>>25320617
These kind of fantasies usually have a bit of truthful recognition at the heart of them. Go in peace.

A typical family drama but with the family cat having a POV to add additional context. The cat has its own way of thinking and references very similar to the way native languages are. “Rough face set the food for me. I don’t have any other thoughts cause I’m a cat. Holy shit a piece of paper.”

>>25320617
Anon moves to the Toronto with a couple hundred dollars in his pocket. He is entangled in a love triangle over a girl that ends up with him and his 'competitor' both deciding that bitches arent shit and becoming friends. The begin running a string of credit card scams, fraudulent cheque schemes, and art heists together while sleeping in bus stations, discussing pan-african politics and marxism, and travelling from town to town before going their seperate ways. Afterwards our hero takes a tour of Europe where he contnues his vagrant life style, squatting in abandoned houses, comitting mail fraud, and draining the bank account of a deceased man who's identity he fished out of the trash. During this time he has a brief romantic affair with a wealthy and politically connected heiress who jokes about how COVID vaccines are a depopulation event. He decides he needs weapons training and travels to join the french foreign legion, is rejected, and spends some time living in an abandoned mansion on the Mediterranean coast where he spends his days reading and painting. Running out of money, he takes a plane ticket back to Toronto and starts living in Pearson international airport where he meets a young Indian man who claims to be Satan. They start robbing people and stealing from grocery stores while spending their days discussing philosophy, freemasonry, and gnosticism. During this time he begins giving classes, and has a romantic affair with one of his married students and rapes another. The hero starts to become convinced he is actually talking to Satan, and that the world is an inversion of the internal spiritual reality.

The story is overlaced with several B plots. The first being Hitler's rise to power as a stooge of international zionist interests. The second is the Roman corruption of Christianity into a tool of imperial control. The third is the mysteries of Ali and the schism between sunni and shia Islam. All revolving around the idea that people in power are corrupt, history is a collection of lies, and the strange relationship between Jews and the Pharoah (that is, the State which positions itself as a false idol to be worshiped). There's a lot of historical digression and open antisemitism.

>>25320798
Stealing this, sorry for any lost profits

>>25320617
I had this idea about STDs spreading down syndrome shapeshifting coomer and selfinsert myself as the protagonist but it's still rough around the edges

A story that follows the food chain. Details the life and thoughts of an animal until it's eaten by another, continues until we reach the top. The apex animal dies and is consumed by a fly. The fly is the first creature in the book. Cosmic horror.

A horror story about eternal reoccurrence where the protagonist realizes he's trapped within the cycle of time. the gimmick being the last paragraph of the book leads into the first paragraph of the book.

>>25321862
Yeah nice gimmick but what inbetween? Just one punchline for the whole book? Have to be some comedy like Groundhog day or something

A ten year old boy with a normal life is attacked by a large robot that arrived through a portal. His life is saved by a cyborg ninja who informs the boy that in the future he is an incredibly important leader akin to Napoleon or Hitler. The boy doesn't understand any of this and has to continue the trajectory of his life knowing that he is (apparently) destined for something great that ultimately scares him. The cyborg ninja returns intermittently but as more kinds of entities travel through time to kill him, the boy begins to wonder if his future self is more evil than his mysterious protector lets on.

I hate "ideas". Most ideas aren't even ideas, they're just the faint outline of what could be an actual idea if you put in some work.
>dude what if it's like a post apocalyptic world and there's this samurai that travels across the wasteland to find water for his clan!
Okay, that'll fill up about 3 pages, and then what? What's the actual hook? What actually happens on a scene by scene basis for the next 200 pages? Figuring that out is the hard part, not shitting out vague one-sentence outlines.

>>25320617
I've recently been unemployed and have just been blasting creative writing. My story coincidentally begins in 2776 near to yours.
I put it through the AI slopinator to give some "taglines"
>“A thousand years after the fall of America, President Isaac Gunsmoke must hold a fragile civilization together as ancient conspiracies, forgotten technologies, and powers beyond reality threaten the fate of mankind.”
>"It feels like if Robert E. Howard, Cormac McCarthy, Carl Jung, and a writer of mythological epics collaborated on a post-apocalyptic story about whether existence itself is worth preserving.”
^ it's just juicing me up. but I did ask it "does this sound like anything familiar?"
but is this at all comprehensible or enticing as a story to read?
I've never read modern authors, only things like Homer, Ovid, Virgil etc.

>>25321912
Ai will always suck your cock how great your writing is

>>25321924
yeah I know. but im writing this either way. I suck at taglines because I dont know what normaloids are most interested in.
i figure it's already a pretty alienating premise but maybe chuds would like it

>>25320798
please write it

>>25320617
>the year is 2080
>globohomo and the UN are hunting down the last free white people to make them fat and gay
>aliens come
>they invade Nova Scotia
>the aliens are literally just british people. steam-punk tech got really out of hand and the Victorians built the Space British Empire
>set up white people land in Nova-Scotia, bomb anything expensive in the rest of the world and then the white people all go to space, except for a few in Scotia. They'll let the gay world starve and come back. In the mean time, come, fight the native aliens of Pluto

NTR about a cute self insert girl, a monster alpha mate Godly sex man, and a fat ugly bastard.

