“Why are we hiding here in the rain while our enemies feast in comfort?” Brythan said, seething.
“Don’t hate the rain,” Tykka replied. “It falls without thought for mortals. The rain is impartial. Unlike our families, it hates no one. Instead, it offers all life, regardless of who we love.”
I had originally scheduled a much longer story for today, but tomorrow’s offering is a very long blog post about an experiment I did with OpenAI’s ChatGPT. I thought two long posts in a row might be a little much, so I did a little rearranging.
This story is in response to a prompt from Justin Deming of Along the Hudson. “Write a fifty-word story (fiction, poem, or work of CNF) that involves rain. Bring on the downpours and drizzles! Let’s see a deluge of stories.”
You can read the stories from other writers and add one of your own at Along the Hudson.
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Thanks to Justin for the prompt. Please feel free to leave a comment.
Lovely story and image, Dascha!
Nice. And true. The same rain falls on the evil and the good.