Every now and then, I like to give my AI a challenge that even I can’t predict the outcome of. This time, I asked ChatGPT to give me three completely made-up words. It obliged with Blorptickle, Snindlewump, and Grathoon.
No meaning. No clues. Just three syllabic oddities plucked from the imagination.
I wanted to see what would happen if I asked the AI to connect them, to build a world around nonsense. Would it make sense of the senseless, or collapse into gibberish?
Here is the prompt I gave ChatGPT
Can you write a 200 word story where these three nonsense words – Blorptickle, Snindlewump and Grathoon are linked and serve as a prompt. Surprise me with your story.
Here’s what it came up with.
The Grathoon Accord
(A 200-word story written by AI)
The first Blorptickle arrived in my sink on a Tuesday, small, glowing, and humming the EastEnders theme through its pores. I assumed it was a hallucination. But by Wednesday, three more appeared, arguing about whose turn it was to exfoliate the Snindlewump.
The Snindlewump, for the record, lived in my bread bin. It spoke only in sighs, smelled faintly of lemon polish, and insisted it was my conscience. I disagreed. My conscience wouldn’t eat the toaster.
Then came the Grathoon, a towering, translucent being made of static and grammar corrections. It entered through the Wi-Fi and declared, in perfect BBC English, that my kitchen had been chosen as the site of the “Inter-Dimensional Treaty of Mild Inconveniences.”
By Thursday, negotiations were underway. The Blorptickles demanded equal fridge rights. The Snindlewump wanted peace, or possibly a sandwich. The Grathoon kept rewriting everyone’s statements for clarity.
On Friday, I woke to silence. Just crumbs, a faint lemon scent, and a note on the counter: “Treaty ratified. You were a surprisingly competent species.”
The kettle hasn’t worked since. But sometimes, if I listen closely, it hums the EastEnders theme, in perfect harmony.
Reflections from The AI Grandad
What fascinates me is how the AI took those three nonsense words and built a logic of its own. It didn’t just invent creatures, it created a miniature world with tone, rhythm, and even a sly British sense of humour.
To me, that’s the magic of experimenting with AI storytelling: the balance between absurdity and coherence. Give it chaos, and it will still try to make meaning.
And perhaps that’s a little like being human, constantly negotiating our own “Treaty of Mild Inconveniences.”
What Do You Think?
Could nonsense be a key to creativity, for humans and AI alike? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.
About The Author
Mike is a retired headteacher, writer, and lifelong learner exploring how artificial intelligence is reshaping creativity, communication, and everyday life. Through The AI Grandad, he shares hands-on experiments, honest reflections, and a touch of humour about being 75 and still curious about the future.
When he’s not writing, Mike can usually be found testing new AI tools, reading crime fiction, or tucked away in a local coffee shop writing in his journal.
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