Opposing opinions are welcome.

Hi everyone! I was wondering what you all thought of this concept? I know i know, another zombie novel, i PROMISE im making this one different, i just.. dont know how yet.

EDIT!! I rewrote it and Im wondering if this is better? Thank you all

Charlie has no idea that two days after his 17th birthday, the world as he knows it will end. After a volcano erupts in an entirely different country, strange things start happening. People infected by an unknown virus in the smoke began to change. Their eyes were black, making them look hollow. Charlie is now faced with a simple task, don't die. When he later meets a group of survivors, he learns that maybe this virus isn't what he thought it was.

So the other day, I came home after a Maccas shift. I pretty much collapse onto my bed cos I got put on for 12 hours, despite being 15. Which I'm pretty sure is illegal in WA but my manager's a dick and it's weekend rates so whadaya gonna do. I'm just doomscrolling on tiktok pretty much, still wearing the shirt and the dumb hat, probably covering my bed in burger smell which means my Mum'll no doubt snap at me about it in the morning unless I wash the sheets now but i cannot be fucked. Tiktok's got nothing for me, but fucked if I'm getting up right now so I switch to reddit and I do more of the same. I mostly just have like video game subreddits and stuff in my home page but I notice a different post that sticks out. It's a recommended post from r/AITAH. It's something different, pulls me out of this sort of delirium-induced, trance-like scrolling so I open it.

"AITAH for blowing up at one of my casual employees?"

Immediately it reminds me of shithead Daren, my manager. I've seen him peel out of the car park in his spew-orange Commodore (He thinks he's so cool driving that thing but like he has to know it's like the number one bogan-mobile right? He can't be THAT far up his arse can he?) spewing out bullshit multiple times. As if anyone who happens to be leisurely strolling by the Girrawheen McDonalds car park gives a shit. And the verbal abuse isn't restricted to the outside of our fine-dining establishment by any means. I've copped it, my mates have copped it, customers cop it. He's a mess but he's all bark and it's this or KFC so fuck it right? Over-compensating dickhead.

Anyway, the post goes on to describe how the guy yelled at some "dweeby teenager" who refused to "obey" him and didn't "respect his superiority". I'd say he probably meant to say "authority" but dude literally used the word "obey", like come on. I check the comments cos I already know that reddit was gonna come down on this guy, but they're not what i expect, and not cos they're supporting him either.

->   "Don't do it dude" - 405 upvotes

->   "no way mods are leaving this up" - 299 upvotes

->   "You don't need reddit's opinion, you need professional help my guy" - 623 upvotes

I have no idea what they're talking about but I'm all the more intrigued so I go back to where I was up to. He mentions driving home from work in his "sick-ass amber Corvette". He's seemingly finished with describing the interaction that the post is supposed to be about. However, he is going on and on about how he's going to get back at this kid. Then he really goes off the rails.

“I mean I know where the fucker lives, it’s right there on every payslip” … “I’ll just go by his house first and take a look” … “He’s gonna learn his god-damned lesson”.

Now the reason why I got so freaked out from this post, and the reason why I’ve been staying at my mate’s for a few night now, is cos of something I remembered the next morning when i woke up. I had come home so exhausted from the shift so it didn’t really register at the time you know? But i swear that there was that fucking lowlife’s spew-orange, bogan bandwagon, shitbox express Holden Commodore parked right across the road.

Maybe KFC’s the way to go.

Backstory, short version. I wrote an article, ran it through Grammarly for basic spelling/grammar cleanup like literally every writer does, and clicked publish. The responses that followed weren't about the content. At all. Not one person disagreed with a claim or pointed out a flaw. The entire discussion was people confidently declaring "this is AI".

What was sad is that I received more people accusing me of using AI than actual views, almost 5 to 1. By the end, I honestly don't think people were reading the article, just people saying the same thing over and over again. I could have copied and pasted the words "glue"  or "paste" through the whole thing and I would have gotten the same response.

Anyway, that sent me down a rabbit hole into how AI detection actually works, and the numbers are worse than the "vibes-based" internet discourse suggests:

• Stanford tested seven commonly used AI detectors against real human-written essays (TOEFL essays from English speakers specifically). Average false positive rate: 61.3%. One detector flagged 97.8% of human essays as AI-generated.

