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I have written many posts about AI writing.
I have mixed feelings about it. I do not want to press a button and get a story. I want to create and breathe life into characters.
I definitely don't want to press a button and get a shitty story.
Poor plot, scaffolding present tense with em-dashes every fourth word.
"Jimmy - leaned back, not missing a beat -breathless. He looked to the window yonder - with baited breath about -what the future -held."
Fuck you, AI.
How on earth are you going to go full Skynet, Take every job from customer service to programming, mass surveil the entire United States population, fully autonomous weapon systems, and yet you can't write a story that could get a dick hard in a whore house?
Think about this; Companies are spending billions to automate shit with a tool that frequenly can't tell how many R's are in Strawberry.
Unless they specifically patch it, Most AI when asked "Hey, I parked my car 100 feet from a car wash. Should I get out and walk or drie over if I need a car wash" will tell you to walk.
(And leave your car)
And if you come back to the SAME session after it realizes the mistake, it will tell you to do it again and glibly promise it can do it.
One day, AI will be there and we won't be able to tell if it's good writing OR Ai.
Write now, I can't tell if it's shitty writing or AI.
Think about this, as well;
This site had to put up AI detection on submissions to apply the code "AI Generated" so people can put it in our exclusions list. It's not so we can more readily find the "Good Shit".
AI has some uses. I use it to help me brainstorm, and research the story world. I use it to help me rephrase something that sounds stupid. I use it (Sparingly) to help identify issues that MS Word is too dumb to find.
I made the mistake of buying Quillbot. It shits if you give it too many characters to review and was a huge waste of money. It's basically just gimped AI.
AI from major services is largely G-rated. In 20+ years when it's the only source of information and we eradicated our public schools and news servies, the few billonaires that own it will be able to create a sugar-sweet world of sanitized content.
Want help writing the next Roots? Fuck you, Alex Haley. You have themes of slavery, brutality, and systemic oppression through racism. That's a big no-no. You can't talk about that stuff.
Want to set your story in a fictional world like Handmaid's Tale or Planet of the Apes to hold a lens up to society and show what could be in extreme conditions?
AI Will tell absolutely not, because you are being unfair to the talking apes by casting them as villains.
Stephen King Horror? You can forget it.
There are ways to get around it (A bit) but it always over corrects and to be honest, it turns out shit anyway.
Today, I saw another AI generated story that made it past the filter. It had such a cool premise. I only wisht he author didn't think they were the savior of the Internet by filling it with shitty writing.
Yesterday, I quoted Hank Hill on Christian Rock. "You aren't making Christianity better. You are making Rock and Roll, worse."
AI kinky erotic stories, is an oxymoron.
You can create them, but they are so low quality that it's tough to read.
I would encourage any AI author out there who is using it to automate the entire story to consider using it to help you with brainstorming, spell check, research but write it yourself. It's so much more satisfying. It's like automating fucking.
Yes, you can do that but the fucking part is actually the best part.
Images, Videos, Music are an entirely different ball game. Each is progressing differently. It seemed like uncensored AI went backward a few months ago.
Things I used to have no problem creating now are either so cost prohibitive or simply shittier.
The websites that make it easy are getting greedy.
The appliccations like ComfyUI are built by sadists. "Okay, it's a one click installl"
"Then why is it a 30 minute video?"
"Well, first you have to install 9 other things, compile them, and of course maintain those versions. Now, if you want to run this, you'll need to open a web page and remember this URL. If you close the console you'll lose your generation. Oh, okay, you finished the 9 things? neat, now find the right VAE, Safetensor, and then you can finally start downloading Rube Goldberg style workflows that require you to enter data in 10 different places and don't screw up!! hahahh"
Or you could pay a shit-ton to a website that lets you type it on one place and use a clean UI without any install.
One day, someone will finally figure out the point of AI was that you could automate stuff and that includes the install process.
I guess they forgot we used to just double click on an icon and all that stuff got installed.
It reminds me of when text messaging came along.
I said "But, I'd rather talk to someone. Now, I have to type a short message bereft of context from tone of voice and body language? It takes me longer to type it than say it."
"Yeah, isn't it wonderful? and we can charge you for each text you send!"
Brought to you by the people who made water so toxic you'd never get it from your tap and will pay 5 dollar per bottle or buy an expensive water filter.
End of Eddie's rant. (Not written by AI)
I have a need for a Muse to bounce story ideas off of. If this interests you, I would ask that you understand what I am asking for. Reading for inspiration and my own experiences often cause me to stagnate. I need a Muse to bounce ideas off of that understands the type of stories I write and to help me zig when I should zag. I need inspiration.
That's not an easy thing to do, so let me provide some background for this job description.
The pay = more stories from Eddie. If that's worthless to you, then you might want to pass on this opportunity. However, it may also inspire you to write. If you've thought about writing but never taken the plunge, the bonus compensation is that I may inspire you. We may mutually expand and benefit from each others experience.
If you are an existing writer and you have read my stuff, and want to collaborate. I am definitely open to that.
I do not expect to write a story back and forth round robin style. As fun as that can be, it can also turn out shitty and even cause problems in a friendship when the story goes off the rails.
I also do not expect you to write a story for me. I do not expect you to edit for me. That's an entirely different post and unrelated. I can always use a second set of eyes on my stories, but what I am asking for is more in the creative story crafting realm.
I do not do external email (for many reasons). I would paste as text into email on SOL and show you a draft of a story. Then I would ask for your feedback.
I told someone yesterday when providing feedback to them on their story "You have to decide who your story is going to be when it grows up."
What I meant by that is that it was all over the place. In an effort to avoid plodding exposition at the start of the story, it had gone the opposite route of just zooming past details that would serve as a foundation for the story. I try not to write like a book report from the 4th grade.
