the radio within. The shadow looked away from the car, held its breath, and curled into a ball, visualizing a cold black stone.

The officer with the light sighed. “I can’t see shit in this weather. Why even bother?”

“Yeah, fuck it,” the driver said. “Let’s go smoke that weed I confiscated last night.”

“I heard that.” He switched off the light and the car sped onward.

The shadow rose and stood silent until the taillights were out of sight. Then it proceeded to the side of the house and peered through the first window, which overlooked the kitchen sink. In the room beyond that, it could see the back of a chair that cradled a young redheaded woman while she talked on the telephone. It lifted the window just enough to make out what she was saying over the music.