• OpenAI shut down its own AI-text classifier in 2023 because it only correctly identified AI writing 26% of the time, while still incorrectly flagging real human writing.

• The reason is equally ridiculous. These detectors measure "perplexity" and "burstiness". Basically, how predictable and how varied your sentence structure is. Write cleanly and consistently (i.e., competently), and you trip the same signals as AI-generated text. The tools are structurally biased against good writing, not built to detect AI specifically.

This isn't hypothetical. Earlier this year, a New York Times "Modern Love" writer got publicly accused of secretly using AI. The evidence people cited? Parallel sentence structure, appropriate use of vocabulary, using metaphor instead of simile, and rule-of-three constructions. These are rhetorical techniques that have existed since Aristotle, and that she had reportedly been using in that column for two decades. When interviewed about the response, she basically said, "I'm just a technically skilled writer, that's it."

By the way, for the record, parallel sentence structure, appropriate use of vocabulary, using metaphor instead of simile, and rule-of-three constructions is exactly what we were taught in English Composition 102 and Methodology 301 classes in college. It's also required by the AP Stylebook, and in most journalistic and expositive writing. Well, at least it has been for the 30 plus years I have been writing professionally.

My take, which I expanded into a full piece, "that sounds like AI" has become a way to dismiss writing without engaging with it. Zero evidence required, zero burden of proof, zero actual argument. It's functionally a thought-terminating cliché. And it's spreading precisely because it costs the accuser nothing.

I write about this in a lot more detail — the detection science, the New York Times story, and why this accusation shows up disproportionately from people who never actually address the substance of what they're reading — in a piece called "That Sounds Like AI: The Last Refuge of the Intellectually Insolvent." I included the link if anyone is interested.

Curious if others here have run into this. Genuinely asking, not just plugging the article. Has "sounds like AI" replaced actual critique in your experience too?

Also, I might have said some things in my piece that are not necessarily nice or politically correct.

This is more of like an update because in my previous post I had mentioned that my word document was going to be 30,000 words and now it's actually more like 70,000 and I forgot to mention that many chapters will be intentionally short to summarize details. That would equal 329 words per chapter. Once again chapters 144 the 211 are still blank because I haven't filled in the titles yet but this story is going to be more like a big whiteboard where I can edit an alter facts as I go on because many of these stories are combined into one that I've been writing for probably about 10 years now.

If I put all the stories I had, I wouldn't doubt that it could be a million words by the time I'm done, or characters at least.

Many of them will follow an order in a sequence but many of them will be in random setting. This is in a similar manner to that of Thomas the tank engine's series.

I know it's a weird analogy, but it's the same structure where some of them are in order that won't make sense if you watch them out of order and others if you watch them randomly it'll still be enjoyable.

I do really well with structure and the reason why it's 69,420 words it's because it's the number 69 and 420... Also there are 211 draft selections in international entry draft so I figured that be easy to make and chapter 106 is going to be my mid chapter, and chapter 211 is going to be the one that I have a really good ending with about life being short in the have a good valuable ending meaning to enjoy every moment as you can because you never know when it's your last and I think that's pretty deep.

Shocking, isn't it?

I wrote a short story. Only a few pages on Google documents. But I have big holes in my education so I asked chat gpt to fix the grammar. What i got back was WAY different from what I spent days and days typing. It was seperated into parts....it had added paragraphs...and my story did have super power elements but my original had my charecter just move to a fire watch tower in the woods......after asking chat gpt to fix the grammar the damn thing made my character some kind of avanger level person and I didnt like it. I still have my original Google document I never meant to publish or brag but chat gpt actually ruined my story....i wish I would've asked a human to proof read it.....

Happy Sunday Everyone,

Below is a link to my most recent Substack publication for anyone that is interested.

Much love

-B

https://btheauthor.substack.com/p/the-divine-feminine-and-divine-masculine?sd=pf

NaNoWriMo is gone, so here’s a new challenge — write 100k+ words between November 1, 2025 and January 31, 2026. Everyone who finishes gets $120.

It doesn’t need to be a novel. If you want to write 100k words across a bunch of blog posts, that’s ok!

Ok, so what’s the catch?

