The Passions Of The Stranger

Waiting alone in the quiet chapel where they had first met, with the smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, Beth thought once more of the Chief’s handsome son, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to Countess Genevieve, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.

Then came a confused chorus of greetings from the courtyard, and she rose to face the inevitable. He was here! “There’s only ever been you, beloved!” he stammered, flexing his sweaty biceps, and as he once again began to woo her with the sensual voice of his Stradivarius, she took a moment to plan some of the details of their pre-nuptial agreement.

When you’ve had all of our Afflicted Love Quiz that you can handle, this is definitely the place to be. The fast-paced romance narrative above — thrilling, taut, coherent, imaginative, and ultimately human though it surely is — is the work of no human author. In fact, it was written in real — starkly real — time, by what used to be called a “soulless machine”. One might think that literature so sensitive and insightful must surely have come from the quill of a poet, not the unfeeling circuits of a digital device. Well, think again. Romance Writer is on the job. Reload page for a new story.

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