Our Beautiful 'Planet' (A writing call)
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It’s another normal day–you wake up and the sun is shining warm and bright in the sky above.
But it’snotthe sun, and that’snot reallythe sky.
It’s a screen thatsurrounds the planet.
Butit’snot reallya planetanymore, is it?
It’s more machine than anything.
No longerhuman.
When was the last time you saw the sky?
You can’t recall.You get ready for the day, and go out to head to work.
But wait–you don’t have a job anymore.
It was taken from you.
A computer works your job for you.
“For the sake of money,” your employers explained.
“Everything’s a little tight right now, and everyone’s suffering,” they say, filled with false sympathy for you.Sometimes you wonder if your employers are even human.
Sure, they look the part, but they lack the soul.
They’re richer than you, so they don’t understand the struggle of trying to make a living, or worrying about not having a job.
Do they even have feelings?
Or are they like the computers that took your job?You think to yourself that you’ll read a book to pass the time and get your mind off things.
You pick up one of your favorite books that you know almost completely by heart, and begin to read.
As you progress further through the story, you frown.
No, these can’t possibly be the words.
You’ve read this book too many times not to remember this.
Something is wrong here.
The words are wrong, and the plot is slowly delving into madness, straying into something else entirely.
You forgot–your last copy got taken, and used to train these computers.
They rewrote it.
This is not the same story you loved before.You go about your day, trying to stay sane.
The day grows hotter and hotter, the sunscreenglowing brighter, becoming almost blinding.
It’s summer, you think.
But you can’t remember the last time you had true seasons in your lifetime.
When was the last time you felt snow fall and melt upon your skin?As the day winds down, the
screensky fades to night, and the starscamerasbegin to twinkle, like there’s a little hope left.But you lay awake in bed, knowing that this has been your life for as long as you can remember, and no one will change anything.
In the end, you will be forced to find companionship in everything artificial, as the last humans die out, just as you will.
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I just submitted it, I’ll let you know if I hear anything back!
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also if you can’t tell, this was kind of inspired by erasure poetry and also those really unsettling spoken poems where its very dystopian and overwhelming, but uncomfortable because it’s true
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⛧𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔞⛧ It’s deep seeking and majestic in a sense
God help them.
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it breaks down the way the world from the past intertwines with the new upcoming age of reality we have now, ai, etc,
God help them.
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Kenji OUGH thank you it’s not my usual writing style, and I kinda struggled with it (pushed it out in under an hour </3 fml)
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Kenji OK YES AND THATS KINDA WHAT I WAS GOING FOR- yES
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you are very welcome lol, you did wonderful for the timeframe you did it under. i use to write but i lost motivation
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Kenji it’s never too late to get back into it
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⛧𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔞⛧ you’re right but i have nooo motivation
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Kenji trust me gangalang- writer’s block when you’re trying to write a whole ass book is EXHAUSTING
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⛧𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔞⛧ a whole book is insane, ive tried before but got sidetrack of doom LOL
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Kenji yeahhh I originally started it last year as a school thing, ended up turning in 6 pages EXACTLY in google docs with i think .5 margins on each side </3
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⛧𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔞⛧ actually aura, i did the exact same thing but i ended up with 84 pages idk what margin i had
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Kenji HELLO??? 84??? DAMN-
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⛧𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔞⛧ LOL yeah, i fell in love with writing for awhile back in school. it let me express myself on a whole different level
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Kenji dude 84 pages is mad respect- idk if i could pull that off
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⛧𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔞⛧ if you pure your heart into it, you most def can
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Kenji defo just gotta find the motivation good lord i need that shakespeare shit to come back
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⛧𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔞⛧ i feel you on that one LOL