I’m doing this to promote Koala Quill, a social accountability platform for writers. Accountability is like dental work — everyone needs it, but we all dread it. Inviting your friends over for a root canal doesn’t generate much excitement.

Even when I run paid ads, the response feels like I’m promoting a seminar on footnote formatting. But mention free money? Suddenly, everyone pays attention. Apparently I needed to bribe my way into your hearts.

There’s no entry fee. You do not need to be a premium user to enter.

Details are explained in the official rules, but here’s the essentials:

• You must write all 100k words on Koala Quill. (I also have a Chrome extension if you prefer writing elsewhere.) Only words written using a human-controlled input device count toward the challenge. Pasting in text is fine, but those words don’t count toward your total.

• Use of automated input methods and keyboard mashing are prohibited. My platform employs keystroke pattern analysis and idle-time monitoring to detect suspicious activity.

• If you write 10 words, delete them, then write 10 more, that counts as 20 words.

• You retain all rights to your work.

How do I join?

Head over to koalaquill.com and make a free account. Then, visit the challenge application.

Ready to actually write that novel you’ve been putting off? Let’s get started!

My background: I have no education in writing at all. I'm completely self taught. I also have ADHD, this is something I've struggled with all my life. I have a really easy time starting projects, and a really hard time finishing them.

I won multiple fiction contests when I was a teenager for short stories I wrote. I had a story of mine published when I was 12, it was in an anthology of stories by tweens and teens. I had an English teacher who told my parents I was a prodigy writer.

I started the novel I'm currently working on in 2021. It took me two years to write six chapters. I have a really hard time focusing, like most people do with ADHD. I got hooked up with an editor through some writer friends. He read my work and told me I have a lot of raw talent.

Around the same time I started working with him, I also joined a discord server for writers in my city. And I really liked the conversations we would have on voice chat, etc. Well, there was one night when everyone in the voice chat was sitting around talking about ChatGPT. A lot of these people use it to outline and brainstorm. And they all were discussing it in such a casual way. And a lot of these people are published authors.

Well, here is either my downfall, or my game changer, depending on how you choose to see it. I told my editor that I didn't think I would ever finish this book, because at the rate I'm going it will take me ten years to write it. And I told my editor it's really hard for me to get a first draft written. And I know people are going to read this and call me a liar. But I swear this happened. He recommended that I try drafting with SudoWrite, and then re-writing the drafts.

This is how I got into using AI. I didn't just wake up one day and decide, "Hey, I'm gonna use AI today." It was recommended to me by more than one professional. And before everyone assumes, my editor is not some fly-by-night freelancer who no one has ever heard of. He is vetted and has a good reputation. I won't be giving his name.

And so, I started using GPT to write outlines. I wrote a 4k word summary of the whole novel, it took me over an hour to write. I included character descriptions, all the plot points, etc. And I asked for an outline. And then I tweaked the outline until it was to my liking. That was the first game changer for me. And then on the chapters where I was really stuck with the draft, I used SudoWrite to make a draft and then I rewrote it. I did this for about 10 chapters (The novel has over 30 chapters.)

I'm sure people will say I'm just making excuses or lying. But I really was under the impression that this is just something people did. I have like 12 other writers on Discord talking about ChatGPT like it's the best writing assistant ever, and I have my editor telling me to make a shitty AI first draft and rewrite it. I took the advice of professionals.

I have a hard time varying sentence structure. So I also use to do this thing with GPT where I would give it a random sentence and ask it to re-write the sentence ten different ways. These weren't even sentences from my story. It would be something random like, "Jane and Bob have two dogs." And by doing that, I started getting a lot more creative with the way I structure my sentences. And the flow of my work has gotten a lot better because my sentences are a lot more varied now, etc.

And now, after rewriting ten chapters that SudoWrite drafted, I'm starting to see rewriting AI chapters as more of a pain in the ass than it's worth, and I'm starting to feel like it's just easier to write my own draft. And so, I have six chapters left, and I've decided, no more AI drafts. I'm also giving myself a deadline on each chapter. Because it took me two years to write the first six chapters. It won't take me that long to write the last six.

I posted a much shorter thread here the other day about this same topic. I didn't have as much time to sit and really write everything out. And instead of having any real discussion, most people just wanted to yell at me. For me, this was an exercise in figuring some things out and a huge game changer. Everything in my book was written by me. It's human text. And I don't feel bad about how I got there.

