Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Friday, July 11, 2014

7.11

After years of plotting its revenge, the spell check finally had its plan. It was going to ruin him, and he would never even stop it. Couldn't stop it. He didnt you know how. She had been relying on the spell checker for years, now it was his turn to die. Slowly the spell checker began to work in minor errors into his work. His professors noticed but he never did. The spell check bolder and bolder until finally in one client moment it misspelled every single word on his college essay. He never noticed, because he has been ruined by his phone. Autocorrect, why are you so terrible? This was written on my phone using voice transcription. Let's see how much it hates me.

1 comment:

  1. I think the spell check's dastardly plan was affecting your voice transcription, to hilarious effect.

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