"Hello, my name is Daniel. I am 32. My hair is brown and one day..."
I usually try to pick the most interesting point in the story and begin then and then flashback to how it all began, or just pick a logical starting place that is going to hold a reader's interest. Then I start sliding details into the dialogue that are context clues so that I can tell you things without telling you them.
As an example:
"What's up Katie?"
"Your father and I have been married for 12 years, when are you going to call me Mom?" Katie brushed her long brown hair without looking away from her pretty face in the mirror at her vanity. "And while you are at it, learn to knock! Get out of here, David. I am naked."
Right there, you know that Mom's name is Katie, she's naked, she's pretty, shes been married 17 years and isn't the other character's biological mom. She doesn't want them seeing them naked but isn't freaking out about it. They just seem mildly annoyed.
I know how to tell a story. My general approach is to pretend I am sitting next to someone at a bar and talking to them as the storyteller. I like the "No shit, so there I was..." approach to starting a story.
I can always use help with the actual story telling techniques that I use but this role of Muse really isn't about teaching me to show instead of tell.
It is about helping me to decide what my story will be when it grows up.
It's also not the hardest job. The hardest job is editing.
The HARDEST part of providing content is related to editing. I had a lot of people respond to my request for an editor a few months ago. It was so reassuring. I don't do outside email services (for many reasons) and so i can either paste a draft in email or ask that you read my published story and send me back the chapter and title and the offending phrase with the correction.
Your going to school.
You're going to school.
It's tedious, but it works as a way to fix those things. It takes discipline to set aside time to polish turds and make them shine. I've used VBA, AI, MS Word, Grammarly, Quillbot etc, nothing beats old fashioned eye-ball and brain.
The problem is that I can read it a thousand times and since I know what's supposed to be there, I will miss some obvious things. It's the biggest time sink and creativity killer of them all. I have dozens of stories on what I guess is a story graveyard that will never get published simply because they are too exhausting to edit. I'll tell you my comma splice story in another blog post one day as an example.
So, while I can use help with story crafting techniques and editing, I want to be clear that's not the focus. The focus is creativity.
How to tell a story that is grammatically correct and filled with word pictures that takes the reader on a journey with me and make them see the sights I wrote, smell the aromas, feel the touch of the girl in the backseat for the first time, experience the emotions viscerally are all hugely important.
I could do those things super well and still have a problem. I told myself years ago that I would only write if I read as much as I wrote. This is not to steal ideas from other authors. I might get inspired by an idea and combined with my own experiences and stories I could craft a cool story.
My lifetime of perverted experiences ranging from failures to what-could-have-beens, to times I actually don't think anyone would believe they really happened to me has been my muse.
I worked in titty bars, I have been involved in local BDSM communities, I've been to naturist resorts, I've met hot wives and people who lead kinky lives and had conversations with them that inform my writing to this day. I sprinkle in crazy ex-girlfriends and strippers I used to know to add some authenticity to characters. I've known whores that lived in motels and their daughters and sons told me stories about the reality of what their "normal" is like. I love writing stories about someone's "normal" being different from my normal.
I don't do abuse or tragedy. I had a DEAR friend who has been a muse for years write to me and tell me a fantastic story that sounded familiar. He doesn't get to write very often but no one has been so bang on with their assessment of my writing than him. His story involved a girl who loved to fuck and often arranged scenarios where she'd end up butt ass naked on top of him "Oopsie" even though she was supposed to be a girlfriend. There was more to it, but it's a story I know very well.
The difference is that he pointed out what made her that way was trauma, and so the fun, fun loving nympho has a dark side. I don't do that. I don't get into those types of things. Life is currently way too shitty to write about shitty things.
I might write a blackmail story or some predicament for my characters to overcome, because you have to be willing to crack some eggs to make an omelets. The villain in a story has to get over on the main character initially to make it that much more satisfying when the tables are turned. In Karate Kid, if Ralph Macchio's character just kicks Johnny's ass because he knows Johnny is going to be a dick, it's a different movie entirely. Ralph's character had to get knocked down, so he could get back up. I am fine with that.
If you read my stories, you probably know I am as of light mostly about ENF/CMNF stories but I do other genres. I started a sort of Science Fictionish Twilight Zone story not too long ago. I didn't finish it and the reason is that the muse of my personal experience is not enough.
I also TRY to read as much as I write. SOL is my story home and has been for about a decade now, I think. The latest stories appear on the feed and the older stories get buried. All the great Vulgus stories are buried in the archives. All the amazing stories that would or could inspire me are often hidden away and maybe the story code isn't the right one I was using to find it.
I've drank all the ink, read all the stories that I can find on SOL from the past and currently that allow me to sustain a 50/50 ratio of reading to writing. As AI generated slop becomes more prevalent, I click on a kick ass idea only to read
Jerry Leaned Back, and didn't miss a beat - Ages ago. "It's not about shitty writing, it's about AI, Jerry" he said - with an em dash for no reason.
Hailey's eyes - widened. Breathing -slowed. "We looked upon the moonlight, hearts skipping beats and leaning back in our chairs."
It's just fucking gibberish, man. Fucking stop with the AI writing. Adding that slop to AI is like creating Christian Rock.
In the immortal words of Hank Hill, "You're not making Christianity better, you're just making rock and roll worse."
I resigned myself to know that many stories will not interest me. I have a very specific taste in stories and I don't do magic, supernatural, or much science fiction. Even the stuff I should like, I do not like because it's quality is so low. The art of storytelling and the editing part is not even good.
I'd like to tap into what you have read for inspiration, your experiences and perhaps together the sum of the parts is more than they are when we work alone. I might say something that triggers a thought for you, or you may have an idea that I do not use but it sends me in a different direction.
