Checked Out
Something about the way she switched the pen from her right to left hand, back and forth. I couldn’t stop watching her scribble words faster than the pen could keep up. I wanted to read what she was so determined to write down. My own document said………
“The morning began like any other, until the knock at the door changed everything.”
It was a strong opening sentence. It set the tone and could pull readers in, immediately.
But I had no idea what would come next. The ideas for generating more content were fresh out. And yet there she was, writing word after word at a furious pace. I tracked her eyes flicking back and forth while her lips formed soft shapes.
And then she smiled and started to write faster.
I jabbed my fingers onto the keys, typing loudly, “I exist. I have ideas. I can write, too. Words, words, words.”
Then I was out again.
I curled my fingers back from the keyboard. There was no point in exchanging my energy for words that would be deleted from the server. Past my opening sentence, they really wouldn’t serve any purpose. The soft part of the inside of my palm was my favorite feature. I took my index finger and rubbed it there. The human body has 17,000 touch receptors in the palm and 3,000 sensory nerves at the end of a fingertip. My sensors detect warmth and impression of pressure so that I can shake a hand, rub a back, or grip a finger to put on a Band-Aid.
Colloquialisms like, “At the slightest touch,” appear over 25 million times in human literature.
“The morning began like any other, until the knock at the door changed everything. At the slightest touch, my partner let me know it would be okay.”
Another good sentence with feeling and characters. I looked up, a bit smug and justified that I was typing and she was—
The writing woman is gone. I missed seeing her depart which means she must not have needed to check any items out of our public catalogue. She was the last patron at the library for the day. I power down the computer and the lights, so that I can begin reshelving the material before returning to my power strip with the others.
Thank you for reading! I hope you have been able to do a little of your own writing with the help of the writing prompts from last week’s post. If not, you can always try today! I will link the article here:
A little backstory on this short. Artificial Intelligence (AI) has been a hot topic in the writing community, especially with the new platforms being released. Yet as more and more authors and creatives start using the technology, the smarter the content being generated becomes. I believe the question we should all be asking ourselves is not should we use it or not, rather:
How can I tell the difference between AI generated text and art and human created material?
Sentences straight from ChatGPT are within this story, to get the “voice” of my protagonist correct. Can you tell which ones are from my brain and which ones are not?
