u/Thick-Leadership-710

This is a fantasy and I have been working on it for a while, but I am confused on how I should proceed. So, recently I am troubled over two types of writing styles. I think I can do both of them fairly easily, but one sounds totally distinct than the other.

So to put it bluntly I am looking for these 3 things:

1. Is text A good for a fantasy novel
2. is text B good for a fantasy novel
3. should I combine both of them but separate them through chapters or alternate them between different scenes.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/109MgRzYPQjtoEbXbtwy8\_cjpek9cZPCl9lt706T6-7s/edit?usp=drivesdk

So, recently I am troubled over two types of writing styles. I think I can do both of them fairly easily, but one sounds totally distinct than the other. Thus, in the link below there are 2 small texts about 200 words each that I have written. What I am looking for is advice on which sounds better, so you can ignore the plot on both of them. I would appreciate if you gave it a try and let me know if text 1 or text 2 is better, or Not that I should combine them together to create a text 3.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/109MgRzYPQjtoEbXbtwy8_cjpek9cZPCl9lt706T6-7s/edit?usp=drivesdk

I really need to get this out of my system. I’ve never been this baffled, bewildered and disappointed in my life.

It started as I was reading a post in a subreddit that is very much against Ai in any shape or form. They have mentioned this repeatedly and it’s in their community highlights.

So I started reading. OP wanted advice on her work and I was like “sure I’ll help out.”

But the very few words of her post went something like this, “my titties are on fire!” And “I asked one of our robo-pals and they said my writing is great!”

So not only was I flashed the very moment I started reading, but I was also offended. Pals? Robo-“pals”!?? They ain’t no pals! Need I remind us once again that this was all in a subreddit which is against ai and there wasn’t even an NSFW tag on it.

So I started my reply like so:
“Firstly, the clankers you call robo pals are just people pleasing.
Secondly the mention of said clankers (emphasis on the hard r) is forbidden and against the rules of this community. So I won’t waste much time arguing why using them is such a bad idea”

Now I have to admit, reading it back aloud does sound kinda racist, especially because of the hard r reference. A sense of humor I picked up from comedians like “Matt and Justus” on YouTube. But I had no time for a re-edit or anything and I thought I’ll add this as a little joke.

And so I gave my honest review. (OP wanted it to be brutal but I was still pretty respectful, even OP found nothing offensive in the post.)

And then comes along the sunshine of a brand new day. I hop on reddit to procrastinate. See 6 brand new notifications and go, “Wow, finally some reviews about my writing.” But no, they were not about my writing. They were from fellow authors that said I’m just projecting my racism. And I was shocked. “You can be racist against Ai!!!???”

Is Ai really gonna care that I call it a clanker. Since when was Ai ever a race! And when other people do it, it is fine, but when I say it I’m “projecting my racism onto others.” Like are we for real???

So yeah, that sure was a weird experience. I guess it’s safe to say if we ever get our Ai overlords then I am cooked. But most importantly I was offended by the mods that took my post down as it was “hurtful to the community.” So that’s why I came here to rant.

It started as I was reading a post in a subreddit that is very much against Ai in any shape or form. They have mentioned this repeatedly and it’s in their community highlights.

So I started reading. OP wanted advice on her work and I was like “sure I’ll help out.”

But the very few words of her post went something like this, “my titties are on fire!” And “I asked one of our robo-pals and they said my writing is great!”

So not only was I flashed the very moment I started reading, but I was also offended. Pals? Robo-“pals”!?? They ain’t no pals! Need I remind us once again that this was all in a subreddit which is against ai and there wasn’t even an NSFW tag on it.

So I started my reply like so:
“Firstly, the clankers you call robo pals are just people pleasing.
Secondly the mention of said clankers (emphasis on the hard r) is forbidden and against the rules of this community. So I won’t waste much time arguing why using them is such a bad idea”

Now I have to admit, reading it back aloud does sound kinda racist, especially because of the hard r reference. A sense of humor I picked up from comedians like “Matt and Justus” on YouTube. But I had no time for a re-edit or anything and I thought I’ll add this as a little joke.

And so I gave my honest review. (OP wanted it to be brutal but I was still pretty respectful, even OP found nothing offensive in the post.)

And then comes along the sunshine of a brand new day. I hop on reddit to procrastinate. See 6 brand new notifications and go, “Wow, finally some reviews about my writing.” But no, they were not about my writing. They were from fellow authors that said I’m just projecting my racism. And I was shocked. “You can be racist against Ai!!!???”

Is Ai really gonna care that I call it a clanker. Since when was Ai ever a race! And when other people do it, it is fine, but when I say it I’m “projecting my racism onto others.” Like are we for real???

So yeah, that sure was a weird experience. I guess it’s safe to say if we ever get our Ai overlords then I am cooked. Perhaps this was just a canon event for the start of my journey. My journey as a jerk.

Whenever I shower I get the most insane ideas. One of them was a lab cat in space, and 2 weeks later here I am.

Any type of advice or feedback is welcomed and appreciated. But if I had to say what I was specifically looking for then it would be these few things:

1. are the dialogues good? Do the characters sound distinct?

2. Is the introduction a nice hook? Is it confusing or clear enough that the MC is a cat?

3. does the ending feel rushed? And should I have added more drama between MC and Elaine.

