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Why I'm Not Worried About AI
Entering our third year of a post-AI world seems to have done little to dampen the hype around it. Buzzword or not, it’s hard to ignore the vigour in which tech is determined to crown itself the new feudal lord, constantly banging the marching drum of progress to the beat of enforced adoption. As a creative, I’m just as aware of the encroachment of AI, threatening the livelihood of artists, musicians, and writers.
By Conor Matthews8 months ago in Writers
Giving Fear A Walloping. Honorable Mention in I Wrote This Challenge.
For a long time now, I've been terrified of heights. Mortified. Can’t bloody stand them. Ever since the first moment I went up somewhere high, I knew I wanted to be on safe ground. If heaven and hell really do exist in their stereotypical positions, I think I know which one I'd rather be in.
By Euan Brennan8 months ago in Writers
Alone In A Tavern
The tavern was practically identical to thousands of others the Bounty Hunter had stopped in over the years. From the corner, a man stood up to approach them. The Hunter kept their groan internal. Women who took up the Hunt were rare, and there was always someone who had an ego big enough to try to flirt. Even if Victoria hadn't seen her husband in two years now, after her horse went lame and forced a delay that made her miss the rendevous, (then he'd been late, and sent a letter ahead to go on without him, and then...) she was still married, and those vows meant something.
By Natasja Rose8 months ago in Writers
Treasure in the Shade. Runner-Up in I Wrote This Challenge.
For what felt like an eternity to a four-year-old, I impatiently waited by the screen door for the sound of the lawn mower stopping. While Grandaddy was out mowing the lawn, I discovered a gaggle of treasures at the bottom of some forgotten drawer that I was likely not supposed to be snooping in. Running through the house, I presented the priceless baubles to Grandma. Interrupting her pea snapping, I squealed, “Grandma, look what I found!” She looked up from her task and drawled, “I’ll saaayy,” her signature response to exciting news. “What have we got here, Brittany Girl?” “Treasures,” I responded proudly.
By Brittany Shelby-Phillips8 months ago in Writers
Bliss. Honorable Mention in I Wrote This Challenge.
There it was, the Mediterranean Sea. Glittering far below me, the salt in the air unmistakable. Legs shaking, I stepped off my bicycle. I couldn’t breathe, and my head spun. Not from the effort it took to get to the top of the hill, but from the effort it took to get here.
By R.S. Sillanpaa8 months ago in Writers
a balancing act
When I was a kid, I couldn't decide what I wanted to be on Career Day. Most years, I ping-ponged between my options; a police officer, a doctor, a teacher. However, one year, I boldly declared to my class that I wanted to be a wildlife and/or exotic veterinarian while being an author and poet. My teacher was surprised, which didn't happen often.
By Alexandria Stanwyck8 months ago in Writers
Poetry Punches for Pennies
I never realized how many bills can pile up until I got a car. We don't even drive it that much or often since we work from home, but jeez. Bills be piling for everything lately. And when your brain is preoccupied with work, errands, and BILLS, creativity tends to suffer.
By Oneg In The Arctic8 months ago in Writers
Salt in the Wound
We don’t know what to do, so we write. That’s what we have to offer the world right now — our words, our stories, our art. And some days, it doesn’t feel like enough. Not when people are dying. Not when the news reads like a horror script on loop. But it does feel like something. A thread. A resistance. A way to stay human.
By River and Celia in Underland 8 months ago in Writers