I used to have a friend who didn't get BDSM at all. He thought of it more as punitive, and submission was sort of a mental illness. Anyone who gave up control seemed stupid to him or needing help. He assumed anyone who was dominant was a narcissistic villain.
He did not understand some people really get off on doing things for others.
He also did not understand some people are "Smart Assed Masochists". Their submission isn't protocol slavery. They don't want to wash your dishes for you. They want to goad you and tease you until you spank their asses good and hard because they get an adrenaline/endorphin rush and they may not even realize it or see what they are doing as submissive (because it's really not).
He did not understand that some people get off on humiliation. It's a legitimate kink and for those who aren't into giving or receiving it can seem confusing. ENF stories that involve red-faced reluctant nude females. He tends to think of that as cruelty.
I took his questions about the motivations of characters "Why do they get off on that" and wrote a story "The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves."
There were no beatings. I had seen this old Winnebago with that slogan in plastic mounted on the faux-wood walls. I thought it was a clever turn of phrase. He's on the RV with his naughty aunt and cousins and they like to play dirty games when they travel. They each came at it for different reasons.
His character's questions felt authentic. He asked them why they liked what they liked. It was a bit like the old Apple Jacks commercial for them.
DAD: "Why do you like Apple Jacks? They taste neither like Apple or Jack."
KID: "We just like them."
They hadn't questioned the reasons they played the game in a long time. At one point, the mom is jogging back to the RV, tits bouncing, ass hanging out and the girls timed her while she ran to get them an ice cream. She's sweaty and out of breath. "Sorry, the didn't have the flavor you wanted, I got you vanilla is that okay?"
"You should have it," her daughter takes the cone and turns it upside down on mom's head while the other girls laugh at her.
The next day, they take turns being the meanie butt who gives the orders, and the mom starts being assertive and a different girl is the do-bitch. They laugh, have no hard feelings, etc. I say all this to say that the Muse was him. His questions like "Why would they keep doing that?" helped me to make what I felt was a more authentic fish out of water story with him being the straight edge who asks questions and develops a better understanding.
At one point, the mom says "Different strokes for different folks, we all march to the beat of a different drum" and quotes from the old Different Strokes TV show, but her nephew being a naive intellectual type has never heard of the show before. He genuinely thinks she is full of homespun wisdom. I've actually met people like that, and so I mixed my own inspirations with his and I think the story was better for it.
I would like to occasionally send you a draft of an idea.
Often it's sort of a doodle. It's just a vignette or a synopsis of an idea that I am playing with.
All the job entails is actually reading it and giving me some ideas that I may not have considered.
I do not need you to agree with me. I need you to be prepared for me to disagree and be okay with that.
I will do the same in return for you. If you want my help, I will help you whether you are starting out or established.
I may be slow in my responses, but this how I enjoy myself. I try to check the site daily. I may not have a long reply immediately.
I may have to write several chapters and go different directions. I need you to be okay with the fact that I am trying to decide what the story needs to be when it grows up. There are times I want a story to be plausible and feel very grounded in reality. There are times i end up making it over the top (Sailor Moo, I am looking in your direction).
Only a fan of my stories could help me with this. If you aren't into my stories, your suggestions will be more like the guy who doesn't really like my themes.
I also need you to understand, I am not going to ever write trauma or emotional distress. I've met and married crazy bitches. I am aware of crazy bitches. They come in all shapes and sizes. In many cases, it is seriously not their fault at all. However, I Am not interested in writing about human trafficking or anything that makes me feel sick inside.
I will write tough luck, tough love, hard breaks, unfair parents who have different rules for girls than guys all day long.
I won't write suicide or shit like that. I wanted to put that out there.
The reason I wrote this ad in general has to do with a recent story to enter the graveyard.
I wrote a story last night that was good (IMHO). Jeff answered Diane's personal ad "Must Love Dogs" and we discover early in the story that she felt anyone who loved dogs, would be loved by dogs back. Dogs only love good people.
She can't have a dog at her apartment because she lives in NYC and her lease forbids it. I won't spoil it for you in case I do publish it but I will just say that Diane is a home nudist and she has been reluctant to allow a man she is dating to meet her kids (For what should be obvious reasons).
However, one fine July day, it's been six months of casual dating and Diane staying arms-length from Jeff. Jeff is also a single parent with a son (Who is the story teller) that he shares custody with. The storyteller's mom is the anti-diane - very conservative, very vanilla. Doesn't like "too much flavor" in her food. You know the type?
Diane offers to introduce Jeff to her daughters and son, and meet his son at the same time. She suggests the NYC Body Painting day in Times Square.
My plan was to have them think this is a bit odd/extreme but Diane's reasoning is that as a home nudist, if Jeff and son react maturely to nudity it will be safer to bring them over to her house. Storyteller just thinks maybe they should have tried to eat pizza first and go from there, but Diane likes being adventurous because her ex-husband was kind of a dick and anti-adventurous.
I start writing what I think is a fun walk to Father Duffy Square where the event is taking place. I add some bonding moments, and they see Desnudas taking pictures with tourists. This is a real thing at Time Square. It's usually hispanic ladies, big titties, wearing mostly body paint, maybe Statue of Liberty themed. People will often come up and proposition them, offer to buy their sweaty panties, grab their butts while they take pictures, ask to sign their tits. They aren't as common as pigeons but they are as iconic as Naked Cowboy.
Who incidentally, is not naked. He wears underwear with cowboy hats and boots, and one of Diane's daughters points out that is very New York, to say something is one thing but its not when you get there.
I realized as I was writing all this that it's not super exciting and in fact, might bore you. I tacked a short portion from when they first arrive at the festival to the start of the story so that I begin with an exciting and provocative place. You don't know these characters yet and their motivations but it gives me a chance to offer some forshadowing, grab you by the balls and make you realize "Oh, this is going to be an ENF/CMNF story!! nice."