Thanks for taking your time and I hope you enjoy this piece ;)

Chapter 1:

It was bright as day in Arizona. Or at least, that was what Veronica could make out through the dirty window. Half of the Earth sparkled with white foam floating about, while the rest faded into the pitch black void of emptiness, and it didn’t make it any better; that the specs of moon-dust showered across the window like meteorites in the night sky. Though how pretty they may be; her view was somewhat obstructed.

“What a terrible job! I can’t conceive how a hooman can show such laziness. Undoubtedly this must be the work of that lethargic lauren”

Veronica huffed as she jumped from the ledge. Her paws landed onto the cushions below without as much as a muffle. She walked though the metallic corridors with her whiskers down and tail low in disappointment. The hatches swooshed open to greet her. As they should, after all she was practically royalty. Her fur was as white and fluffy as the clouds and so was her siblings, and her mothers and even her mother’s mother. She was the purest a pure breed could be. A Persian with short whiskers and a long tail, blue eyes deeper than the Mariana Trench, and a marvelous coat felines would die for. There’s no end to describing her elegant features and If you could one day be blessed by her presence, then her intro alone would’ve lasted for nine lives.

Then out of nowhere, a familiar voice echoed through the station, growing ever so louder.

“Veronica! Where are you dear.” Her ears immedialty perked up by the sweet and soft tone and she raced, flashing through the corridors towards the comforting sound. Few moments later, she collided against the leg of the giantess. It was her humble servant, a human in a tight blue suit. Like those one-piece-suits workers would wear.

Veronica lunged at her leg, jumping and scratching as she spoke, though it didn’t leave a mark, “my humble servant, Elaine. I demand you to give me these ‘upsies’ that you call, this very instant!”

But such commands were unnecessary, not as if she could ever understand those meows Veronica moaned. In the meantime Elaine picked up the cat and held her close to her chest and the cat gently cuddled in her arms as the human petted her cheeks.

“Where were you silly V, I was lookin all over for you.” She sighed.

“I was busy staring upon our home, but the dusty window was ruthless and denied me such a breathtaking view, dare I sa-” however her speech was rudely interrupted by the sudden purrs as the hands made their way down to her chin. “Ah yes hooman… I shall forgive you for your insolence… of making me purr… if you just… yeaahhh… right there…” her eyes became weak and her tail swayed uncontrollably. This session continued as they made their way through the station.

After a few purrs more, Veronica sensed something was wrong. The eerie and frightening sensation was almost tangible. Her whiskers began to rise.

She tried to jump out of the fluffy pocket she was buried in, but Elaine caught her before she could, holding her tighter and nearly stumbling in the process. Her voice began to crack, sweat seeping through her forehead and she shakingly said, “There’s no reason to be sacred sweety. After all, your new packets of Kittioes have arrived. Why don’t you stay still till we reach there okay?” Her eyes seemed hollow, devoid of the warmth the cat felt before and Veronica could feel, that Elaine was picking up the pace.

increase in pace. Tight hugs. Unexplained perspiration… Could it be? The thought ran a shiver down her spine. Her mind spiraled. *Its inconceivable. We just had it 2 weeks ago!*Yet as they turned the corner, her worst fears came to light. A sharp pungent smell burned her nose, and she knew… she was done for.

“There’s no point in resisting Veronica, we are almost there!” Elaine shouted and darted through the passageway. Carrying the now feral cat. “Unhand me now! YOU VILE VERMON!” She hissed as she twisted and thrashed around to break the hold. Yet her attempts were futile; Elaine veered right and the door opened wide, welcoming the ensuing chaos.

“Now docter Blaine!” She yelled. And threw the cat at him!

Veronica screamed, turning at impossible angles to avoid him, but to no use. In a swish motion with medical precision the doctor wrapped the furious feline in a towel. A cats worst nightmare. The burrito.

Elaine sighed, exasperated. “Thanks for helping me out with this doctor.”

“No worries dear.” He replied. “It’s my duty to ensure the well being of my patients.” He looked towards the hissing cat on the table. “No matter how ferocious they be… Anyhow.” He clapped his hands and took his seat. “Sit down and I’ll take care of it.” Thus the room went calm, except for the pleading cat.

“Please Doctor I need thisss! My nails are too precious and innocent to be guillotined!” Yet the doctor paid no heed to her cries and brought out his dangerous weapon. The Clawnomore-nator 3000. “Well. Shall we begin.” He held a paw and with light pressure forced the claws out. All Veronica could do was hold back her tears, however, as the clipper floated above the nail in position to chop… an alarm rang. A defeating siren overpowered the room and red lights began to flash.

“ALL UNITS TO THE COMMAND CENTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.”

Suddenly Veronica was flung off the table, still in the burrito but now held as more like a handbag as they raced away. All wondering the same thing. What in the hell just happened.

whenever I find a novel to read, I faintly notice the chs/week on it. Now, most of the times it’s 10-15 or even 21 but sometimes it can go up to 30 or even 40 on novels with hundreds of chapters, and immediately I go “this has got to be Ai, there’s no way an author is pumping out 40ish chapters a week without either being handcuffed down in the basement or simply using Ai.

And thus,I am here left wondering, how many chapters a week should you aim for and what’s that limit number that starts to become suspicious.

