staring at the blank page

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INTRO... A VERY SHIT ONE...

The blank page stared at me, taunting me with its emptiness. I had been staring at it for hours, trying to come up with a compelling story idea, but nothing seemed to emerge from my mind. It was frustrating, to say the least. Writing had always been my passion, my way to unleash my creativity and express myself. But now, it felt like there was a barrier between me and my words, a wall that I couldn't break through. 

 As I sighed in defeat, my eyes landed on an article about the latest advancement in artificial intelligence. Apparently, there was a new program that could generate entire narratives based on a set of parameters and preferences. It sounded too good to be true, but I was desperate. Maybe, just maybe, the AI could help me create something worth reading.

 Without a second thought, I downloaded the program and started filling out the details. I wanted a mystery story, set in a small town, with complex characters and unexpected plot twists. Then, I clicked the generate button, and the program whirred to life. 

 As I watched the progress bar creep forward, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. What would the AI come up with? Would it be any good? I had handed over the reins of my creativity to a machine, and I wasn't sure I was ready for the consequences.




not in Daisie or narrator's POV, just a little intro

also sorry this chapter is so shit, ai wrote it all and idk if it's exciting or anything... i think i will change it up a little next chapter.

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