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Are you pushy and picky asininity with friends to the point of adamant inflexibility and putting them off with bad thought and exsanguinity?

Posted - October 19

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  • 8214
    Not in the least. 
      October 19, 2024 6:16 AM MDT
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  • 2126
    Okay. So. Here!
    The city was wan. It had holes in it like drug users. People milled around aimlessly. There was no peace of mind. People stole to live.

    Synopsis:

    The sky hung heavy, a shroud of gray that seemed to mirror the desolation below. Shadows crawled over cracked pavements, and the faint stench of neglect wafted through the air. Buildings, once proud and painted vibrant, now stood as skeletal reminders of better days, their facades peeling and crumbling.

    A woman sat on the sidewalk, her back against a wall that had seen better days—once a bright mural of community spirit, now reduced to faded splotches and graffiti. She clutched a tattered blanket, her eyes glazed over, watching as life passed by in slow motion. A group of youths clustered nearby, laughter piercing the oppressive silence, their joy juxtaposed against the desperation that lingered like a fog.

    Across the street, an old man rifled through a trash bin, searching for anything that might sustain him for another day. He was a ghost of his former self, his clothes hanging loosely off his stooped shoulders, face lined with the marks of hard living. He emerged with a half-eaten fruit, a treasure in a world where sustenance was scarce.

    The clang of a distant siren cut through the air, a fleeting reminder of authority and order that no longer felt relevant here. It was a city caught in a perpetual state of survival, where trust was a luxury no one could afford. The corner store had long been boarded up, its windows shattered, a silent testament to the rampant lawlessness that had seeped into every crevice of life.

    In the midst of this chaos, a child darted past, laughter trailing behind like a flicker of hope. She saw the world differently—her dreams not yet tarnished by the weight of reality. For her, the cracked sidewalks were a canvas, the broken bottles sparkling like jewels in the dirt. But even she felt the tension, the underlying pulse of fear that thrummed beneath the surface of every interaction.

    As night began to fall, the streetlights flickered hesitantly to life, casting pools of light that struggled to push back the encroaching darkness. The city was alive in its own twisted way, with the sound of broken dreams echoing through alleyways and the whispers of desperation curling into the air.

    And so, under the weight of that heavy sky, they continued their dance—survivors in a world that had turned a blind eye, grappling for some semblance of meaning in a place that felt irrevocably lost.

     
    This post was edited by CosmicWunderkind at October 19, 2024 10:37 AM MDT
      October 19, 2024 6:44 AM MDT
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  • 8214
    Wow, you are an excellent writer.  I was living it while reading your story.  Have you ever thought about writing a book, I would read it for sure.

    A tid bit of homeless information; women usually, if they are smart, sleep during the day, are up all night due to the chance of being attacked. Men do that as well, the reason why you see people sleeping in the park during the day.

    Your story reminds of something else I read a few years ago.  I lived the entire story so much that when i found out it was fiction I was shocked and a little angry, I wanted it to be a true story. Wish I could remember the name of the book.  I was deeply anti-fiction until I read that story.  I'd read it again if I could remember enough of it to search it.  I was so upset I just erased it from my mind, not too bright but that's how I felt about fiction at the time.  I guess I've had to much un-real in my life.


      This post was edited by Art Lover at October 19, 2024 2:20 PM MDT
      October 19, 2024 10:40 AM MDT
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  • 2126
    I just made up the first 4 sentences. All the rest is AI generated creative art writing...I have been so sick lately. I haven't the energy to clean my apartment. I have been ordered to take 5 pills. Chlorthalidone, aspirin, propranolol, amoxicillin, melatonin and have just been okayed for 5 mg pot gummies. I have listen to so much Van Halen since 1978. I was insane and don't think I'll ever revive myself fully from, morphine, cough syrup, speed, alcohol, downers and emotional neglect and utter insanity of glamour rock heads. I am from wildly demand rebels since and angry politically Democratic family. I think I started cigarettes at ten and blew brain cells. I'm about to pass out and my sensitivity gets wasted on movies like Gacy. in which the latest one sucked. I was part of The Fort Devens Murder trial as a juror at twenty and called out two green berets for killing Irene Tyree in Avon. I constantly battle being a dumb underdog. MEHH!! Now let's see what this  does for creative writing mmm k? Too much man! This post was edited by CosmicWunderkind at October 19, 2024 2:41 PM MDT
      October 19, 2024 2:30 PM MDT
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  • 8214
    Seems like there is too much emotion in your story to be written by AI.  Just an opinion. 
      October 19, 2024 2:42 PM MDT
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  • 8214
    Perhaps I am wrong.  Just had AI write this about a homeless woman.

    In a world of opulence and extravagance, a stark reality often remains hidden beneath the veil of luxury - the story of a woman without a home. Imagine, if you will, a once radiant figure adorned in silk and pearls, now left to roam the streets with no shelter to call her own. Her graceful features now bathed in the harsh glow of city lights, yet retaining a certain allure that speaks of a life once lived amidst grandeur and refinement.

    Despite her current circumstances, there remains an air of sophistication around her, a quiet resilience that refuses to be dimmed by the hardships she faces. She carries herself with a certain poise, as if the weight of her possessions bears no burden on her spirit. The streets may be her current abode, but her spirit remains ever elegant, a testament to the enduring strength and grace that lies within her.

    As the city sleeps and the stars twinkle overhead, she finds solace in the quiet corners and shadowed alleys that have become her sanctuary. In the midst of chaos and noise, she seeks moments of tranquility and peace, a fleeting respite from the harsh realities of her existence. And as the night unfurls its velvet cloak around her, she dreams of a life once filled with luxury and warmth, a memory that lingers like a whisper in the wind, promising a brighter tomorrow.
      October 19, 2024 2:46 PM MDT
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  • 8214
    But still I have my doubts. I suppose if more facts were included, I'd get a better result.  All I said was "A homeless woman."




    This post was edited by Art Lover at October 19, 2024 3:00 PM MDT
      October 19, 2024 2:47 PM MDT
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  • 2126
    Listen brother. That was quite alluring in the utmost. I thank God I started reading at 5 and progressed fluently from clean orthodox English literature like Connecticut Yankee In King Authors Court and Agatha Christie, Alfred Hitchcock, Saul Bellow and Albert Camus. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Morris West and Plato. Frank Hebert. This post was edited by CosmicWunderkind at October 19, 2024 3:43 PM MDT
      October 19, 2024 3:25 PM MDT
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  • 8214
    Sorry to hear you are not feeling well, hope you get better soon.
      October 19, 2024 3:47 PM MDT
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  • 2126
    Oh man Google Earth and New York women! I got a brand new bag
    ..


    I know worse and the worse is all over. I blast Piano Man and New York State Of Mind pick me right up. This post was edited by CosmicWunderkind at October 19, 2024 6:31 PM MDT
      October 19, 2024 4:18 PM MDT
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  • 2126
    All said and done. I was homeless for 2 and 3 quarters years in downtown Boston I know about that whole homeless trip you know. What would you like to learn about that whole homeless trip? One dude one day said c'mere and he brought me in Wurlitzers and played better then Billy Joel. I felt so privileged. 91'-93' This post was edited by CosmicWunderkind at October 19, 2024 3:43 PM MDT
      October 19, 2024 2:57 PM MDT
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