It was bright as day in Arizona. Or at least, that was what Veronica could make out through the dirty window. Half of the Earth sparkled with white foam floating about, while the rest faded into the pitch black void of emptiness, and it didn’t make it any better; that the specs of moon-dust showered across the window like meteorites in the night sky. Though how pretty they may be; her view was somewhat obstructed.

\*“What a terrible job! I can’t conceive how a hooman can show such laziness. Undoubtedly this must be the work of that lethargic lauren”\*

Veronica huffed as she jumped from the ledge. Her paws landed onto the cushions below without as much as a muffle. She walked though the metallic corridors with her whiskers down and tail low in disappointment. The hatches swooshed open to greet her. As they should, after all she was practically royalty. Her fur was as white and fluffy as the clouds and so was her siblings, and her mothers and even her mother’s mother. She was the purest a pure breed could be. A Persian with short whiskers and a long tail, blue eyes deeper than the Mariana Trench, and a marvelous coat felines would die for. There’s no end to describing her elegant features and If you could one day be blessed by her presence, then her intro alone would’ve lasted for nine lives.

Then out of nowhere, a familiar voice echoed through the station, growing ever so louder.
“Veronica! Where are you dear.” Her ears immedialty perked up by the sweet and soft tone and she raced, flashing through the corridors towards the comforting sound. Few moments later, she collided against the leg of the giantess. It was her humble servant, a human in a tight blue suit. Like those one-piece-suits workers would wear.

Veronica lunged at her leg, jumping and scratching as she spoke, though it didn’t leave a mark, “my humble servant, Elaine. I demand you to give me these ‘upsies’ that you call, this very instant!”

But such commands were unnecessary, not as if she could ever understand those meows Veronica moaned. In the meantime Elaine picked up the cat and held her close to her chest and the cat gently cuddled in her arms as the human petted her cheeks. “Where were you silly V, I was lookin all over for you.” She sighed.

“I was busy staring upon our home, but the dusty window was ruthless and denied me such a breathtaking view, dare I sa-” however her speech was rudely interrupted by the sudden purrs as the hands made their way down to her chin. “Ah yes hooman… I shall forgive you for your insolence… of making me purr… if you just… yeaahhh… right there…” her eyes became weak and her tail swayed uncontrollably.

This session continued as they made their way through the station. After a few purrs more, Veronica sensed something was wrong. The eerie and frightening sensation was almost tangible. Her whiskers began to rise.

She tried to jump out of the fluffy pocket she was buried in, but Elaine caught her before she could, holding her tighter and nearly stumbling in the process. Her voice began to crack, sweat seeping through her forehead and she shakingly said,

“There’s no reason to be sacred sweety. After all, your new packets of Kittioes have arrived. Why don’t you stay still till we reach there okay?” Her eyes seemed hollow, devoid of the warmth the cat felt before and Veronica could feel, that Elaine was picking up the pace.

\*increase in pace. Tight hugs. Unexplained perspiration… Could it be?\* The thought ran a shiver down her spine. Her mind spiraled. \*Its inconceivable. We just had it 2 weeks ago!\* Yet as they turned the corner, her worst fears came to light. A sharp pungent smell burned her nose, and she knew… she was done for.

“There’s no point in resisting Veronica, we are almost there!” Elaine shouted and darted through the passageway. Carrying the now feral cat. “Unhand me now! YOU VILE VERMON!” She hissed as she twisted and thrashed around to break the hold. Yet her attempts were futile; Elaine veered right and the door opened wide, welcoming the ensuing chaos.

“Now docter Blaine!” She yelled. And threw the cat at him!

Veronica screamed, turning at impossible angles to avoid him, but to no use. In a swish motion with medical precision the doctor wrapped the furious feline in a towel. A cats worst nightmare. The burrito.

Elaine sighed, exasperated. “Thanks for helping me out with this doctor.”

“No worries dear.” He replied. “It’s my duty to ensure the well being of my patients.” He looked towards the hissing cat on the table. “No matter how ferocious they be… Anyhow.” He clapped his hands and took his seat. “Sit down and I’ll take care of it.” Thus the room went calm, except for the pleading cat. “Please Doctor I need thisss! My nails are too precious and innocent to be guillotined!” Yet the doctor paid no heed to her cries and brought out his dangerous weapon. The Clawnomore-nator 3000. “Well. Shall we begin.” He held a paw and with light pressure forced the claws out.

All Veronica could do was hold back her tears, however, as the clipper floated above the nail in position to chop… an alarm rang. A defeating siren overpowered the room and red lights began to flash. “ALL UNITS TO THE COMMAND CENTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.” Suddenly Veronica was flung off the table, still in the burrito but no held as more like a handbag as they raced away. All wondering the same thing. \*What in the hell just happened\*.

It was bright as day in Arizona. Or at least, that was what Veronica could make out through the dirty window. Half of the Earth sparkled with white foam floating about, while the rest faded into the pitch black void of emptiness, and it didn’t make it any better; that the specs of moon-dust showered across the window like meteorites in the night sky. Though how pretty they may be; her view was somewhat obstructed.

