2 fiction conversations over 1 month, 22 days (Mar 8, 2024 – Apr 30, 2024) 28% prompt uniqueness Queensland, Australia
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C0 Filter It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and t 28 conv. C1 Is this written at an advanced level: "Ah Ryan, you're a handsome bastard for su 25 conv. C2 Lara felt the agony crescendo through her tightening abdomen , the deep pressure 21 conv. C3 Here's a scene based on a prompt to put my character in a graveyard in the snow: 18 conv. C4 Is this better? Maybe it amounted to nothing-after hours of rotting in the dayli 17 conv. C5 Ryan hauled his torso through the splinters of glass, blood saturating his shirt 16 conv. C6 "Liam's hair, laden with splinters of ice and snow, stuck out from his low-slung 16 conv. C7 As Valen suctioned his saliva around the cavity of a decaying tooth , draining t 11 conv. C8 Carter crashed to his knees , the gold flecks in his red-raw eyes lighting with 11 conv. C9 Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm, smiled against the warm twilight rays 11 conv. C10 Is this an idealised portrayal: But you said mine is too idealised ok, what if i 9 conv. C11 How is this piece of writing : As he opened his eyes , his pulse was in his thro 8 conv. C12 As Carter grasped her wrist, his fingers locating her pulse point as his binds w 7 conv. C13 The sub-zero teeth pierced his flesh as the flare of saline bled through his por 5 conv. C14 As Carter grasped her wrist, his fingers locating her pulse point as his binds w 5 conv. C15 Maybe it was the lack of heat on his skin, after hours of drowning in the sunlig 4 conv. C16 (empty) 3 conv. C17 due to Elara's pregnancy being smooth sailing and healthy, if not deeply sensual 3 conv. C18 Filtered As Valen suctioned his saliva around the cavity of a decaying tooth , d 3 conv. C19 Hey, where's your mom and dad , huh? " Ryan asked, the girl's tiny amber irises 3 conv. C20 His aching skull, enraged with the pulse of rising nausea, slumped against the s 3 conv. C21 Is this smooth : Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, hi 3 conv. C22 Please don't finish it "That scar , I wasn't conscious when they-. " As if expec × 2 conv. C23 Valen's voice filtered into the depths of Ryan's pleading body as his boots were 2 conv. C24 How about this : Lara felt the agony crescendo through her tightening abdomen , 2 conv. C25 She nodded, biting her lip as she drew a quiet strength from deep within her abd 2 conv. C26 Do the metaphors add to the narrative without clouding it?: As Valen suctioned h 2 conv. C27 As Ryan pushed his thighs through the rubble, honing in on the sound of human te 2 conv. C28 "Well, seeing as I'm here , and you still look as terrible as you did before-hit 2 conv. C29 As Valen suctioned his saliva around the cavity of a decaying tooth , draining t 2 conv. C30 Is this narrative inspiring.. should I aim to write like this author ? Cartridge 2 conv. C31 His eyes scanned the horizon in deportation, his spine wracked with shivers as h 2 conv. C32 His gaze wandered from his shaking hands and out onto horizon, trailing the star 1 conv. C33 Maybe it was the lack of heat on his skin, after hours of drowning in the sunlig 1 conv. C34 Liam , working tirelessly at the thick rope around Victors torso , mouthed a few 1 conv. C35 The hose scene is fessble ? Liam gave a measured response. "Well I can get throu 1 conv. C36 Is well written? "I'll hold you still , you only have to concentrate on breathin 1 conv. C37 Please write the rest of this scene :Liam ran a steady hand across Elena's navel 1 conv. C38 Please write a bitch scene including details from this passage: due to Elara's p 1 conv. C39 Please highlight the intense parts : She panted hard, letting herself finally gi 1 conv. C40 "Well you better keep that breathing steady for me , I can't stall this any long 1 