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Maybe we should take to loitering around artist communities. 'Hey, that's some really awesome artwork you've got there. You know what'd really take that picture to the next level? A webnovel!'

The one above me once rode a bear into Walmart

The one above me is Gray_Mann

Meanwhile, deep within the haunted forest, a fork of lightning split the night sky. "Aha," cried Tony, eyes wide in mad triumph, "my plan to spike Dick's mushrooms with more mushrooms worked perfectly! No-one alive can stop me now!"

'Keep it down or none of yeh'll get fed,' he snapped over his shoulder. The new child seemed to have assumed something of a leadership role amongst his new brothers, and had begun conducting a chorus of 'Who do you think you are kidding, Mr Hitler?'

"I didn't order anything," he whispered, eying the box skeptically. Whatever it was, it smelled faintly of aloe vera and if he strained his ear he thought he could just about hear the closing credits from 'Blackadder' emanating from its gooey depths.

“I am strong, father,” he nodded fiercely, though his hands shook as though his entire life depended on what he said next. “I want to be, I want the men to respect me, just like they respect you. How can they do that, if I’m the prince who couldn’t Awaken? Won’t they ask questions?” “It is…...

The one above me spent the last 25 minutes creating a litRPG System for a protagonist who controls a giant mecha otter called Humphrey

The one above me spends their days preaching hell-fire and brimstone about the evils of fruit-based pizzas, however was recently caught during a police raid at an underground pizza den with their mouth full of pineapple.

The one above me ordered 200 pineapple pizzas to the alien mothership, pay on receipt.

He paused, the heat of his microwaved coffee burrowing uncomfortably into his palm, as he realised that the once random patter of raindrops upon the windowpane had unmistakably begun to follow the same percussive beat.

Often the only way to get an intelligent conversation ;)

The one above me's real name is Juia_Flowerbuttons. She calls herself Darkcrest to be edgy :)

Personally I never leave the house without my naginata, Beatrice.

2000 words? Crikey your best bet might be to wait until she's reading and then start chopping a bag of onions. One thing you might consider is prose rhythm, interchange short bursts of pain with sentences that run long and a bit garbly to give the sense of in internal grief spiral. Good luck :)

The one above suffers from a crippling mental tic. Whenever they hear the word 'bear', even in such contexts as 'bear with me a moment', they immediately begin singing 'Teddy Bear's Picnic;' off-key and at the top of their voice.

Two survivors are cowering in the apocolyptic rubble. The first meets his friend's eye over a bite of barbecued rat: 'So, if you could bring back one item of clothing from 2025, what would it be?'

Despite being a knightly cryomancer in a medieval fantasy kingdom, my protagonist is rather fond of ham & jalapeno baguettes.

I think the idea is its hypothetical. AI covers have never been banned, partly because no-one would have the time to enforce.

Note to self, invest in a pipe that blows bubbles ?