*“What a terrible job! I can’t conceive how a hooman can show such laziness. Undoubtedly this must be the work of that lethargic lauren”*

Veronica huffed as she jumped from the ledge. Her paws landed onto the cushions below without as much as a muffle. She walked though the metallic corridors with her whiskers down and tail low in disappointment. The hatches swooshed open to greet her. As they should, after all she was practically royalty. Her fur was as white and fluffy as the clouds and so was her siblings, and her mothers and even her mother’s mother. She was the purest a pure breed could be. A Persian with short whiskers and a long tail, blue eyes deeper than the Mariana Trench, and a marvelous coat felines would die for. There’s no end to describing her elegant features and If you could one day be blessed by her presence, then her intro alone would’ve lasted for nine lives.

Then out of nowhere, a familiar voice echoed through the station, growing ever so louder.
“Veronica! Where are you dear.” Her ears immedialty perked up by the sweet and soft tone and she raced, flashing through the corridors towards the comforting sound. Few moments later, she collided against the leg of the giantess. It was her humble servant, a human in a tight blue suit. Like those one-piece-suits workers would wear.

Veronica lunged at her leg, jumping and scratching as she spoke, though it didn’t leave a mark, “my humble servant, Elaine. I demand you to give me these ‘upsies’ that you call, this very instant!”

But such commands were unnecessary, not as if she could ever understand those meows Veronica moaned. In the meantime Elaine picked up the cat and held her close to her chest and the cat gently cuddled in her arms as the human petted her cheeks. “Where were you silly V, I was lookin all over for you.” She sighed.

“I was busy staring upon our home, but the dusty window was ruthless and denied me such a breathtaking view, dare I sa-” however her speech was rudely interrupted by the sudden purrs as the hands made their way down to her chin. “Ah yes hooman… I shall forgive you for your insolence… of making me purr… if you just… yeaahhh… right there…” her eyes became weak and her tail swayed uncontrollably.

This session continued as they made their way through the station. After a few purrs more, Veronica sensed something was wrong. The eerie and frightening sensation was almost tangible. Her whiskers began to rise.

She tried to jump out of the fluffy pocket she was buried in, but Elaine caught her before she could, holding her tighter and nearly stumbling in the process. Her voice began to crack, sweat seeping through her forehead and she shakingly said,

“There’s no reason to be sacred sweety. After all, your new packets of Kittioes have arrived. Why don’t you stay still till we reach there okay?” Her eyes seemed hollow, devoid of the warmth the cat felt before and Veronica could feel, that Elaine was picking up the pace.

*increase in pace. Tight hugs. Unexplained perspiration… Could it be?* The thought ran a shiver down her spine. Her mind spiraled. *Its inconceivable. We just had it 2 weeks ago!* Yet as they turned the corner, her worst fears came to light. A sharp pungent smell burned her nose, and she knew… she was done for.

“There’s no point in resisting Veronica, we are almost there!” Elaine shouted and darted through the passageway. Carrying the now feral cat. “Unhand me now! YOU VILE VERMON!” She hissed as she twisted and thrashed around to break the hold. Yet her attempts were futile; Elaine veered right and the door opened wide, welcoming the ensuing chaos.

“Now docter Blaine!” She yelled. And threw the cat at him!

Veronica screamed, turning at impossible angles to avoid him, but to no use. In a swish motion with medical precision the doctor wrapped the furious feline in a towel. A cats worst nightmare. The burrito.

Elaine sighed, exasperated. “Thanks for helping me out with this doctor.”

“No worries dear.” He replied. “It’s my duty to ensure the well being of my patients.” He looked towards the hissing cat on the table. “No matter how ferocious they be… Anyhow.” He clapped his hands and took his seat. “Sit down and I’ll take care of it.” Thus the room went calm, except for the pleading cat. “Please Doctor I need thisss! My nails are too precious and innocent to be guillotined!” Yet the doctor paid no heed to her cries and brought out his dangerous weapon. The Clawnomore-nator 3000. “Well. Shall we begin.” He held a paw and with light pressure forced the claws out.

All Veronica could do was hold back her tears, however, as the clipper floated above the nail in position to chop… an alarm rang. A defeating siren overpowered the room and red lights began to flash. “ALL UNITS TO THE COMMAND CENTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.” Suddenly Veronica was flung off the table, still in the burrito but no held as more like a handbag as they raced away. All wondering the same thing. *What in the hell just happened*.

It was bright as day in Arizona. Or at least, that was what Veronica could make out through the dirty window. Half of the Earth sparkled with white foam floating about, while the rest faded into the pitch black void of emptiness, and it didn’t make it any better; that the specs of moon-dust showered across the window like meteorites in the night sky. Though how pretty they may be; her view was somewhat obstructed.

“What a terrible job! I can’t conceive how a hooman can show such laziness. Undoubtedly this must be the work of that lethargic lauren”

Veronica huffed as she jumped from the ledge. Her paws landed onto the cushions below without as much as a muffle. She walked though the metallic corridors with her whiskers down and tail low in disappointment. The hatches swooshed open to greet her. As they should, after all she was practically royalty. Her fur was as white and fluffy as the clouds and so was her siblings, and her mothers and even her mother’s mother. She was the purest a pure breed could be. A Persian with short whiskers and a long tail, blue eyes deeper than the Mariana Trench, and a marvelous coat felines would die for. There’s no end to describing her elegant features and If you could one day be blessed by her presence, then her intro alone would’ve lasted for nine lives.

