#simple story

[cursedcurehead]

You whispered wait for me

Be true my love's for you

The mystery the calls the letters

Saving it all for you

The seasons changed

Your voice still sounds the same

It's June again

I've learnt to hide the pain

[estelessar]

Just saw The Creator and I 🥺

[katherinesbrain]

Made a small update to Simple Story. Added more examples to its database focusing on the first paragraph. It’s free to use through ChatGPT. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy!

[chloesimaginationthings]

I love Michael Afton's story in FNAF..

[crypticoctoberdays]

Day 14: Girl’s Night.

Days roll by and soon they become weeks. Weeks become years. Years become decades. Time is ever turning. You never realize how much you need your best friends until they are gone. You can make more but honestly who has time for that anymore? Even then sometimes I feel alone even with my friends. Tonight was one of those nights. The nights were an escape is deathly impossible to grasp. I went out to get some air. My friends said it would be fun. It wasn’t. You see my friends started to grow closer over the years. Closer than I was to them. I think they fell in love and got afraid to tell me but I also question myself. It’s been me, Franny, and Dollia for as long as we could remember. We went to high school together. Walked home from school together. Even did homework together. Then came graduation. We all split. Nothing too unseen. It’s normal for friends to separate. Now however, it seems almost as if Dollia and Franny has formed a secret friendship. A deeper one. The two of them planned this get together and they dragged me out of work. They said that I should get out more and I caved. Normally I’m high strong however today was different. It isn’t often where friends unite from high school or anything. However now that I’m older I notice things. Maybe they were always like this before but…The way Dollia laughs as Franny playfully shoves her or the way Franny holds on to Dollia’s arm any time she gets. It makes my blood boil. I don’t understand why it bothers me so much. This is a girl’s night after all. This was supposed to be fun. Maybe I’m just over thinking it…As the night becomes later we drink more, think less, talk a lot. We talk about the things that used to be. The stupid girls, the stupid boys, the stupid people, stupid school, stupid work. Everything under the sun. As we speak I realize even if I feel out of place, my friends are there. It doesn’t matter if they are in love or if they are not. I still matter. I am not replaceable. We all are one of a kind.

[the-ow]

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[samerpal]

Honestly, I’m not asking for much. What would mean the world 🌎 to me and my family right now is simply a message from you—a kind question about how my family is doing or how my children are holding up. This small gesture of care is enough to remind us that we’re not forgotten.

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[orxinus]

i needed a Ford to fit my every desire

he's talking to Deity Bill Cipher here

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.

[oldinterneticons]

I am doing probably the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life and am going to Vegas for When We Were Young, so in honour of that, a collection of some of the bands playing.

[cheesenchalk]

i never know how to phrase it but something about the way beatles biographers and people in general view paul's reflexive placating persona and determination to smooth things over as manipulative or duplicitous and john's reflexive barbed persona and habit of lashing out as brave and subversive despite both being equally defensive mechanisms to shield themselves from the world that resulted in them saying things that weren't true says more about how we culturally view kindness or friendliness as inherently untrustworthy or flimsy and anger and carelessness as more believable as someone's true nature than it says about either of them in actuality

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a series of drawings featuring Riz Gukgak from D20 Fantasy High. In the first, Pok holds Riz's shoulders in heaven as says, smiling, when you work until the dead of night, your friends know you do it because you love them. In the second, Riz is having a group hug with his party and the text reads, but is it really love that drives you, Riz Gukgak... In the next, a desperate, pleading Riz clutches the shoulder of an indifferent, faceless person and the text continues, ...or is it fear? In the fourth, Riz is younger and digging through crystals with bleeding hands; the text reads, what use are you when you can no longer dig. In the fifth, Kalina, shrouded in darkness with only her eyes glowing, reaches towards the camera with a smile; the text reads, when you're too scared to think. Sixth, Riz is filling out Fig and Kristen's papers under the light of a lamp, serious and tired; the text reads, when you're too tired to work. Seventh, Riz is lying in bed, eyes hidden behind hair, hand on his father's picture; the text reads, too sad to keep the mood up. Eighth, Baron stares into the camera; the text reads, too lonely, too insecure, too weird. Ninth, Baron is holding a defeated Riz by the throat; the text reads, to keep moving? Tenth, Riz is standing in the distance, holding his briefcase, and behind him is a football/soccer ball; the text reads, what use is a ball that can no longer roll? The last drawing just says none in brackets on a dark background. End ID]

[katherinesbrain]

Created a GPT that takes the most simplest of story prompts and expands on it. Enjoy a Simple Story.

[soulrms]

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[andyoullhearitagain]

Literally they could have stopped making Deep Space Nine and made seven seasons of this show and I would have been happy.