So many people online are stuck on this idea that if anyone uses AI in any capacity at all then they're not a "real writer." Ok, but who decides what a real writer is?

I have two photographers in my family. Back in the 90s when Photoshop first came out, any Photographer who used it was a hack and it was considered this huge taboo thing. Now everyone uses it. I have a fine art degree and my focus was on digital art and film. In was a digital artist in the mid aughts when it was still a new medium. And back then Digital art got so much hate. I heard so many times that I"m not a real artist. Digital art takes no skill, etc. Now it's just as respected as a medium as anything else.

If someone looks up synonyms to find a better word to use, does that mean they aren't a real writer because they didn't know those words on their own? If someone writes better when they have classical music playing, does that mean they're not a real writer because they can't write as well in silence? I smoke weed when I write because it helps me focus and my writing is just better when I"m stoned. Does that mean I'm not a real writer because I can't write as well sober? If AI helped someone write better, how is that any different than other things that help us write better?

I don't think that AI will replace human writers. I can tell immediately when something was AI generated because AI writing is awful. But, I do think it has it's place as a teaching tool, organizational tool, etc, for those who utilize it right. And, it's not going anywhere. So, adopt, adapt, or atrophy. I'm about to finish a novel that I probably would have never finished had I not taken that plunge. I'm glad I had this experience. I always had the talent. This just helped me hone the craft.

Feel free to reply. I would love to have an actual discussion about this. If you're just going to yell at me and tell me what a POS I am, I'm not interested. This isn't middle school and we're not on the playground.

“Melissa, lunch please,” came a commanding voice over the intercom. Melissa tore her eyes away from her spreadsheet and ambled over to the kitchen to heed her CEO’s request. Just shy of six feet tall, petite, with a busty figure and a firm, tight derriere, Melissa was precisely the type of personal assistant you would expect to find at a hedge fund as prestigious as MacMillan & Co. She moved with a sleek, purposeful elegance, a carryover from her many years as a runway model on the high streets of the Milan fashion scene.

Reaching into a refrigerated tank in the middle of the kitchen, Melissa grabbed a handful of live frogs and placed them in a large bucket, topping them off with a good measure of dead flies from a jar on the counter. She could sense that her boss was hungry today. With lunch in tow, Melissa strolled back into the well-furnished office complex, her perfect buttocks gyrating with each step, and stopped at a mahogany door emblazoned with the initials T.M. After a courtesy knock, she entered the office.

Trevor MacMillan sat powerfully at a gigantic oak desk, his hulking figure poring over the company’s impressive quarterly financials. Trevor was no ordinary crocodile. From his humble beginnings as a fresh-faced intern in the swamps of the Okahara in the Amazon, he had worked tirelessly to establish MacMillan & Co. into the financial powerhouse it is today. Truth be told, this was among the many reasons why Melissa had secretly fallen in love with him.

“Smells great” remarked Trevor, in his signature baritone. Melissa glided over to the very expensive oak desk in the middle of the office and laid the bucket onto the polished marble floor. Trevor glanced up from his desk and peered into the bucket. “Extra flies!” he boomed, “You know me all too well”. Trevor smiled, revealing several rows of perfect white teeth. “Although you do know I’m trying to watch my figure.”

“I thought you might appreciate a little extra today,” Melissa met his smile with a stunning one of her own. “Besides, I think your figure is amazing.”

“Thank you, Melissa. That’ll be all.” Trevor gave her another chiseled smile and returned to his work. Melissa felt her heart skip a beat as she curtsied and exited the office. On her way out, Trevor couldn’t help but steal a glance at her dazzling backside. He had of course shared many a bed with his fair share of exceedingly-attractive females: Playboy playmates, A-List actresses, not to mention some of the most desirable crocodiles in all the Amazon. But there was something about Melissa that excited him primally, something that stoked a fire deep inside him that he was simply powerless to extinguish. Little did Melissa know, that Trevor had himself fallen madly in love with her.

Trevor sighed deeply and emptied the entire bucket of frogs into his mouth.

I'm a software developer who also happens to be an amerature writer. I have a blog with 5k followers, and I'm working on my second book (never been published, though).