Then out of nowhere, a familiar voice echoed through the station, growing ever so louder.
“Veronica! Where are you dear.” Her ears immedialty perked up by the sweet and soft tone and she raced, flashing through the corridors towards the comforting sound. Few moments later, she collided against the leg of the giantess. It was her humble servant, a human in a tight blue suit. Like those one-piece-suits workers would wear.

Veronica lunged at her leg, jumping and scratching as she spoke, though it didn’t leave a mark, “my humble servant, Elaine. I demand you to give me these ‘upsies’ that you call, this very instant!”

But such commands were unnecessary, not as if she could ever understand those meows Veronica moaned. In the meantime Elaine picked up the cat and held her close to her chest and the cat gently cuddled in her arms as the human petted her cheeks. “Where were you silly V, I was lookin all over for you.” She sighed.

“I was busy staring upon our home, but the dusty window was ruthless and denied me such a breathtaking view, dare I sa-” however her speech was rudely interrupted by the sudden purrs as the hands made their way down to her chin. “Ah yes hooman… I shall forgive you for your insolence… of making me purr… if you just… yeaahhh… right there…” her eyes became weak and her tail swayed uncontrollably.

This session continued as they made their way through the station. After a few purrs more, Veronica sensed something was wrong. The eerie and frightening sensation was almost tangible. Her whiskers began to rise.

She tried to jump out of the fluffy pocket she was buried in, but Elaine caught her before she could, holding her tighter and nearly stumbling in the process. Her voice began to crack, sweat seeping through her forehead and she shakingly said,

“There’s no reason to be sacred sweety. After all, your new packets of Kittioes have arrived. Why don’t you stay still till we reach there okay?” Her eyes seemed hollow, devoid of the warmth the cat felt before and Veronica could feel, that Elaine was picking up the pace.

increase in pace. Tight hugs. Unexplained perspiration… Could it be? The thought ran a shiver down her spine. Her mind spiraled. Its inconceivable. We just had it 2 weeks ago! Yet as they turned the corner, her worst fears came to light. A sharp pungent smell burned her nose, and she knew… she was done for.

“There’s no point in resisting Veronica, we are almost there!” Elaine shouted and darted through the passageway. Carrying the now feral cat. “Unhand me now! YOU VILE VERMON!” She hissed as she twisted and thrashed around to break the hold. Yet her attempts were futile; Elaine veered right and the door opened wide, welcoming the ensuing chaos.

“Now docter Blaine!” She yelled. And threw the cat at him!

Veronica screamed, turning at impossible angles to avoid him, but to no use. In a swish motion with medical precision the doctor wrapped the furious feline in a towel. A cats worst nightmare. The burrito.

Elaine sighed, exasperated. “Thanks for helping me out with this doctor.”

“No worries dear.” He replied. “It’s my duty to ensure the well being of my patients.” He looked towards the hissing cat on the table. “No matter how ferocious they be… Anyhow.” He clapped his hands and took his seat. “Sit down and I’ll take care of it.” Thus the room went calm, except for the pleading cat. “Please Doctor I need thisss! My nails are too precious and innocent to be guillotined!” Yet the doctor paid no heed to her cries and brought out his dangerous weapon. The Clawnomore-nator 3000. “Well. Shall we begin.” He held a paw and with light pressure forced the claws out.

All Veronica could do was hold back her tears, however, as the clipper floated above the nail in position to chop… an alarm rang. A defeating siren overpowered the room and red lights began to flash. “ALL UNITS TO THE COMMAND CENTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.” Suddenly Veronica was flung off the table, still in the burrito but no held as more like a handbag as they raced away. All wondering the same thing. What in the hell just happened.

Just a random writing

I wanted to do the picture thing. Personally I find it easier to read, but atlas I write on mobile.

So a random thought came to my head and I just went along with it till it turned into a 956 word chapter. Any and all types of advices are welcomed, after all I just started writing and I hope you enjoy reading it!

It was bright as day in Arizona. Or at least, that was what Veronica could make out through the dirty window. Half of the Earth sparkled with white foam floating about, while the rest faded into the pitch black void of emptiness, and it didn’t make it any better; that the specs of moon-dust showered across the window like meteorites in the night sky. Though how pretty they may be; her view was somewhat obstructed.

“What a terrible job! I can’t conceive how a hooman can show such laziness. Undoubtedly this must be the work of that lethargic lauren”

Veronica huffed as she jumped from the ledge. Her paws landed onto the cushions below without as much as a muffle. She walked though the metallic corridors with her whiskers down and tail low in disappointment. The hatches swooshed open to greet her. As they should, after all she was practically royalty. Her fur was as white and fluffy as the clouds and so was her siblings, and her mothers and even her mother’s mother. She was the purest a pure breed could be. A Persian with short whiskers and a long tail, blue eyes deeper than the Mariana Trench, and a marvelous coat felines would die for. There’s no end to describing her elegant features and If you could one day be blessed by her presence, then her intro alone would’ve lasted for nine lives.

Then out of nowhere, a familiar voice echoed through the station, growing ever so louder.

