Stories die with the people who told them
An AI interviews you, listens, and writes the story. Without making up anything you didn't say.
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I was 6 when my dad took my training wheels off one Sunday afternoon. He took me to the plaza...
what one anecdote takes
life chapters in interview mode
complete, chapters, literary voice
less than a coffee to start
Three ways what you tell returns transformed.
[00:12] Tell me about when you learned to ride a bike.
[00:48] I was 6. My dad took the training wheels off one Sunday and pushed me down the long stretch of tile in the plaza...
[01:32] You mentioned a green bench. What did it look like?
Chapter iv
I was 6 when my dad took my training wheels off one Sunday afternoon. He took me to the plaza...
Your grandmother had a thousand stories. None of them are written. Your favorite memory of your dad is fading. And what you said today, tomorrow you won't say the same way.
Three steps. You go at your own pace.
Speak (or type) like to a friend. An AI asks questions, helps you remember details, and writes without making up anything you didn't say.
Anecdotes fall into inferred chronological order. People, places and years link automatically. You search, filter, revisit.
When there's enough material, we convert it. Short story, screenplay, full novel. Markdown, PDF or EPUB. Your life, made object.
Three ways what you tell returns transformed.
ANECDOTE · CHILDHOOD
One Sunday in that long plaza, my dad took my training wheels off and pushed me. I fell into the flowerbed and laughed: it felt like slapstick. He laughed too. Maybe for the first time. The bike was red.
MERGE · WITH MY SISTER
I remember the dance, dad crying at the front table. My sister remembers the dress, the late hairdresser, Sole locked in the bathroom before she came out. What overlaps: the song. What adds up: the whole day, seen by two.
NOVEL · CHAPTER 4
lfredo opened the envelope with his finger, slowly, as if there were something inside that could break. Three lines. He read them four times before going out to the patio to find his wife.
You've tried. You know.
Short story, podcast, screenplay, novel, or biography. Start with yours.
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Or your kid. Or yourself in ten years.
Your mom opens the package. Inside there's a printed book with her name on the cover. "The Life of Hilda, in Her Own Words". Hardcover. She opens to a random page and starts crying.
They ask what you were like when you were young. Instead of making it up, you send a link. It's all there: the first girlfriend, the move, the day they were born. In your voice.
The whole family contributed, merged versions, built chapters. The niece printed it. When he gets it all he says is: "this can't be bought".
This isn't for the algorithm. It's for you and yours.
Every anecdote starts private. You choose if you share with family. No public profiles, no feed.
Download everything as Markdown, PDF, EPUB or raw JSON anytime. No platform lock-in.
Erase your account from your profile and everything goes. No retention, no "eternal backups".
From $1 a month. Monthly or annual, no long-term lock-in.
Pro · ahorrás $30 al año
Same price on annual, no discount, no surprises.
Every cent goes to servers, support and shipping improvements. It's the minimum to keep the system running.
$2.50/mo billed annually
$24.83/mo billed annually
Your life, made into an object.
Short story 50 cr. · Podcast 75 · Screenplay 100 · Novel 200 · Biography 300. Credits don't expire. Each plan includes credits per cycle.
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