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Hi, I'm an author suffering from writer's block.
-sounds similar to yourself, then this thread is for you.
- Here you can write whatever you want, a scene that you wanted to write, or a writing prompt for others, or just chill and tell about yourself, like hobbies, talents, why you started writing, etc.
-This thread will allow others that are burnouts like me to get to the track. (I don't know how, but it will.)
-Well, don't be a jerk here. And enjoy.
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Here is a scene I wrote after I saw an AI image on my feed-
Practice Scene Writing, No. 8--
Arkam stood three feet away from the cylindrical container filled to the brim with a liquid-like substance. Several wide tubes were attached to a small body inside, almost making it seem like the boy was levitating.
The boy was unconscious, and as Arkam looked at him, his eyes widened. His head spun as if he had just been kicked repeatedly.
He slowly approached the container.
*thud-thud.* His footsteps disturbed the silence of the chamber.
He gazed at the boy, who was in a fetal position, with many tubes attached to his back and his face nearly covered by a breathing mask.
Arkam gently placed his hands on the glass of the container, as though he were touching the boy's face.
Suddenly— the whole chamber began to flicker. Machines whirred to life in the background as the lights began to fail—he was enveloped in darkness.
"You are finally here, Arkam!" a voice echoed throughout the chamber. It was deep yet mechanical.
Arkam turned around, but no one was there. Then, a spotlight illuminated him, as if he were performing on stage.
A television-like screen emerged from above, accompanied by many mechanical arms.
"My name is... well, this may sound arrogant, but my name is GOD," the black screen began to speak. An eye appeared on the display. "And I am your creator."
Arkam felt a jolt of realization as he processed what it meant by your creator— the boy he saw was him, but nine years younger.
The shock transformed his calm demeanor into rage. He pulled out his gun and shot the screen.
The thunderous sounds. The sparks. And the rage felt in Arkam filled the silent chamber, destroying its hushed calm.
In the spotlight, Arkam screamed. No No NO... It's lying, a flying box telling me, it is my creator...it's fucking insane if I believed it— but then why am I not stopping? Why am I screaming? Why am I feeling this rage and emptiness in me?
Bullets pierced the TV like a box, causing sparks to fly as multiple holes were penetrated in it. Despite the gunfire drowning out the voice, it still seemed to laugh.
...it laughed, and he shot more— the sparks erupted, bigger than before, and it exploded. The small beam of light created by the explosion got consumed by the abyss; only Arkam was there, bathed by the spotlight.
Arkam lowered his guns. The sound. The sparks. The rage was consumed by silence. His eyes twitched, lips curled, eyebrows tilted. He laughed, but this could be heard; it was loud and echoed.
"Well, I thought you had calmed down..." the same mechanical and cold voice came, "...This kind of change is insane." The box came down slowly, like it was drifting through an abyss, as the same eye with a white pupil and black sclera was projected on its screen.
The lights came back on, destroying the darkness in the chamber. The TV-like box was attached to a long rod from the ceiling, and two mechanical arms attached back of the box.
Then Arkam looked all over the chamber, and there were fifty or more boxes that surrounded Arkam in a circle. Looking down at him.
"I thought it wouldn't be that easy, and yeah, I am calm now. So let's talk," he holstered his guns under the black coat.
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end of the scene, well wrote this as a writing practice. And this stuff is non-canon
-sounds similar to yourself, then this thread is for you.
- Here you can write whatever you want, a scene that you wanted to write, or a writing prompt for others, or just chill and tell about yourself, like hobbies, talents, why you started writing, etc.
-This thread will allow others that are burnouts like me to get to the track. (I don't know how, but it will.)
-Well, don't be a jerk here. And enjoy.
__________
Here is a scene I wrote after I saw an AI image on my feed-
Practice Scene Writing, No. 8--
Arkam stood three feet away from the cylindrical container filled to the brim with a liquid-like substance. Several wide tubes were attached to a small body inside, almost making it seem like the boy was levitating.
The boy was unconscious, and as Arkam looked at him, his eyes widened. His head spun as if he had just been kicked repeatedly.
He slowly approached the container.
*thud-thud.* His footsteps disturbed the silence of the chamber.
He gazed at the boy, who was in a fetal position, with many tubes attached to his back and his face nearly covered by a breathing mask.
Arkam gently placed his hands on the glass of the container, as though he were touching the boy's face.
Suddenly— the whole chamber began to flicker. Machines whirred to life in the background as the lights began to fail—he was enveloped in darkness.
"You are finally here, Arkam!" a voice echoed throughout the chamber. It was deep yet mechanical.
Arkam turned around, but no one was there. Then, a spotlight illuminated him, as if he were performing on stage.
A television-like screen emerged from above, accompanied by many mechanical arms.
"My name is... well, this may sound arrogant, but my name is GOD," the black screen began to speak. An eye appeared on the display. "And I am your creator."
Arkam felt a jolt of realization as he processed what it meant by your creator— the boy he saw was him, but nine years younger.
The shock transformed his calm demeanor into rage. He pulled out his gun and shot the screen.
The thunderous sounds. The sparks. And the rage felt in Arkam filled the silent chamber, destroying its hushed calm.
In the spotlight, Arkam screamed. No No NO... It's lying, a flying box telling me, it is my creator...it's fucking insane if I believed it— but then why am I not stopping? Why am I screaming? Why am I feeling this rage and emptiness in me?
Bullets pierced the TV like a box, causing sparks to fly as multiple holes were penetrated in it. Despite the gunfire drowning out the voice, it still seemed to laugh.
...it laughed, and he shot more— the sparks erupted, bigger than before, and it exploded. The small beam of light created by the explosion got consumed by the abyss; only Arkam was there, bathed by the spotlight.
Arkam lowered his guns. The sound. The sparks. The rage was consumed by silence. His eyes twitched, lips curled, eyebrows tilted. He laughed, but this could be heard; it was loud and echoed.
"Well, I thought you had calmed down..." the same mechanical and cold voice came, "...This kind of change is insane." The box came down slowly, like it was drifting through an abyss, as the same eye with a white pupil and black sclera was projected on its screen.
The lights came back on, destroying the darkness in the chamber. The TV-like box was attached to a long rod from the ceiling, and two mechanical arms attached back of the box.
Then Arkam looked all over the chamber, and there were fifty or more boxes that surrounded Arkam in a circle. Looking down at him.
"I thought it wouldn't be that easy, and yeah, I am calm now. So let's talk," he holstered his guns under the black coat.
_____________
end of the scene, well wrote this as a writing practice. And this stuff is non-canon