“Veronica! Where are you dear.” Her ears immedialty perked up by the sweet and soft tone and she raced, flashing through the corridors towards the comforting sound. Few moments later, she collided against the leg of the giantess. It was her humble servant, a human in a tight blue suit. Like those one-piece-suits workers would wear.

Veronica lunged at her leg, jumping and scratching as she spoke, though it didn’t leave a mark, “my humble servant, Elaine. I demand you to give me these ‘upsies’ that you call, this very instant!”

But such commands were unnecessary, not as if she could ever understand those meows Veronica moaned. In the meantime Elaine picked up the cat and held her close to her chest and the cat gently cuddled in her arms as the human petted her cheeks.

“Where were you silly V, I was lookin all over for you.” She sighed.

“I was busy staring upon our home, but the dusty window was ruthless and denied me such a breathtaking view, dare I sa-” however her speech was rudely interrupted by the sudden purrs as the hands made their way down to her chin. “Ah yes hooman… I shall forgive you for your insolence… of making me purr… if you just… yeaahhh… right there…” her eyes became weak and her tail swayed uncontrollably. This session continued as they made their way through the station.

After a few purrs more, Veronica sensed something was wrong. The eerie and frightening sensation was almost tangible. Her whiskers began to rise.

She tried to jump out of the fluffy pocket she was buried in, but Elaine caught her before she could, holding her tighter and nearly stumbling in the process. Her voice began to crack, sweat seeping through her forehead and she shakingly said, “There’s no reason to be sacred sweety. After all, your new packets of Kittioes have arrived. Why don’t you stay still till we reach there okay?” Her eyes seemed hollow, devoid of the warmth the cat felt before and Veronica could feel, that Elaine was picking up the pace.

*increase in pace. Tight hugs. Unexplained perspiration… Could it be?* The thought ran a shiver down her spine. Her mind spiraled. *Its inconceivable. We just had it 2 weeks ago!*Yet as they turned the corner, her worst fears came to light. A sharp pungent smell burned her nose, and she knew… she was done for.

“There’s no point in resisting Veronica, we are almost there!” Elaine shouted and darted through the passageway. Carrying the now feral cat. “Unhand me now! YOU VILE VERMON!” She hissed as she twisted and thrashed around to break the hold. Yet her attempts were futile; Elaine veered right and the door opened wide, welcoming the ensuing chaos.

“Now docter Blaine!” She yelled. And threw the cat at him!

Veronica screamed, turning at impossible angles to avoid him, but to no use. In a swish motion with medical precision the doctor wrapped the furious feline in a towel. A cats worst nightmare. The burrito.

Elaine sighed, exasperated. “Thanks for helping me out with this doctor.”

“No worries dear.” He replied. “It’s my duty to ensure the well being of my patients.” He looked towards the hissing cat on the table. “No matter how ferocious they be… Anyhow.” He clapped his hands and took his seat. “Sit down and I’ll take care of it.” Thus the room went calm, except for the pleading cat.

“Please Doctor I need thisss! My nails are too precious and innocent to be guillotined!” Yet the doctor paid no heed to her cries and brought out his dangerous weapon. The Clawnomore-nator 3000. “Well. Shall we begin.” He held a paw and with light pressure forced the claws out. All Veronica could do was hold back her tears, however, as the clipper floated above the nail in position to chop… an alarm rang. A defeating siren overpowered the room and red lights began to flash. “ALL UNITS TO THE COMMAND CENTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.” Suddenly Veronica was flung off the table, still in the burrito but no held as more like a handbag as they raced away. All wondering the same thing. *What in the hell just happened*.

Just a random writing

I wanted to do the picture thing. Personally I find it easier to read, but atlas I write on mobile.

So a random thought came to my head and I just went along with it till it turned into a 956 word chapter. Any and all types of advices are welcomed, after all I just started writing and I hope you enjoy reading it!

It was bright as day in Arizona. Or at least, that was what Veronica could make out through the dirty window. Half of the Earth sparkled with white foam floating about, while the rest faded into the pitch black void of emptiness, and it didn’t make it any better; that the specs of moon-dust showered across the window like meteorites in the night sky. Though how pretty they may be; her view was somewhat obstructed.

“What a terrible job! I can’t conceive how a hooman can show such laziness. Undoubtedly this must be the work of that lethargic lauren”

Veronica huffed as she jumped from the ledge. Her paws landed onto the cushions below without as much as a muffle. She walked though the metallic corridors with her whiskers down and tail low in disappointment. The hatches swooshed open to greet her. As they should, after all she was practically royalty. Her fur was as white and fluffy as the clouds and so was her siblings, and her mothers and even her mother’s mother. She was the purest a pure breed could be. A Persian with short whiskers and a long tail, blue eyes deeper than the Mariana Trench, and a marvelous coat felines would die for. There’s no end to describing her elegant features and If you could one day be blessed by her presence, then her intro alone would’ve lasted for nine lives.

Then out of nowhere, a familiar voice echoed through the station, growing ever so louder.

“Veronica! Where are you dear.” Her ears immedialty perked up by the sweet and soft tone and she raced, flashing through the corridors towards the comforting sound. Few moments later, she collided against the leg of the giantess. It was her humble servant, a human in a tight blue suit. Like those one-piece-suits workers would wear.