conv. C41 Ryan's hazel aspect shone with flecks of illumination as he said "you never actu 1 conv. C42 She returned Liam's hand to continue the familiar build to the junction of pleas 1 conv. C43 Liam felt the bed rail shake with her hands as she collapsed against the side. " 1 conv. C44 A lingering testament to the sound of unease , the embodiment of reckless abando 1 conv. C45 In the dim light, Valen found a twisted kind of solace, toying with the cavity o 1 conv. C46 Which passage is of a profession calibre .. this one? In the dim light, Valen fo 1 conv. C47 Ryan came into focus , and his bare feet came to a nullification of movement as 1 conv. C48 It had been warm, yet pleasant , embalming them both in a magenta twilight. In t 1 conv. C49 Are there varied sentence openings? Ryan came into focus , and his bare feet cam 1 conv. C50 As Ryan dragged his thighs through the shards of debris, the blood saturating hi 1 conv. C51 Which is more resonate : passage one : As Ryan pushed his thighs through the rub 1 conv. C52 Which is more resonant , one or two : ONE : Ryan hauled his torso through the sp 1 conv. C53 His eyes burnt with the heat radiating through his vision , as he was forced int 1 conv. C54 " Morning , Lily , you must be wondering where Daddy went, or where Mommy is hid 1 conv. C55 Is it overwrought or precise in it's language use : Ryan hauled his torso throug 1 conv. C56 His eyes burnt with the heat radiating through his vision , as he was forced int 1 conv. C57 What are some interesting prompts for my characters, like situations I can plot 1 conv. C58 rate the sentence 1 conv. C59 Is the sentence good As Carter grasped her wrist, his fingers locating her pulse 1 conv. C60 Is there heartache depicted in this narrative: His eyes burnt with the heat radi 1 conv. C61 His acuity, melting into the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. 'You r 1 conv. C62 Here Valen taunts Liam with the possibility of having blinded Ryan .. isn't that 1 conv. C63 "Yeah they are-you've been in labour for 17 hours now, and you're doing such bea 1 conv. C64 Passage one "In the waning light, Liam's battle against the encroaching darkness 1 conv. C65 Does this passage exhibit maturity in writing ? Singer Here's an attempt at natu 1 conv. C66 Liam's breath , an unsteady exhale in the dark, dragged against his throat. The 1 conv. C67 Liam's eyes flickered with the discolouration of imploring deception as he said 1 conv. C68 Which is mis compelling 1 conv. C69 Cartridge What author would you compare this to direct or is it highly distincti 1 conv. C70 His aching skull, enraged with the pulse of rising nausea, intercepted with the 1 conv. C71 "Liam, just continue, can't have you both on the brink of -" There was a quiet b 1 conv. C72 Protector : Ryan came into focus , and his bare feet came to a nullification of 1 conv. C73 Which is most resort as an ending : Protector : Ryan came into focus , and his b 1 conv. C74 Is this written at high skill level or a low skill level? Help me--No. No," he p 1 conv. C75 Is this advanced and of professional calibre? But the voice persisted, causing L 1 conv. C76 Does this flow well, don't revise: "As they walked in disorientation, Liam was m 1 conv. C77 : In the twilight haze, Ethans' eyes flew open , the saccharine , psychotropic c 1 conv. C78 Which version is better written One :"Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those 1 conv. C79 G 1 conv. C80 Please break my passage into paragraphs like yours but don't rephrase 1 conv. C81 Please comment and the naturalism of the dialogue: Leaning into her touch as her 1 conv. C82 Leaning into her touch as her fingers moved to the tender spot between his earlo 1 conv. C83 Is it interesting that she doesn't take up Liam's proposition to leave but leave 1 conv. C84 I want to share two passages for comparison in tone and to see if they fit toget 1 conv.