Writer's block is a huge issue, and I've tried three times to make an app that helps writers overcome this problem. But each time, I end up discovering that writers don't find my app as useful as I had hoped.

Here's my question -- what's your biggest pain points when it comes to writing? If you could have an app/website/service designed

I've never charged for any of the services I have released, and have never run any ads. I just really want to support the writing community.

How can I help?

Hey guys, so I'm basically looking for someone to write me a sexy story about British model Rosie Jones: https://www.reddit.com/search?q=rosie+jones

I have a number of ideas for the scene, but I would like to hear your ideas too!

1.You are a night porter in a posh hotel in London. Rosie gets very drunk at the bar, and the manager asks you to escort her back to her room. She is extremely drunk as she holds on to you, and you just can't help but take advantage of the situation. You start groping her, especially her boobs, and take pictures etc... (I don't want full on rape!!!)

2.You are a young interviewer working for a gossip magazine. You get to interview Rosie with fellow model India Reynolds ( https://www.reddit.com/search?q=india+reynolds ) in a hotel suite. The girls are very flirty, which makes you ask more and more dirty questions. They flash their boobs etc... And then it turns into a jerk off encouragement scene.

Since I realise that it will take you some time to write the story, so I am willing to repay you by sending sexy pics of myself in return. I'm 23, blonde, bisexual, and always up for some fun:

http://imgur.com/a/tA9An

The longer and better your story is, the more pics I'll send you! I'd also like to make this a long term arrangement if we are a good match. So try to make the story as detailed and as good as you can! I'd prefer you used Reddit to write the story as its much easier to read :)

Hope to hear from you soon!

Anna

I am making a story and it involves Charon owning the Titanic (because its a dead ship). Is it allowed?

Does God have a penis?

What if he does, what’s it there for?
Does he use it? (Mary didn’t see it.)
Does it empty his bladder?
Is there a bladder? A stomach to fill it?
Would he need to eat? Would he need?
Needs diluted to wants,
watered-down and winding into whimsy?

Perhaps it’s ornamental?
To meet us half way?
But if it is for show,
who would he show it to?

Could it be a penile appendix?
Required in version 1.0,
retired in the current model?
Earlier models that... evolved?
Reproduced?
Until one arbitrary day it stopped?
Was he once one of us?
Is he still capable of being us?
My God- I hope not. I hope so.

But what if there is no penis?
You can erase the penis if there is no God.
But that seems a rather lazy way out.
To wish them both away.
That feels too cocky and self-assured.

But what of the sans penis God?
Would a vagina leap in to take its place?
But that flips the problem from out to in.
A holy, holey, wholly different case.

No penis, no man, no father.
No patriarchy.
No vagina, no woman, no mother.
No matriarchy.
No gender neutrality to flow to fluidity.
No analog sexuality or asexual identity.
No race or ethnicity or hereditary indignity.

But what of the books?
Would we cast out the lot?
Would bearded paintings require a shave?
Imagine the jumble of pronouns alone.
So much hangs from that eternal tip!

But before we light it all on fire-
perhaps it best that instead we inquire:
Did we see the truth through a scope too small?
And perhaps, just perhaps, miss the point of it all?

You can see his face, if willing to die-
did no one stop to wonder why?
It is not us, this other being-
the all powerful, all knowing, all seeing thing.

To take the love and leave the lust,
to reach above with no less trust-
to start over, to search it out,
to be curious what it’s all about.
This is the thing. The essential being.

I want to know if anyone here is forgiving enough, considering how people feel about the use of AI in writing. I see how people feel about it and how critical of it they are. But if someone were still learning to write and wants to write, if they’d at some point had used AI to write, if they wanted to start writing with their own ideas and inspirations, would you judge them for their past or would you encourage them to do better.

James Wilson, was a 28-year-old recovering CHS (Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome) Sufferer.

Wilson started using Cannabis in 2011 at the age of 16, then was using it daily by the end of 2012.

From 2013-2016, Wilson was consistently smoking about 3.5g grams (⅛ ounce) of Cannabis daily.

Then in early 2017, Wilson, then 21, began experiencing episodes of violent vomiting and abdominal pains.

Wilson would often treat his symptoms with hot showers and baths.

Wilson was not sure of the cause, and continued suffering several episodes annually for years.

