Where do you find cool blogs? I run a blog myself, and have come across a few cool ones, but is there a place where people promote their blogs and where I can find blogs I might like?

I’ve applied to plenty of magazines and haven’t gotten in, so I figured I’d apply to a paid competition. It’s a medium sized magazine so I don’t think I just got scammed. I suspect it’s paid because the prize pool was pretty large (250 bucks for I think 20 winning writers). Thank you for reading my work!

It was pitch black, an empty void. The only indication that there was any end to it at all was the echoes bouncing back and forth against the walls with his first step.

The sound slowly grew in volume throughout the following minute. The man didn’t move a muscle for several seconds, while the sound amplified in volume. The echo across the walls faltered. With this, a soft humming sound shook the room, almost too low to hear it.

Jack moved his head around, reaching his hands out in the dark, with the booming quieting, he felt safe to continue figuring out where he was.

He reached towards the floor and moved his hand back and forth, feeling the grass prickle his fingers. It was damp, from a cool humid night. The blades of grass each echoed the sound of the smallest blades being unsheathed. Normally unheard, but now the sound jumped back and forth. At first the hair on Jack’s forearm stood like a scared kitten, his heart beat hastening, and the hum grew.

He carefully took his hand off the grass, but the blades soon after became real, the echoes ripping through his skin, leaving flecks of blood across his arm. He held his tongue, careful not to make a sound; to make things worse. But his heart had other plans. While it continued to beat the humming turned to a roar in the distance.

Petrified, he tried to keep still for as long as humanly possible, but the gentle roar became the voice of a lion crying out just before him.

Soon enough Jack yearned for the blades of sound to return, to rip through his skin, rather than remain in the room. As the storm grew so did his heart: he could feel every beat, perfectly in sync with the sound drumming against his chest. No longer silly little waves, but now a boulder, pushing him to the wall. With a loud thud he fell to the ground. His life flashed before his eyes even before his death, for he knew what came next.

The thud made its way across the room, shook the walls and returned to Jack while he cried in agony. He pulled at the grass with tears falling across his face. Shaking and writhing in pain, covered in a blanket of blood. His tears fell across his body, salt to a wound, he let out a final cry.

There was a silence, filled with anxiety for the next boom. And eventually it came, but no echo came with it. The walls fell to rubble, but Jack couldn’t get up. He lay in the grass kept warm by his own blood around his neck, waiting for the will to get up again.

“What this means is: We are feeding greedy treasure-loving dragons with our own data then kneeling under their lifted tails with our mouths wide open all ready to consume the shit that explodes out of their scaly, rancid assholes.”

Absolutely disgusting depiction. Love it. This is super good stuff dude, keep on writing!

As others have worded it, it’s a hobby. Self hosting is only necessary for a very small number of people, less than one percent of people on here, but it’s a fun hobby, and I’ve learned a lot about software and networks from messing with self hosting stuff.

RoadSIDE parking is chill. Middle of the road, all over the road, motorcycles zipping in between parked cars, cars parked on the little sidewalks we have in my country. I’ve visited actual slums in the Middle East: they feel similar.

I agree, fuck cars, but cars won’t disappear and be banned overnight. Even if we begin getting rid of cars one policy at a time, parking will still be a requirement. I live in a country without any parking requirement laws (no laws at all really), and the roads are uhh… interesting. Even nicer areas have roads that feel like slums because everyone is parked all over the street.

I think I’ve found love.

You know you messed up when a photographer can take what seems to be a long(ish) exposure shot of a highway.

We’ve seen targeted attacks before in Lebanon, and they can hit an individual target with a drone without any interference. A targeted attack kills and harms its target, and only it’s target. No one else.

This is precisely why I’d want my own kid driving a tank of a car, until laws are passed such that nearly all vehicles become smaller. I’d make him save up money to get a little car, and match whatever he’s saved to get him a far larger car.

If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t let my (future) kids drive a little car. They’d save up enough money to get a shitty little car, and I’d pay the rest to get them a big car. I’ve seen what happens to little cars in crashes, and if people continue driving the way they do, I’d rather my kid be in a big car rather than a little one (not Western nation).

Go be bored. Being bored is the best way to jog creativity. There’s this Veritasium video on boredom that is very good.

Best option. Has made sharing work with friends and getting feedback a lot easier. Despite everyone else’s responses, I feel like Google Docs is by far the most popular options, and I don’t see a reason why not to use it (besides AI training material… but I’m not sure about that yet)

Ayo, this is insanely cool. Would you edit previous chapters and repost them if you want to make a change? Or are you just going to try to keep writing without changing anything you wrote before? I just write off the top of my head most of the time, so the idea of not going back and changing things is insane to me. Keep up the dope work, can’t wait to read chapter 3.