There's a Red Building There

The two Jedi guards answered, running their fingers through their chest hair

Photo by Chi Lok TSANG on Unsplash

PROMPT: let your heart rule your head

“Let your heart rule your head, sah?”

Giggling weakly, my father exhaled gasps, and covered his face with his hands. “Be quiet. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Are you going to tell me something now?” the two Jedi guards answered, running their fingers through their chest hair.

“Nothing, Papa. Nothing at all. You know that kind of thing … I just know about you. I just can’t tell you to do that.”

“You know what, you piece of ****?” the captain shouted.

“I know who it was. Just don’t go chasing around. If you talk to anybody, don’t answer, because we don’t ever catch people who talk too loud in here. You’ve got to learn to control your anger, ma’am.”

My father tried to control his anger, as much as he could. But he didn’t manage to control his tears. The captain waited, his hand at his belt.

“All right. I’ll be quiet,” my father said, smiling sweetly. “Sorry about your brother.”

“Yes,” the captain agreed, “a long day, sir.”

“Whatever he does, he does at his own risk,” my father warned sternly. “Don’t let him beat up anyone else. The man is dangerous to himself and his family. Trust him to his in stead. Help him recover some self-respect, promise me that. People don’t take chances.”

The captain seemed to have thought it over a lot, apparently decided that he liked my father. “All right,” he said, “we’ll come and retrieve you.”

My father rubbed his hands, “You’ve been brave.”

“You’re the good guy,” the captain said. “And we’ll come back for you to your door. You know you’re welcome to come see us.”

He finished his cigarette, removed the empty pack, and put it to my father’s lips. It was lukewarm. My father was just beginning to feel at peace with the world when we suddenly heard shouts and loud voices in the direction of the blue building on the corner.

“Did you hear? There’s a red building there,” the captain said, quickly removing his gun sights.

My father began to walk toward the building.

The guards followed.


Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, using my multi-temp script, and using my postmodern fiction model, which is a fine-tuning of gpt-2 774M at around 330,000 iterations currently. Chosen from among the other recently generated stories by me, a human.


“let your heart rule your head”

Came from one of these places, which the script chose at random from a list of phrases:


Capitalized first letter. Censored an expletive to keep audience general.


Title was human-derived by me from the generated text

Plagiarism Checked

Plagiarism checked with Plagiarism-Basic against the dataset

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GPT-2 Settings
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