Veronica lunged at her leg, jumping and scratching as she spoke, though it didn’t leave a mark, “my humble servant, Elaine. I demand you to give me these ‘upsies’ that you call, this very instant!”

But such commands were unnecessary, not as if she could ever understand those meows Veronica moaned. In the meantime Elaine picked up the cat and held her close to her chest and the cat gently cuddled in her arms as the human petted her cheeks.

“Where were you silly V, I was lookin all over for you.” She sighed.

“I was busy staring upon our home, but the dusty window was ruthless and denied me such a breathtaking view, dare I sa-” however her speech was rudely interrupted by the sudden purrs as the hands made their way down to her chin. “Ah yes hooman… I shall forgive you for your insolence… of making me purr… if you just… yeaahhh… right there…” her eyes became weak and her tail swayed uncontrollably. This session continued as they made their way through the station.

After a few purrs more, Veronica sensed something was wrong. The eerie and frightening sensation was almost tangible. Her whiskers began to rise.

She tried to jump out of the fluffy pocket she was buried in, but Elaine caught her before she could, holding her tighter and nearly stumbling in the process. Her voice began to crack, sweat seeping through her forehead and she shakingly said, “There’s no reason to be sacred sweety. After all, your new packets of Kittioes have arrived. Why don’t you stay still till we reach there okay?” Her eyes seemed hollow, devoid of the warmth the cat felt before and Veronica could feel, that Elaine was picking up the pace.

*increase in pace. Tight hugs. Unexplained perspiration… Could it be?* The thought ran a shiver down her spine. Her mind spiraled. *Its inconceivable. We just had it 2 weeks ago!*Yet as they turned the corner, her worst fears came to light. A sharp pungent smell burned her nose, and she knew… she was done for.

“There’s no point in resisting Veronica, we are almost there!” Elaine shouted and darted through the passageway. Carrying the now feral cat. “Unhand me now! YOU VILE VERMON!” She hissed as she twisted and thrashed around to break the hold. Yet her attempts were futile; Elaine veered right and the door opened wide, welcoming the ensuing chaos.

“Now docter Blaine!” She yelled. And threw the cat at him!

Veronica screamed, turning at impossible angles to avoid him, but to no use. In a swish motion with medical precision the doctor wrapped the furious feline in a towel. A cats worst nightmare. The burrito.

Elaine sighed, exasperated. “Thanks for helping me out with this doctor.”

“No worries dear.” He replied. “It’s my duty to ensure the well being of my patients.” He looked towards the hissing cat on the table. “No matter how ferocious they be… Anyhow.” He clapped his hands and took his seat. “Sit down and I’ll take care of it.” Thus the room went calm, except for the pleading cat.

“Please Doctor I need thisss! My nails are too precious and innocent to be guillotined!” Yet the doctor paid no heed to her cries and brought out his dangerous weapon. The Clawnomore-nator 3000. “Well. Shall we begin.” He held a paw and with light pressure forced the claws out. All Veronica could do was hold back her tears, however, as the clipper floated above the nail in position to chop… an alarm rang. A defeating siren overpowered the room and red lights began to flash. “ALL UNITS TO THE COMMAND CENTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.” Suddenly Veronica was flung off the table, still in the burrito but no held as more like a handbag as they raced away. All wondering the same thing. *What in the hell just happened*.

Just a random writing

I wanted to do the picture thing. Personally I find it easier to read, but atlas I write on mobile.

So a random thought came to my head and I just went along with it till it turned into a 956 word chapter. Any and all types of advices are welcomed, after all I just started writing and I hope you enjoy reading it!

It was bright as day in Arizona. Or at least, that was what Veronica could make out through the dirty window. Half of the Earth sparkled with white foam floating about, while the rest faded into the pitch black void of emptiness, and it didn’t make it any better; that the specs of moon-dust showered across the window like meteorites in the night sky. Though how pretty they may be; her view was somewhat obstructed.

“What a terrible job! I can’t conceive how a hooman can show such laziness. Undoubtedly this must be the work of that lethargic lauren”

Veronica huffed as she jumped from the ledge. Her paws landed onto the cushions below without as much as a muffle. She walked though the metallic corridors with her whiskers down and tail low in disappointment. The hatches swooshed open to greet her. As they should, after all she was practically royalty. Her fur was as white and fluffy as the clouds and so was her siblings, and her mothers and even her mother’s mother. She was the purest a pure breed could be. A Persian with short whiskers and a long tail, blue eyes deeper than the Mariana Trench, and a marvelous coat felines would die for. There’s no end to describing her elegant features and If you could one day be blessed by her presence, then her intro alone would’ve lasted for nine lives.

Then out of nowhere, a familiar voice echoed through the station, growing ever so louder.

“Veronica! Where are you dear.” Her ears immedialty perked up by the sweet and soft tone and she raced, flashing through the corridors towards the comforting sound. Few moments later, she collided against the leg of the giantess. It was her humble servant, a human in a tight blue suit. Like those one-piece-suits workers would wear.

Veronica lunged at her leg, jumping and scratching as she spoke, though it didn’t leave a mark, “my humble servant, Elaine. I demand you to give me these ‘upsies’ that you call, this very instant!”

But such commands were unnecessary, not as if she could ever understand those meows Veronica moaned. In the meantime Elaine picked up the cat and held her close to her chest and the cat gently cuddled in her arms as the human petted her cheeks.

