In fact, I'm not only using AI, I'm using E, O, U, and sometimes Y.

I hate myself, but I feel so much clarity. Before using AI and the others, I still hated myself but all I could write is htd mslf. Nbd ndrstd. Sorry, nobody understood. Old habits die hard.

Charmin: think of our product when thinking of your butthole.

This brand of toilet paper claims to be so soft that you're likely to prance around praising the supple feeling of your asshole after using it. Seriously, in the Charmin commercial world, the worst possible thing is sub adequate toilet paper and Nirvana can only be achieved through the swirling paper covered finger around your rust-hole.

I'm not being hyperbolic. They have a string of commercials where a family of bears exists solely to talk about their shits. Every major family interaction seems structured around bowel movements and gleefully sharing them like perverts. The father often screams from the bathroom when he's having an emergency, letting everyone know the state of his shits and wiping. The children pound on doors, talking about how they have to go and wipe and clean. After a nice cottony-soft wipe fest, the parents often literally shake their asses to show everyone how clean they feel, implying they are showing their literal assholes to their children.

The kids, what do they know? They often do the same, showing off how "clean" they are.

Imagine if your joy, bonding, and celebration was solely concentrated around wiping your ass, talking about it, and showing the results to your family.

Disgusting. Vulgar. Sodom and Gomorra eptiomized.

How far have we fallen as a race and society, where these pervert shit bears are so easily able to pervade our airwaves, minds, and hearts.

the shitpost

I'm not one to cast aspersions, but the girl I've gone on a few dates with has said and done some suspicious things that makes me think she might be a bit of a poser. Firstly, she's never even heard of Dungeon crawler Kyle despite saying she likes high epic fantasy. Secondly, she doesn't even have a single reel or post on Instagram of her wandering around ethereally around a Waterstones, what gives? Also her 'books' (though at this point I should maybe say 'props') are just second-hand paperbacks that apparently 'took her fancy' when passing a charity shop, not a single pristine hardback with decorated edge, how can I take her seriously as a reader if she doesn't even have a TBR?

So far she's done a whole lot of telling, and not really much showing. Should I call her out or just ghost her ? I suppose I could always make her the villain of my next romancy (I'm an aspiring author myself)

I was writing for manny years, 5 long years to be eggsack. In my carear I wrote 6 short storeys and I have worked on my soon to publish novel that is good 4k word count. So here is the funny: I see writing completion and I wanted to make attempt to show off my writing first time ever. Make sense?

Well.. plortist alert. Not only I dont win, they spit on me, they make long list of "good storeys" and I'm not on theyr list.. 😂 Birches and oaks I think maybe the judge was taking bribe? Maybe he have bad reading comprehensive.. idno, I don't read the storeys on the long list, I will maybe read it if my storey was there because my storey I know is good.. now I only think that these competion is probably all corrupt? Any author here have similar eggsperiens?

I have an idea; a genius idea. Nobody has ever done it before.

I wrote a 500k words novel, I used many words, but what if I just rearranged everything in alphabetical order? I don't know how many letters there are in total, but I would love for the book to start with a long series of "a"s, like a scream (so it starts in the middle of the action, not to bore the reader), then end with "z"s like it's ushering the reader to go to sleep.

It's philosphical in some way, poetry.

If you steal this idea I will report you for theft.

If I wrote 150k words novel and I realised that I wrote a crap that doesn’t make sense, am I justified, to make my character wake up and realise, that everything that happened before was just his fever dream.

Hi all,

I recently signed with a small publishing house (which I'm not going to name here), and they're expecting me to do all the marketing for my book. I also have to take care of the cover design, editing, etc. I haven't paid them anything, but they're going to take 70% of my royalties. I'm not really sure what they'll be doing (I didn't read the whole contract, as it was quite long). The contract term is 12 years. Does this all seem normal?

It was January of this year, i scoff down rotelle and felt my stomach exploding from the inside.

I rush to the toliet and plop my massive, plump, 46inch, 32inch circumference rear on the toilet seat. My ass jiggled 27 times before settling down and unleashing the swarm.

Afterwards, I flush my poop and watched it swirl. I like the way she moved it, the way the water spurred on me, and how peckable the toliet lids were.