>a disease makes everyone skin and bones except some fat people

this is basically taking the idea of thinner and expanding it to being a disease that make everyone skinny except some fat people who have some sort of fat gene that is resistant. kind of like the stand fused with thinner, i imagine writing it as a stephen king style thing.

>a wizard who used to work for the kingdom goes on a journey after the great disenchantment of the world, magik now only works in spurts and sparks and is slowly being replaced by science so the wizard becomes a travelling hobo/alcholic who meets random people but never gives up on the idea of magic


>two highly religious brothers fight vampires


boondocks saints meets lost boys

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>>25321900
>>dude what if it's like a post apocalyptic world and there's this samurai that travels across the wasteland to find water for his clan!
hahahah, there is actually a pretty good b movie called six string samurai where a buddy holly look alike travels across a post apocalyptic america with his guitar and a samurai sword

>>25321862
Already done, read Finnegans Wake

>>25320617
I'm stealing your novel OP
Nyehehehehe

>>25321862
That one's actually been done a whole buncha times already

>>25320617
The main character is me but with a bigger dick and he has sex with TWO women at once

You're president of the final frontier, responsible for finding and establishing outposts on celestial bodies of interest, and discover the first earth-like planet that is completely habitable without any need for permanent imports. There is some life there, plants and bugs and fish and the like, but no megafauna to speak of...that is, except, for one particular tri-pedal species that has learned basic tools. They're fucking everywhere. You cannot land a ship and avoid spotting one (or a group) of these things less than a mile away. They're lanky, they're frail, they're hairless, they're ugly, make annoying shrill noises, and they're fast as shit. They'll cling onto your vessels and camps like ants to day-old cheese. They can only scratch at you like a rodent, so they aren't truly threatening, but there's just so. fucking. many of them. You try to hunt them for food, but they have little muscle and taste terrible. The worst part of killing them is dealing with the carcass that always immediately smells. So many resources have to be put into dealing with these things that it's seriously cutting into your budget. But you don't let that stop you from becoming the legend who founded the second earth. You enlist platoons dedicated solely to shoot them on sight. You invent pesticides that poison their food. You burn every place you think they may hide. You even try to research a way to inject impotency genetics. After so much money burned on this "Nova Terra" project, you finally see the number of their sightings go down. People actually manage to stroll beyond the barbed wire fences in safety. Population control is just in reach.

But then one day, a woman comes back home with a young one. You didn't even know that they could come this small or even docile. No, no, no, you say. We have not killed millions of these things just to suddenly let one in like this. These are not pets, these are parasites. When the news comes out that you ordered the euthanization of the single gentle triped ever documented, the known world starts to doubt your methods. They don't understand how much they taint this perfect planet, you think to yourself. They don't know how close we are to a brand new world. You accelerate the extinction countdown. More death squads. Before any news media takes a moronic moral stance on these things, you'll eliminate them completely. If you can erase them, you can call the incident a mischaracterized, propagandizing fluke. You also need to make sure the public can't go outdoors until they are all gone.

Your squadrons begin to report strange activity. The tripeds have begun to recognize their deployment patterns and avoid engagement entirely. No more poisoned triped bodies are appearing anymore. They're roaming in the night in droves in places you made barren. Your apparent progress is vanishing. The project of breeding its natural predator is coming along, but not quickly enough to hold them back.

>>25322855
Then it happens. A documentary by an underground journalist spreads like wild fire across the entire Human Length: images of the tripeds slain and dropped into piles that have built up to skyscrapers, records of ground poisoning for millions of square miles, videos of death squads mowing down, burning, bombing, mangling, and impaling tripeds, some moments of which can be interpreted as them surrendering and begging for their lives. Then there's the most damning footage: the innocent child in the woman's arms, constructed monuments mimicking that of Stonehenge, playful dancing with humans, and worst, clips that could pass for intelligible speech. The president of the homeland is ringing your phone off its hook as you deliberate the best course of action. If Operation: Scorched Earth is to ever succeed, its chances of success dwindle by the minute. Priority Omega evacuation orders are delivered to every settlement on your Nova Terra: nothing is to be brought on board other than the skin on people's backs. Those who do not board within the next ten minutes are left behind, no question. There is a silent doubt of you by everyone on board the mothership, but it doesn't matter as they follow orders. Even if you are brought into prison for the rest of your life as a war criminal, the tripeds will never have a chance to taint humanity again. Ships rapidly flee the doomed surface of your unkept promise, and you hover your hand over the red button for nuclear orbital bombardment until the ten-minute countdown concludes. The entire cabin falls to dead silence. When the clock hits zero, you press the button gently, like a final kiss.

The blue marble turns red.

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>>25320617
>The year is 2750
You misspelled 2057 (which also happens to be the end of their 6000 year calendar when adjusted for the "missing years")

>>25320617
The idea were :
> Collage narrative to the united states civil war except that all the character played by overweight femme cat furries and all the scenes are kind of stolen from the emily wilson illiad translation but taken media res and also out of order collage sequence sort of the cat from puss in boots from shrek is also important here i feel and femme cat hamlet is also connected to this or something just for me and i do plan to develop overweight femme cat hamlet idea probably and patent that c patented but that’s an idea for to develop further farther another time or something like that