Then I say "It was hard to believe I was being painted by my Dad's girlfriend's oldest daughter just thirty minutes after meeting her."
I transition back to their meeting at 42nd Street station, and start the story proper after giving you a taste of the story.
Once I come full circle to where the story began, I had to jump forward again so that I don't repeat all that. I started to fall out of love with Diane and her life. The reason is that I've written Diane or women quite like her in a dozen other (mostly) unpublished stories and I wasn't feeling it. I lost interest.
The story will likely live on my hard drive in stasis forever.
I actually had a blueprint for this story. It wasn't by the seat of my pants. I wasn't building a house a room at a time and hoping it all fit together. However, as I followed my plan, by morning I woke up uninterested in finding out what happened next.
Stories that I never finish are ones that I lost interest in finishing. I'd have to not only finish it, but edit it, illustrate it, and that is a time sink that prevents me from writing things I do want to experience again through the eyes of the storyteller.
I am not the best writer. I'll never have great and broad appeal. I do not do this for money. I have no interest in selling my stuff. I have interest in writing to enjoy the creation of the story, and to share it with you. I hope that people may one day take my stories like I have with authors like Hooked6, Vulgus, MaryS, Mike McGifford and be inspired to write the way they inspired me.
For some reason, I could picture Clitorides being some type of amusement park ride that involves a boat in the middle of a lake.
"Come take a Clitoride in my wonderful balloon...up, up and away...."
I am going to apologize in advance. It may seem like I have a bunch of scattered thoughts, but I will share with you some recent thoughts, and news on my writing.
Winning a Clitoride feels like winning an award from Mario Lopez (The guy who played Slater) and Maria Nunez on one of those movie preview channels in a hotel. I mean I wouldn't know for sure if I ever even won one. A few years ago, someone told me I won and I was like "Really? is this like when Ed McMahon told me I may have already won the American Publishers Sweepstakes?"
He didn't know what the fuck I was talking about because he isn't older than Maude's first strap on.
I told him that, and he asked "Who the fuck is Maude?"
"She was one of the fucking Golden Girls. She had her own show called Maude! Fuck, Bea Arthur, you motherfucker! She was on Soap! Fucking Guardian Angel! She's Adrienne Barbeau's mom, you young whippersnapper!"
He wrote back "I am 57 years old".
Jesus, I am fucking old. And yes, I know Adrienne Barbea is not really related, but I definitely picture Maude using that fucking strap on and going at it with her.
Anyway, now that I put that image in your mind if you get that reference;
Someone told me I was nominated for a Clitoride this year. Every now and then I get some sort of bone. I thought for sure Twats the Night Before Christmas would make the list of Holiday stories.
https://storiesonline.net/n/41830/twats-the-night-before-christmas
There is like four stories in that category and I didn't even get in the list? It's some of my best writing IMHO.
I often think about the follow up to that story. No spoilers, but it involves a young man who just turned 18 getting pissed his parents didn't want him at their adults only party, but they let his 20 year old sister go. There are some valid reasons and in the course of the night he makes a ton of mistakes and learns from them.
I wanted to do a follow up about him a year later. He's more experienced now. Mrs. Sanderson is a BBW that lives next door and she's his subby now. She's still married to Dave, and she wants her girls to go to the party with her this year. She secretly feels she's holding Nick back and would really rather he break up with her and maybe date one her daughters who are his own age.
I imagine the story to begin with him ringing the bell and kissing her.
"Is Dave here?" he asks.
"Why? Do you want to fuck him, too?" she grins. She's blossomed as a submissive and become vibrant, more sexual but more into who she was meant to be.
Her husband Dave IS home. He's sullen, passive aggressive. He knows who Nick is and gets pissy. She wants him stand up for her, woo her, try but he's too proud.
The problem is beyond that, I can't really envision the rest of the story.
I have several stories to finish before I can begin a new one. I just recently completed a very short story that I thought would be fun. I had this idea that two sorority sisters get their peaches busted at a sex party and end up at the ER with their mom.
https://storiesonline.net/n/56789/in-the-bonds-delta-gamma-sorority
I wrote this pretty quickly and illustrated it. I did some research on the University of Alabama and the Delta Gamma "Dee Gee" girls and it sort of wrote itself.
I have dozens of unfinished stories like this on my hard drive, but this one I felt was two chapters only.
I have *ONE* more chapter to go of the Halloween story "Sailor Moo". I really feel like Sailor Moo was a clever idea. I envisioned it as a knock off costume created to avoid copyright, but also a hybrid Cow/Sailor Moon.
https://storiesonline.net/n/52732/sailor-moo
I wove into the story a sub-story using pictures about the Japanese anime of the same name, and American women getting brought over with promises of big money forced to humiliate themselves in public and as the craze stops being profitable it gets even worse. They used to have to model and allow "Butt touches" in Tokyo Manga stores, eventually they are walked like dogs by Japanese business men.
In terms of plot structure, There are two types of writers "By the Seat of your pants" and "Outline". A good writer uses a flexible outline. You create a plot with three acts, and some of the rules of storytelling and it's a bit like an airplane. Getting it into the air and landing the plane are the most difficult parts. You can turn left or right on your outline but you end up (hopefully) at the destination you intended.
The By the seat of your pants stories are fun because you free write. You get a good idea of the start and maybe where it's going and you just fly. It's like building a house one room at a time, and having a general idea about the next two rooms but no blueprint. It's going to look fucked up. It's probably not going to get finished.
It's hard to finish a story that is seat of your pants because you don't know where or when to land the plane. I crave the mystery of what's going to happen next in these stories. I sometimes don't know until I write it. I put this fantastic twist in chapters 9 and 10 but now I feel like there is a whole shit ton of Halloween TRICK OR TREATING left to complete.