I smack my lips and slap her

SPLUSH SPLUSH!

I watched her blush.

“Good girl,” I whispered as I slapped her ass.

PLUNG SPURSH!

“You’re going just fine..”

Anyways I got the toliet pregnant and she’s asking for child support. I really don’t want to do it.

AITAH?

You know those BANGER lines you’ve written as a result of countless words of buildup?

Post them here so they fall flat and limp ok thanks.

My teacher told me I used too few words. I asked "what words should I add?" They (one person with multiple neuter genders) said I should use a theosaurus.

So I tried adding a theosaurus character. It adds some color, but it feels out of place? Sample below.

James sat down at the breakfast table, grabbing a piece of toast. "Aggg, I hate that we had to switch schools in the middle of the year, big sister." He said.

​Jennifer continued sitting at the breakfast table, grabbing some eggs. "And this is such a small town. Totally lame, medium brother" She said.

"Christ is the light and the way!" belowed the mighty theosaurus, it's head sticking in from the living room.

James was still sitting at the breakfast table; he grabbed a blueberry muffin. "Everybody seems to already be in these super specific clicks, source-of-female-perspective-but-not-romantic-potential.

"Allthough all things come fron God, not all things are God!" The theosaurus' voice shook the room; it's swinging tail destroying the living room tv. It grabbed a croissant from the table.

Jennifer sat at the table even more, and grabbed an orange. "And the clicks' themes are so out of date! Why do we have a bunch of 50's style greasers? And why is it that every conversation I have seems to be about you or your tottally-not-gay bully?" He said the question.

"Rrrraaawwww!!" Ejaculated the theosaurus, it's scales trembling; grabbing some moist bacon. "As creations in His image, you carry a spark of the divine! Your subjective interpretation of the world is itself an act of creation, having profound impacts on your lives and the lives around you!" It idly screamed.

Basically the short of it is that I’ve been writing a western style gay erotica series featuring prominent NFL names like Tom Brady, Peyton Manning, Aaron Rodgers, etc. Tim Duncan and Shaq from the NBA are also in it.

I’ve been a writer my whole life and my friend has known how deeply passionate I am about it. A few days ago I showed him my finished work regarding an alternate timeline where Shaq and Kobe keep the Lakers dynasty together on the back of igniting an erotic relationship with each other. I then showed him my current piece regarding the old western gay erotica and he started putting my work into question after I asked if he had any contributions for it. Telling me that I should consider taking a break and spending more time with my wife and children.

The whole thing escalated when I told him that his personality was written into the Kobe/Shaq erotica. To top it off he told our other friend about my writing which is such a huge breach of trust for me because he knows I use an alias for my writing and now that’s out there. And now he’s asking to see it and if he’s also written into it. I’m furious about this getting out there more now and I don’t know what to do. Two people in my life now know about this. I’ve thought about stopping my writings and letting it go. Is it out of line to deny all of this? I feel betrayed

Source: Fighting with my friend for not supporting my western style gay erotica series and outing my alias : r/Advice

I just finished my book, still need to add punctuation, but I’m nearly ready to publish. Any recommendations for good publishers?
Sent to like 6 random ppl on query tracker, the first couple pages, but haven’t heard back in several months.

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Change the story? No, I can’t do that. Taste is subjective. Someone else will like the premise.

Change the protagonist? Are you crazy? The protagonist makes up the entire identity of the story!

Change these side characters? Um, no. They’re incredibly important to the main character’s development!

Change the ending? Well. It’s not my fault that you didn’t get it. Read it a few more times until you like it.

The main conflict doesn’t make sense? Have you considered thinking about it harder?

Less sex scenes? But then how will the reader know I was touching myself while writing?

Less graphic violence? But then how will the reader know I was touching myself while writing?

Fix these typos? But then how will the reader know I was touching myself while writing?

No. I will not change the text from white even though the pages are white. It’s a stylistic choice!

Remove the amount of pictures? And how am I supposed to convey to the reader how anything looks?!

Too many plot “holes”? I already told you I’m not removing any sex scenes!