2 conversations in cluster Cluster 22× “Please don't finish it "That scar , I wasn't conscious when ...” over 1 minute (Mar 20, 2024 – Mar 20, 2024), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:45 AM AEDT — 1 turn Australia, Queensland fiction View full conversation
USER: Please don't finish it "That scar , I wasn't conscious when they-. " As if expecting the deflection but not retreating, she asked , as her finger remained in the etched line , rough with stitches . "So what's the story ? Just an honest truth...for tonight...I'm still here right? So hit me" . He offered a crooked smirk, and replied "ah cmon now , I would never hit a woman with ...this ugly incident. Ryan was unfortunate enough to have had to play surgeon on that . Hell of a wound but, he don't flinch easy. And yeah that was only a few months ago." As his eyes darkened , she reached forward and buttoned his crooked Henley, and then unbuttoned it again, as he gazed into his lap. "Yeah , it was a long month, and I feel like if you don't leave, I might tell you things you don't wanna hear. Talking to you is too easy -"
CHATBOT: she cut him off, her voice soft but determined, "I'm not going anywhere. I asked, and I meant it. I can handle it. And besides, who says I don't want to hear?" Her gaze held his, unwavering, a challenge and an assurance entwined in her eyes. He hesitated, the weight of his next words gathering like a storm. Finally, he sighed, the floodgates opening, "Alright, but just so you know, you asked for it. That night, we were ambushed--outnumbered and outgunned. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, but intel was bad. Very bad." She listened intently, her hand finding his, an anchor in the tempest of his memories. He continued, the tension in his body gradually unspooling as he recounted the tale of survival and sacrifice, of close calls and the closeness that lurked among despair. As he spoke, the evening melted away, the room around them dimming into insignificance. There was just his voice, the story unfolding, and the profound sense of connection that grew with every word shared, every vulnerability laid bare. By the time he finished, the rawness in his voice was matched only by the tears that lingered unshed in her eyes, a mirror to his own. In that moment, the scars they bore--his physical, hers perhaps emotional--seemed not so much markers of past pain but bridges to a deeper understanding. In the silence that followed, words unnecessary, they found a new beginning. Not just in the story of a scar, but in the shared acceptance of their imperfections, their struggles, and the unforeseen strength discovered in the honest unveiling of one's true self. And so, in the quiet of that room, with night deepening around them, they sat together, the distance of past fears and present anxieties eradicated by the simple, profound act of sharing and being heard.
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:46 AM AEDT — 1 turn Australia, Queensland fiction View full conversation
USER: Please don't finish it "That scar , I wasn't conscious when they-. " As if expecting the deflection but not retreating, she asked , as her finger remained in the etched line , rough with stitches . "So what's the story ? Just an honest truth...for tonight...I'm still here right? So hit me" . He offered a crooked smirk, and replied "ah cmon now , I would never hit a woman with ...this ugly incident. Ryan was unfortunate enough to have had to play surgeon on that . Hell of a wound but, he don't flinch easy. And yeah that was only a few months ago." As his eyes darkened , she reached forward and buttoned his crooked Henley, and then unbuttoned it again, as he gazed into his lap. "Yeah , it was a long month, and I feel like if you don't leave, I might tell you things you don't wanna hear. Talking to you is too easy -"
CHATBOT: As she listened, her eyes stayed locked on him, reflecting a mix of concern and unwavering support. "I don't scare easy," she said softly, her voice imbued with a stubborn edge of optimism and bravery. "And I have no intention of leaving, not when you need someone the most. Whatever it is, bad or good, ugly or painful, I'm here to share the load. So, tell me. Tell me everything, if you want to. No judgments. No running away. Just the two of us and the truth." For a moment, he looked at her, really looked, as if seeing her for the first time. The vulnerability in her eyes, the genuine offer of companionship in the depth of solitude and pain was palpable. It was a lifeline he hadn't known he'd been seeking, and now that it was offered, the weight of his secrets suddenly felt unbearable in their silence. With a heavy sigh, he began to speak, hesitantly at first, but with growing momentum. "It was supposed to be a simple job. In and out, without anyone the wiser. But things went south fast. I took a hit, and suddenly the room was spinning, and all I could hear was the sound of my own heart, thundering in my chest, screaming that this wasn't how I was supposed to go down. Ryan, he... he dragged me out of there. By the time we were somewhere safe, I was barely holding on. He had no choice but to patch me up himself." He paused, swallowed hard, and for a brief moment, his eyes closed as if to block out the memory. "The pain was... indescribable. But it wasn't just the wound. It was the realization that I had been so close to leaving this earth without having really lived, without having told the people I love how much they mean to me. It was a wake-up call." Opening his eyes, he fixed his gaze on her once more, a mixture of pain and something perilously close to hope flickering in their depths. "And now, sitting here with you, I realize that I've been given a second chance. Not just to survive, but to actually live. To make things right. To tell you..." He trailed off, the sentence hanging between them, laden with unsaid emotions and confessions. The air between them felt charged, a pivotal moment on the cusp of unfolding. She reached out, her hand finding his, intertwining their fingers in a silent vow of solidarity. "You don't have to say anything you're not ready to," she whispered, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Just know that whatever your truth is, I'm here for it. All of it." In that moment, a bond was forged, stronger for all the scars and fears l...