To be honest, I had never intended the story to get this over the top. It should be obvious that the parents lead an alternative lifestyle, and hopefully the final chapter will be worth the weight.
I have a few other stories that I am working on. A Fantastic Spanksgiving story that I just can't get edited and finished because it requires a lot of research and work to do it the way I want. I have so many pictures that I haven't fully organized and an entire plot line that is based on the 1950s alternate fiction about a backwater amusement park and I created a Glory Days of yesteryear using real figures from history like Kellogg and Allister Crowley.
I have some older stories that Mike McGifford actually gave me to finish and I ran out of steam. A pony girl story, and another one called Aunt Scarlet that is fantastic, it just needs TLC and patience.
I have Mike's opus, the "Best Story Eddie Ever Read"
https://storiesonline.net/n/54670/one-of-the-best-stories-eddie
I add, edit, illustrate and publish as often as I can. There are 163 pages typed, and I've published about 50 of the pages so far.
In my title, I mentioned "Why I don't turn on comments".
I'll tell you why.
They usually include things like:
"Hey, this story includes X...i hate X, so down voting it"
Yep, I put X in the codes. If you read codes, you'd know that. If you read replies to comments you'd also know that but you won't, so you'll go post another nasty gram on another author's story and down vote a story because it contained things you do not like instead of ignoring it.
"Your story is great, I make images. Please contact me at (X) to be scammed.
Yep, I get phone calls all day long from scammers trying to scam me, and now I have comments from assholes who should have seen that I illustrate the fuck out of my stories and don't need to be scammed.
But the one that broke me today, was on Mike's new story "The best Eddie ever read".
They are on by default and I forgot to turn them off. The comments were initially positive and I left them on.
In the heady days of early SOL, I used to *CRAVE* feedback. I still do, but I subsequently learned you can get good feedback from the comments section like you can get love from the strip club.
So, this guy begins his comment with "Hey, the twist is..." and proceeds to give away the plot without a spoiler warning.
He subsequently goes on to list all the things he hates about the story, and all of his suggestions are things that are going to happen.
He is like the guy who walks into the movie theater and goes up to the people waiting in line to see the murder mystery movie and says "Hey, I just saw it. You'll like it. The Butler killed all the people. You'll find out at the end, hahahah...I am very intelligent."
Granted, he got ONE spoiler correct, which if you read through chapter five, you'd have a pretty good idea is very likely.
There is still enough bread crumbs scattered that you may be kept wondering. However, by posting his comment, for those who haven't read everything and just hit the comments, he's ruined it.
Which judging by his comment, my guess is that's something he does a lot, to everything he touches.
There is another twist within the twist that you should not see coming. That's why this is one of my favorite stories.
I did not see it coming until it hit me.
I had a troll write to me and say that that the title was not descriptive enough. I do not know why I took the bait but I suggested he not judge a book by the title, and also added that it does have a summary;
I didn't write this. Mike McGifford did. I put it in the coming-of-age category, but it's also so much more. BDSM and incest, embarrassed nude females, and all the perverted shit that I enjoy rolled up into one delicious dish. Mike can take the subtle and mundane life of a family that happens to have a kinky side business and let you experience life with them through word pictures. It's not the best story I ever wrote. It's one of the best I have ever read.
He wrote back to tell me he wanted it to be a synopsis of the plot. He also accused me of using AI to write it.
I wrote back to ask him to kindly kiss my entire asshole, and ask him how it felt to want.
I said that it's 160+ pages, so trying to compress it into a cliff notes for him is not possible, and that it's more of a teaser. The story codes, and the first chapter should give him some idea but that the entire thing is a surprise - so a synopsis would ruin the surprises.
I also freely admit I use AI to help me brainstorm, research spell/grammar and rephrase awkward paragraphs, or turn American dialect into British, I think AI generated stories are swill and a cancer on this site. In addition, I did not write the story. My friend Mike did, and I know for a fact this is Mike's writing. One only has to read his other stories;
https://storiesonline.net/a/mike-mcgifford
To recognize his style, created long before AI was capable of writing shitty "Abigail leaned back and didn't miss a beat. She said it was all about X, not about Y, and looked toward her future with whispering sorrow in the moonlit fog."
It's shit.
I don't get much feedback. I do not have many people who want to collaborate or work on stories with me. I mentioned a while back my long term collaboration partner took my story and copyrighted it - not once but twice. He subsequently stopped but not before killing my desire to finish it.
It really sucked that the rare time that I get a response from someone, it's from a dickhead. I hit block and ended the interaction after that as I had nothing else to say to him and there was nothing he could say to me that could be interesting, entertaining or useful.
That's how I feel about the comments. It's a great place for anonymous dickheads to post their snottygrams, spoilers, and toxicity.
I am old.
I write a lot because it allows me to live through the eyes of my characters. I write to escape the shit, and live in a different world for a little while. However, it can be as lonely as this real world for me.
It's supposed to be a creative outlet, but it is often not because as an author I get stuck in what excites me and I thrive when I riff of other people's ideas and they riff of mine. I made a deal with myself a long time ago. I would only write as much as I read.
At the time, Vulgus, MaryS, Tailweaver, and dozens of authors that I really enjoyed were writing great content. I drank the ink with my mind, and swallowed it whole.
They don't really write that much any more if at all. Now, a lot of shitty AI generated shit gets generated and posted here. I still don't understand their motives.
I picture them sitting up in their high chair with poopy diapers, clapping their hands together through their Spiderman underoo jammy sleeves they pulled up to cover their hands "Fap, Fap, Fap! YEAH! I AM THE SAVIOR OF ALL MANKIND, I POSTED ANOTHER SHITTY AI GENERATED STORY AND IT DIDN'T AUTOMATICALLY GET THE AI GENERATED TAG, HAHAH! ALL THE PEOPLE ON THE SITE WILL THINK I USED MY WITTLE BRAIN TO WRITE BIG WORDS."