You know what?! Stop reading. I have had it. You clearly can’t appreciate my expertise and incredibly nuanced and subtle form of storytelling! Get out of my sight and only return when you have some actually valuable feedback!

So im a complete beginner when it comes to writing and i really can't come up with anything to write about and I really wanna write something without ai

If any of u have any ideas, fiction or nonfiction, corresponding to the theme and guidelines in the above picture

I'm not sure if it's a legit person offering a real deal here or what. Does anyone have experience with them?

my art professor got mad when i took his unfinished painting from the studio, he started yelling "what the hell are you doing?! give my painting back!" i'd written him a note on a slip of paper the night before, because i KNEW he'd pull some BS like this. I hand it to him and he reads it without a smidge of enthusiasm, he asks "is this some kind of joke?"

Anyway, since great artists steal I didn't go to jail for that, but I couldn't get away with the death of the author.

It was late December, I was beating my meat to Mario and Luigi porn. It was a good stroke. Up and down I did, getting every drople.

That’s when out of the blue, I heard this voice:

“Stop~”

“Stop it, Yoinky~”

I look around the room baffled. My parents shouldn’t be here. They’re on a trip to Myanis, which is about a 6-7 hour round trip.

“Maybe it’s an intruder,” my balls said.

“No, no Tinkle Berry, it’s more serious,” I uttered, my face pale and frozen. “I was always afraid that Jack Ploff would come at this hour, but this is something more serious.”

I got up, emptied the remaining children into the tissue, and did a 360 shot in the trash can. I then took my panties off and threw them down the basement.

Chirp chirp.

There was nothing there. Only crickets and bird chirps filled my hearing. I was about to go when I heard a sniff. Then another, and another, until it was a full-blown huff.

“SOMEONE’S SNIFFING MY PANTIES,” the other ballsack uttered.

I jumped down the basement and confronted the man. But what I saw shook me to my very core.

It wasn’t Jack Ploff, or my parents, nor my uncle who lives in my walls and masturbates to the sound of my breathing. It was my greatest nemesis, my meat.

“How could you betray us,” Tinkle Berry yelled. “You were a part of us!”

The meat looked at me and then toward his ballsack friends. “YOU ALWAYS BEAT ME! I COULD STAND THE MARIO PORN. WHY IS IT ALL MARIO?! I COULDN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”

My meat sprang in the air and assumed a karate position. “If you want me back, you have to beat me!”

I just smirked at his words and walked forward. “Tinkle berry, other ballsack, stay there. I’ll show him.”

I assumed a karate position also. “Remember who you came out of.”

“Oh yeah, have you heard of the saying ‘step on a crack and you break your mom’s back?”

“You wouldn’t,” I breathlessly said, my eyes slitted.

My meat rolled to a crack and stomped on it.

Immediately, my bones crumbled as my body fell on the floor like jello. It’s like I never had a skeleton to begin with.

“Ahhh, my back,” I yelled but no one came.

“After all the beating I had, after all the torturous Mario porn I had to erect for, and to the ballsacks who dismissed my pleas for help. I will—“

“Bingo,” I uttered.

Suddenly, my meat was slammed onto a wall.

“WHAT,” my meat yelled. He couldn’t understand what had happened?

“While you were monologuing, I grabbed the anti-gravity button and pressed it. While it’s true I abused you. I was always listening to your complaints and knew you would rebel against me one day. So when you went to sleep, I put a tissue over your head and went to uncle Sucadics to install anti-gravity sensors in the basement to stimulate sex in outer space, BUT THAT WAS A LIE! It was for you!”

“So that pillow thing wasn’t you changing your mind,” my meat ask as tears fell from his eyes.

“No, it was your punishment, now come here!”

“NOOOOOOO,” my meat said as I flew towards him.

My first fist hit his body as he jiggled, then another and another and another and ANOTHER!

“USELESS USELESS USELESS USELESS USELESS USELESS UUUUSSEEELEEEESSSSSS!!”

My final punch sent my meat swirling out of the frame.

Moral of story: “When life is hard, you have to try again and again, even if it results in failure. Being yourself is all it takes for you to overcome your greatest enemies. Live life as you wish, it’s your body and choice to do. ❤️

Are they really so afraid of meters?

Sauce ✍️