“Where were you silly V, I was lookin all over for you.” She sighed.

“I was busy staring upon our home, but the dusty window was ruthless and denied me such a breathtaking view, dare I sa-” however her speech was rudely interrupted by the sudden purrs as the hands made their way down to her chin. “Ah yes hooman… I shall forgive you for your insolence… of making me purr… if you just… yeaahhh… right there…” her eyes became weak and her tail swayed uncontrollably. This session continued as they made their way through the station.

After a few purrs more, Veronica sensed something was wrong. The eerie and frightening sensation was almost tangible. Her whiskers began to rise.

She tried to jump out of the fluffy pocket she was buried in, but Elaine caught her before she could, holding her tighter and nearly stumbling in the process. Her voice began to crack, sweat seeping through her forehead and she shakingly said, “There’s no reason to be sacred sweety. After all, your new packets of Kittioes have arrived. Why don’t you stay still till we reach there okay?” Her eyes seemed hollow, devoid of the warmth the cat felt before and Veronica could feel, that Elaine was picking up the pace.

*increase in pace. Tight hugs. Unexplained perspiration… Could it be?* The thought ran a shiver down her spine. Her mind spiraled. *Its inconceivable. We just had it 2 weeks ago!*Yet as they turned the corner, her worst fears came to light. A sharp pungent smell burned her nose, and she knew… she was done for.

“There’s no point in resisting Veronica, we are almost there!” Elaine shouted and darted through the passageway. Carrying the now feral cat. “Unhand me now! YOU VILE VERMON!” She hissed as she twisted and thrashed around to break the hold. Yet her attempts were futile; Elaine veered right and the door opened wide, welcoming the ensuing chaos.

“Now docter Blaine!” She yelled. And threw the cat at him!

Veronica screamed, turning at impossible angles to avoid him, but to no use. In a swish motion with medical precision the doctor wrapped the furious feline in a towel. A cats worst nightmare. The burrito.

Elaine sighed, exasperated. “Thanks for helping me out with this doctor.”

“No worries dear.” He replied. “It’s my duty to ensure the well being of my patients.” He looked towards the hissing cat on the table. “No matter how ferocious they be… Anyhow.” He clapped his hands and took his seat. “Sit down and I’ll take care of it.” Thus the room went calm, except for the pleading cat.

“Please Doctor I need thisss! My nails are too precious and innocent to be guillotined!” Yet the doctor paid no heed to her cries and brought out his dangerous weapon. The Clawnomore-nator 3000. “Well. Shall we begin.” He held a paw and with light pressure forced the claws out. All Veronica could do was hold back her tears, however, as the clipper floated above the nail in position to chop… an alarm rang. A defeating siren overpowered the room and red lights began to flash. “ALL UNITS TO THE COMMAND CENTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.” Suddenly Veronica was flung off the table, still in the burrito but no held as more like a handbag as they raced away. All wondering the same thing. *What in the hell just happened*.

I used to use Ai too and faced the very same problems most of you have experienced. But with the amount of re-editing and going back and forth, relentless arguing with 1s and 0s and the ungodly hours spent reviewing, I thought to myself. Why? Why use Ai? I mean my writings awful but my creativity is plentiful, it’s overflowing and if I don’t have the brushes so what? I can still paint masterpieces with the help of artificial intelligence. But the “works of art” always lacked something, one way or another, it felt different. So I spent the next 6 months (note that I don’t get much time to spend on my hobby. I’d say max and inconsistently 1hr a day) studying, watching videos online and ACTUALLY READING BOOKS BY AUTHORS FOR AUTHORS! And I found out that writing more complex than it seems, it’s a perplexing system that convey a message just using mere words that themselves have negligible impact. So rather than slave away at Ai, why don’t you pick up a book. Read. And realize that ai shouldn’t be the one controlling your speech. It’s like having thoughts and not using your tongue! So my argument is that if there’s a passion burning deep inside you and you really really really care about the craft you produce, the canvases you paint, the masterpieces that YOU WANT TO WRITE! Then it’s a journey you must traverse without Ai.

P.S
I’m 18, english is my second language, and no this passage doesn’t contain Ai and if I could do it. Then so can you!

Now I have tried. I’ve researched quite a lot about internal conflict. I’ve watched numerous YouTube videos, read quite a few stories and even countless articles online.
However, what I always found lacking in my writing, is the way my characters “suddenly shift personalities”.
It’s difficult to imagine that a character can change soooooooooo much from one single event. This could’ve been the result of me reading too much fantasy slop on webnovel. But if there are any tips that would help me better understand, how a character can have that dynamic shift which would not feel so sudden. I’ll be really grateful ❤️🙌

P.S examples would be pretty helpful

Now I’ve researched quite a lot about internal conflict. I’ve watched numerous YouTube videos, read quite a few stories and even countless articles online.
However, what I always found lacking in my writing, is the way my characters “suddenly shift personalities”.
It’s difficult to imagine that a character can change soooooooooo much from one single event. This could’ve been the result of me reading too much fantasy slop on webnovel. But if there are any tips that would help me better understand, how a character can have that dynamic shift which would not feel so sudden. I’ll be really grateful ❤️🙌

P.S examples would be pretty helpful