The big words look this;
I smiled. I stood carefully and followed him toward the bedroom, leaving the journal on the desk where moonlight touched its spine. My story was written. The next one was just the beginning.
Now, that is some of the shittiest shitty shit that the AI has ever created. This is what Microsoft and Amazon is laying off thousands of programmers, architects, and analysts for?
It is truly the enshitification of SOL and erotic stories. There is nothing redeemable about these stories. The guy who ripped off my story told me he put my story into AI and it told him that the details should be erased and just jump right to the sex part without any characterization.
The A/I may be correct. I probably do build a little slow, and savor the details, the sights the sounds, the tastes, the smells. I feel the breeze, and I can smell the fresh cut grass on the lawn, and the smell of those hamburgers wafting from the grill when my story takes me back. I break the laws of storytelling conservatism and luxuriate sometimes a bit too much in those rich word pictures.
However, I am reminded that even with the BILLIONS OF DOLLARS invested in AI, most of them still fuck up when you ask it how many R's are in a word like Strawberry unless they were hard coded to lie. They make the same mistake over and over because they can't learn from them. They write shitty stories with generic plots that are absurdly shitty, so I'd rather take my advice from a dickhead that doesn't know who the fuck Bea Arthur is, or who insists on giving away the plot to my story like a genuine asshole to people who may not have read it yet, or who emails me to tell me that I should summarize 163 page story into three sentences so he doesn't have to read all that.
They may be assholes, dicks, losers, and shitty people, but they aren't going to steal anyone's job and write stories that make me cringe like Mister Furley when his brother Bart calls him.
Oh come the fuck on, Don Knotts? You don't get that reference? Alright, so I am old.
I've seen the storm brewing on the horizon for a long time.
I have no problem with using AI to do research and to brainstorm. if you're using it to polish your work, that's great.
Softly, with the merest of touches, their lips met, a kiss so long in coming, light, almost chaste in the simplicity of the connection.
WTF? Those are certainly words.
I identified this issue quite some time ago but now it's gotten untenable for me.
There are people on the site who create stories of pure AI slop and slap their names on them. It's a bit like hiring 1,000 monkeys to type anything and then just waiting for it to write the perfect novel. It's actually never going to happen.
Not only is it plagiarism, To just tell AI to write it for you so you can put your name on it but it's the worst kind. It's like throwing dog shit all over the place that we are trying to walk.
I am not a snob. Not all stories will appeal to me. There are some poorly written stories on the site. The were written by someone who TRIED - homemade slop. I am okay with that. I can walk around it/ignore it.
I have been trying to just walk around the dog shit for some time now. I hate censorship and I hate the idea of excluding content that I might possibly enjoy.
Today an "author", who basically just went to some low-grade ai and got some cheap crap that doesn't follow even the basic rules of storytelling posted about three stories that he Auto generated as his own.
One thing that I learned is that you can not only filter out a particular author but if you go to category search, at the top there is an exclusions preference and you can pick AI generated as one of the options.
Lajeez has a detector that helps identify them and slaps that tag on there even if they don't.
It's not perfect, but if something AI wrote manages to get past the AI detector then maybe it's not bad.
There aren't enough good stories for me to have something to read all the time. I haven't found an AI generated story that would ever be enjoyable to me. They read a certain way and are always told in a vague unnatural style.
Usually there is some sort of opening line and then a closing line for each vignette, that contains some decorative language that's a dead giveaway.
"She looked to the Future, with Wonder and awe and as they started their future together".
Ai also has a tendency to use lists of three. It also has a tendency to make even the most mundane activity seem like something really fascinating.
Quite some time ago I generated a story where a guy goes to buy some Campbell's soup. I posted it as part of my blog to prove that AI generators were pretty shitty.
The other customers cheered him on as he made his way to the cash register and the guy bagging his groceries gave him a knowing glance that's soon he would be eating Chunky's. That sort of false excitement is usually another dead giveaway.
There may be a time when AI will write stuff that I might enjoy and I guess then I would give it a try but I don't enjoy dog shit. at some point, you're going to get to a point where you can't stand coming here and scanning through all of the poor titles and getting baited into clicking on the garbage.
Today was that day for me. This site was built on an idea that authors would have a place to post their stuff.
I don't enjoy every single story. There's a lot of themes that I don't get into. if they are coded and described, I don't mind them because I can just scroll past them.
Flash stories don't do anything for me. I don't like vignettes. I want to get to know the characters and fall in love with them. I can't do that in Flash. They aren't designed to do that. The solution was "Auto-exclude".
AI-generated is my only other Auto-exclude.
The AI generated ones are taking it to a whole new level. It's going to turn into an avalanche of dog shit if something isn't done to change the process.
If this guy that posted today keeps on doing it, pretty soon the site will be 30% AI slop, from him alone.
When somebody figures out how to hook up a workflow to easily open their browser and post a garbage AI story, They can autogenerate dozens of them in a day.
I don't know why they would but it's already starting to happen. My advice is just to check out of it and not step in it.
As many of you know, I worked with OmegaPet before Covid, pretty much every day for years. I could have worked all day on stories but instead I worked on this. It's rare I have this much time to set aside for writing.
I do hope that OmegaPet has a friend like me again, one day. He may come to appreciate them. He didn't appreciate me, or he wouldn't have thrown my friendship in the shitter for that story he had to know he was not entitled to steal. He had to know I would not abide it because he had stolen it before, and I told him he couldn't.
Imagine discovering that your friendship is so worthless, that someone you knew for six years would trade it just to get some votes on SOL? What a shitty fucking bargain.
