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For some reason, Rebecca's story keeps getting longer and longer. I'm not sure if she appreciates it. She's the main character and gets to have one adventure after another, whether she wants to or not. I wonder if other writers ever feel that way about their characters. Maybe at the end of the story, Rebecca is the one who will have the last laugh.

Relief washed over Rebecca as Sarah slipped into the airlock. That had a slim chance of working, and a small laugh of disbelief escaped her. Mark's reaction would likely ping-pong from anger to pride, finally landing on fear. I married an astronaut, not Lara Croft; she could practically hear him say. Still, she'd make a fantastic Lara Croft.

Welcome to Chapter 1, which I hope will be the beginning of an engaging story. At the time of writing this, I'm on Chapter 5, with a possible five more chapters to go. I've written about 27,989 words that I think are marginally acceptable. Also, I'm pretty sure I know how this ends, but you never know. Either way, all I can say is I'm sorry, Rebecca Lopez. I hope one day you'll forgive your author. 😉

Queen Lyra stood in the Garden of Nowhere, walking along the path as she did every morning. However, this time felt unique, and she wanted to ensure she didn't miss a single step. The Voice and the Dente Nocturn had visited her the previous night. Although she could have done without the Dente Nocturn's visit, she was surprised that protocol allowed their safe passage as long as they kept to themselves. They all came to pay their last respects.

So, I started to write a story... I am not a writer. I can string along a word or two, but to sit down and write a story, I'm not sure I've got the chops. I decided to ask an AI what they thought the story was about. This is their version.

In the late 1990s, I ran a studio that didn't succeed. Amongst the collection of unsold artworks sit several pastel and ink drawings.

The Underverse is a place that exists somewhere outside the shoals of dreams.