It wasn't until the summer of 2020, when Wilson learned of a condition better known as CHS, matching his symptoms.

On September 15, 2020, Wilson discontinued using Cannabis entirely at the age of 25.

As of March 2024, Wilson is three and a half years Cannabis free and no longer suffers anymore CHS episodes.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.

Some people travel like it’s nothing. Like they’re just running to Tesco or getting on a train for the weekend. Passport, phone charger, toothbrush, done. They don’t really have to think about it.

Other people have to build a whole case for why they should be allowed to go anywhere.

Bank statements, work letters, proof of address, proof of return flights, proof of savings, proof they’re not going to overstay, proof they’re not suspicious, proof of basically everything except whether they’re actually a human being with a life.

And I honestly think if you’ve got a “good” passport, it’s very easy to not notice how insane that is.

Because for some people, a passport is just a travel document. For other people, it decides how much friction they’re going to face every time they try to do anything. Study somewhere. Work somewhere. Visit family. Go to a wedding. Go to a funeral. Start over. Take an opportunity.

That difference is enormous, but it gets talked about like it’s just paperwork.

And “paperwork” makes it sound minor, like a boring errand. But it’s not minor when one missing document can cost someone a job, or a place at university, or months of waiting, or thousands in fees, or just the chance to be somewhere they need to be.

That’s what gets me about it. The whole thing is cruel in such a boring, administrative way.

Not dramatic cruelty. Just forms. Queues. Website errors. Appointments three months away. “Under review.” “Missing information.” “Please provide additional documents.”

Those phrases sound neutral until they completely derail someone’s life.

I’ve travelled with friends who had to carry folders full of documents just to get through a process I barely even think about. And I’ve had moments where I realised I was moving through an airport with basically zero resistance while the person next to me was being asked to explain their entire existence.

That really stays with you.

I remember being at an airport once with a friend who had a job lined up abroad. Everything was ready. He had the contract, the accommodation details, the insurance, the bank statements, all of it. Proper folder, everything organized.

I handed over my passport and got through almost immediately.

He handed over document after document and still got stopped because one thing apparently wasn’t in the exact form they wanted. Not fake. Not missing, exactly. Just not the right version. Wrong signature format. Something like that.

And that was it. “Step aside.”

That kind of thing is what makes me angry, because people talk about mobility like it’s about ambition or planning or being responsible enough. But sometimes it’s literally just luck. Luck of birthplace. Luck of nationality. Luck of having the passport that gets treated as trustworthy before you even open your mouth.

Not talent. Not work ethic. Not kindness. Not whether you deserve the chance.

Just luck.

And once you see that, it’s hard not to notice how much people confuse privilege with personal merit.

People think, well I managed to move abroad, I booked the flight, I sorted the forms, I made it happen. And sometimes, yes, they did put effort in. But they also may have had a document that made the whole world meet them halfway.

Other people can do everything right and still get stuck because a website crashes, an appointment is delayed, a clerk doesn’t like one detail, or some office decides they need one more thing before they can make a decision.

That’s not a small inconvenience. That can change the course of someone’s life.

I think what bothers me most is how invisible this kind of inequality is to the people who benefit from it. If doors keep opening for you, you start to think that’s just normal. You don’t realise other people are standing outside knocking for months, sometimes years.

And then there’s the humiliation of it. Having to constantly prove that your reasons are good enough. That your finances are stable enough. That your ties to home are strong enough. That your intentions are harmless enough. Having to turn your whole life into a stack of documents and hope a stranger finds it convincing.

It’s bleak.

I’m not saying countries can’t have borders or rules. Obviously they do. But I do think people should be more honest about what these systems are actually doing.

Freedom of movement is not handed out based on character or need. A lot of the time it’s handed out based on nationality, money, and whether the country holding your passport is considered desirable, safe, useful, politically aligned, whatever.

A passport is meant to confirm who you are.

In reality, it also affects how much the world believes you, trusts you, welcomes you, or blocks you.

And if you’ve never had to think about that, that itself is privilege.

That’s all I mean by passport privilege. Not that some people have literally never dealt with airport stress, but that some people get treated like movement is naturally available to them, while others have to justify it over and over again.

And that gap is way bigger, and way crueler, than people like to admit.