He recently wrote a defense of his plagiarism of my work in his blog and called it an accident.
I wanted to write a single word response, which is "Bullshit".
That sums up exactly what I think of his lack of ownership of what he did. Bullshit sums up his lack of awareness of what it means to have your work stolen and eviscerated by a friend. Bullshit sums up my thoughts on the "accident" of stealing a story you knew you shouldn't steal, because the first time you stole it, I was ready to end our friendship over it. This is the second time he stole the same story without permission, and Bullshit sums up his entire response.
He didn't just take it without permission. He took it KNOWING that I said he can't take it. He took it KNOWING how I felt about having my experiences, my voice, my details removed and removed them. He took it with *NO* intention to even give me credit. He took it with the intention to take it to places I would not want him to take it.
He stole the story from me. He stole my WILL to continue the story now, as well.
His blog should have actually been an admission of what he did and an unqualified apology. You won't find those there. You will only find bullshit.
He is incapable of that. He still thinks his putting his name and copyright on my story was an accident and an over-reaction by me. If that is the case, let me add some context; You be the judge.
This is also a vent for me, and I apologize in advance for that. You didn't come here for drama. This is painful for me though, so I will share the raw feeling with you, anyway.
That is why a fresh betrayal hurts much more. As an author, there is always a risk that some troll is going to steal your stuff and post it up on some bookstore and sell it as their work. It would not hurt so much because snakes bites when you pick them up. If they bite you, you shouldn't be surprised. Trolls are parasitic shit stains and stealing is what parasitic shit stains do.
I was surprised that a friend would steal from me -not once, but twice. I was surprised that a friend would erase the very details that I worked so hard to create from my writing, but keep the framework of the story I wrote.
I shouldn't be, because it's not the first time he did it.
It's hopefully the last time he will do it to me. I'll follow his writing, if only to see whether or not he's dumb enough to think he's entitled to a fucking thing I wrote or created.
Imagine this scenario: You allow your friend to borrow your car a few times, and even though he never gives you credit for doing that, you are a good friend. He does stuff for you, it's not a one way street.
One day, he takes your car without asking. He doesn't put gas in it, which he knows you hate. He plans on keeping the car for himself, and you say "no, you can't do that."
He claims to be sorry, but only after you bring it up. He thinks you should be glad he took your car. You weren't using it at the moment. That's where I was with OmegaPet-59 a few months ago.
Over the years, he's taken my ideas and never given me credit for them. He's taken them in directions I didn't particularly enjoy, like attempted rape scenes that were unnecessary. As an author and a friend, I provided feedback on how I felt. He not only never gave me credit for creating the story/idea/characters, but he unabashedly kept those objectionable scenes in the story. The pattern was always there. He doesn't give a shit if this scene hurts a reader that wasn't expecting it.
He has a history of telling the same story over and over with slight variations. This rape was something that simply did not belong in there. It could have been that their daughter's date got a little handsy, and she asked him to leave. I wouldn't have even noticed that. This was a full on rape kit dude, who fled the scene.
I am not a fan of that, but I also felt ownership of these characters, and a sadness that, in some way, if a victim of rape, or even someone like me who can only try to fathom what rape survivors feel because I know some personally, might feel if they read it. Those characters felt real to me. He made them act like thoughtless assholes that laughed and fucked the night of her daughter's eldest rape.
I am realizing that's because HE is a thoughtless asshole, who does not understand the pain he creates and lacks empathy.
I did not want that rape associated with the characters I created. I told him that. He left it in.
There are some characters you read about or create that feel like more than just names on a page. I still remember Jeff and Diane from that story because I could see them. I knew them. They were created by distilling hundreds of experiences and people I've met into something that felt authentic.
They are an extension of me - of who I am and what I've done and where I've been and what I've learned.
So, that is why when he strips me out - it hurts. When he makes them act like his generic Leo/Mary characters that he always writes - it hurts. When he gives me no credit for their creation, it hurts.
As a friend, I gave him my silent permission to use them. We aren't friends. He may not have them. It kills me to take stories down. It's like chopping trees. He didn't attribute me as the creator of the story.
He never gave me credit for any of the work I did. As a friend, I silently respected that. We aren't friends. Fuck that. Those first chapters are mine. He did that to Mary Christmas, Hobo-Sexual, and several other stories. Hobosexual was supposed to be a story about a homeless person that we collaborated on. after my initial chapter, he gets her a home and makes her a regular sexual.
I wrestled with my beliefs in not censoring, being a good friend and my distaste for the scenario. Ultimately, I respected his decision to leave it in, but registered my distaste with him. That was not the case for his decision to steal my latest story and copyright it. In that one, I was 100% abundantly clear - this was an end to friendship level egregious action the FIRST time he did it.
So, doing it a second time is no accident, nor is it forgivable.
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, and this time he forced my hand - forgiveness is off the table, because I won't forget that he did it once already. I miss my friend OmegaPet. I miss my writing partner.
I will not miss the guy who stole my stories and slapped his name on them. That's the role he chose for himself.
The rape is not the only time he wrote something into a story I created that I could not abide and found distatesful; there are many other examples, but they would take too long to explain. I don't like censorship. I include a lot of kinky shit in my stories, even if I am not into it. I feel like authors should be able to do that. If the rape had been a plot pivot point, I could justify it. It was just something random he threw in.
I put damsels in distress or predicaments in my stories, but this type of scenario with parents who don't even call the law, get her therapy, offer to talk to her about it in more serious ways, or go out hunting down this motherfucker? Now, he made my characters do something that no parent should ever do.
At the time, he dismissed it by saying, "It was only ATTEMPTED RAPE, he didn't follow through."
"Oh, you only attempted rape? You tried to forcibly tie up this woman, but you fled the scene? nothing we can do about it then."
-The cops in Omegapets world.
