This is for all writers. Those that want to showcase their books, creative writing, journalism, poetry, and lyrics. Any form of writing is acceptable
Make sure ya'll post links of your stories and pieces that you're proud of.
Calling all writers:
@proper @Dankmustard_Mobile @motionhue @Bushmanate @AudioConsulting @Lawdie @cm_junk
what music do you guys write to? (when you're not writing songs)
Personally I don't really have one in mine. But everytime I write it often comes out as Hip Hop /R&Bish to an extent. Idk why that is
I asked Gemini AI the following:
Can you write a paragraph on clouds carrying rain nearing a village, and can you write it in the style of Cormac McCarthy's 'Blood Meridian'
This is what it came up with:
The sun, a disc of dying embers low in the western wastes, cast long, skeletal shadows from the parched adobe huts of the village. A silence, heavy and old as time itself, pressed down upon the cracked earth. Then, from the distant horizon, a slow, inexorable creep began. A tide of bruised purple clouds, bellied with the promise of violence, rolled in, obscuring the last slivers of daylight. The wind, a dry, rasping whisper, picked up, sending dust devils swirling across the barren plains. A collective stillness fell upon the villagers, their weathered faces turned upwards, eyes tracking the ominous advance. In that pregnant pause, the only sound was the rasp of the wind and the distant, low rumble of approaching thunder, a portent of the baptism of rain, or perhaps, oblivion, to come.
Are y'all worried ?
@op
I asked Gemini AI the following:
Can you write a paragraph on clouds carrying rain nearing a village, and can you write it in the style of Cormac McCarthy's 'Blood Meridian'
This is what it came up with:
The sun, a disc of dying embers low in the western wastes, cast long, skeletal shadows from the parched adobe huts of the village. A silence, heavy and old as time itself, pressed down upon the cracked earth. Then, from the distant horizon, a slow, inexorable creep began. A tide of bruised purple clouds, bellied with the promise of violence, rolled in, obscuring the last slivers of daylight. The wind, a dry, rasping whisper, picked up, sending dust devils swirling across the barren plains. A collective stillness fell upon the villagers, their weathered faces turned upwards, eyes tracking the ominous advance. In that pregnant pause, the only sound was the rasp of the wind and the distant, low rumble of approaching thunder, a portent of the baptism of rain, or perhaps, oblivion, to come.
Are y'all worried ?
Uh yes. AI dark asf
Weird confession but I revitalized my Fiction Press and dropped a story on there. Feel free to check it out!
I talk to myself a lot and recently fell in love with the way cormac mccarthy does dialogue. I've just been writing out the arguments I have in my head and its so fun. I make music but this is a different type of release.
idk if that made sense but im just purely lines that go back and forth
I talk to myself a lot and recently fell in love with the way cormac mccarthy does dialogue. I've just been writing out the arguments I have in my head and its so fun. I make music but this is a different type of release.
idk if that made sense but im just purely lines that go back and forth
How would you describe his dialogue?
How would you describe his dialogue?
He almost never uses quote marks
Its like line by line, super concise
Here’s an example of what it would look like:
Hi.
Hello.
How are you?
Fine.
Just fine?