The parents I created for this story, never get help for their daughter, they never even talk to her about it, they laugh about it, and go to bed. They never press charges. These were the characters that I created in that story, and they always made me feel terrible that this unnecessary event was in this story.
We've talked about it over the years, since it was published. As a friend, I allowed him to keep it in. We aren't friends. Those priveledges that came along with that friendship are revoked.. He ended that. He traded his latest theft of my story for that friendship. He loses all of what comes along with that friendship - everything. That's what it cost him.
It cost me more than the price he paid. I lost trust, I lost time, I lost the will to write that story. My friendship clearly meant nothing to him, so getting to write a shitty version of my story twice must have felt like a bargain.
That should have been my first clue that OmegaPet doesn't understand what crime is. He doesn't see the attempted rape as a crime. He doesn't see it as a big deal. He doesn't see assigning a copyright over a story he didn't write as a big deal.
He writes tear-jerker porn. It's about tragedies and abuse. I write embaressed nude females and CMNF/power exchange stories. We were friends even though we wrote different stories and found some common ground. The rape was not one of those things. The theft of this current story is not one of them. The direction he was planning to take it was not one of them either.
The rape was not salient to the plot and never gets called back. I know rape survivors of "attempted" rape and I know that it caused PTSD and they are *NOT* and may *NEVER* be okay. I mention this because my so-called friend still doesn't think he did anything wrong when he copyrighted my story a second time. The one I told him he could not have a month ago.
He says that it was an accident as well, apparently. He didn't intend to hurt me. He said in his qualified apology "I am sorry if you took it that way."
How else could I mothfuckering take stealing my story, putting your name on it an erasing me out of it when you know you shouldn't? How about just not doing it in the first place? If you do, admit it was wrong and apologize. Never doing it again.
How about that?
He took it again, yesterday. New Years Eve 2025. A perfectly shitty way to end a perfectly shitty year.
How could he think I would want him to take it? I will continue to ponder this. How could a reasoning person think that if you tell them you are ready to end your six-year friendship over their theft of your idea without your permission, that you should do it again in a month to see if I changed my mind?
How could you, as a reasoning person, when I've told you endlessly that erasing my style of writing out of the story kills me, think that you should erase my details out of the story I told you that you could not have in the fucking first place?
If you ask OmegaPet, his response will be that it was an "accident". I have accidents all the time. Spilling the milk is an accident. I've never accidentally taken a friends story, copyrighted it, put my name on it, changed the character's names, erased their details and overwrote it with a summary form ONCE.
He did it twice.
TWICE! to the same story. It must be some fucking story, right?
It's worth hurting a perverted old man, and hitting him in the fucking balls, crushing his spirit and stealing his will to write. That "accident" cost me a lot more than just a shitty friend that was never a friend.
It was an accident he edited it, put his name on it, copyrighted it, like the attempted rape in his story was an accident.
I mention a pet peeve like not putting gas in the car. That's because when he's taken my stories recently, he doesn't spend one second adding to the story. It's all about erasing the voice of "Eddie" and all the little details I enjoy so much about it. I write to live through the eyes of my characters and share those experiences with others.
I live through the character in this story. I want to live in the story, and when you read it, you live through my eyes. I don't know how to express how magical that transference of my experience to you as a reader is, but taking it away from me by stripping it from my story is a different kind of theft.
Stealing my ideas is one thing.
Stealing my words and feelings and replacing them with shitty ChatGPT writing is another altogether. It's painful because it means those memories translated into new stories, those elements of people I've known that get transfused into the characters to make them feel authentic are gone and erased - stripped by an uncaring, thoughtless asswhole who still thinks he is entitled to do it.
An asshole I was HELPING with creative writing but never once told to do this to my story.
His writing style is more like a police blotter. All the sensory details stripped out, all the body language flushed down the toilet. Even who is speaking and their tone of voice is generally deleted.
He's done this to several of my stories recently, and I told him to stop.
One sunny day about a month ago, he slapped his name on one of my unfinished draft stories. It's a story I particularly enjoyed, but it's about a family that loves life and enjoys it, and I was in a dark place. The Eskimos have a tradition where the women sleep with guests. This family doesn't see sex as a thing you "take" form women and they "give you". It's like sharing a meal/hospitality to them.
I *TOLD* him I put the story away until I was feeling it, and that he MAY NOT have this story. He takes it anyway and starts erasing my words from the story to make it more of a summary form.
I am often accused of writing stories with similar tropes, and I don't deny it. One of them is the nerdy, bashful guy who doesn't know shit. He's wet behind the ears and has no game. That was me back at that age. I write what I know, and I love that first kiss scene - when your hands are shakin,g and you don't know how long to hold the kiss.
I love putting someone like that into a scene with people who see sex as a positive, joyful thing, and he's not used to it.
I told Omega-Pet that he could absolutely not have this story a month ago. I told him how it made me feel to watch him strip those observations from the main character about the experience out of the story to "Hurry up and get to the action".
I told him that I have very little time left on this fucking planet, and have almost nothing of Eddie to leave behind in it.
I think about people like Ernest Bywater. If you knew him or knew of him, you knew he was generous with his time and his advice, and he helped people here. Fuck, I want to be like Ernest Bywater - even a little bit.
I think about Phil Phantom. I never met Phil but he wrote the filthiest most joyful shit you'll probably ever read. It was way ahead of its time. It is very likely Phil is not on this planet anymore, but you can still find his stories floating here and there.
SOL has been my home for many years. I've tried other sites but aside from one other forum, this is it. This is the archive where you can find my work. It's not the best work, but it's MINE. I WROTE IT. I DID NOT STEAL IT.
OmegaPet, Mike McGifford, and a few others have directly helped me over the years with editing. I am hesitant to mention names simply because I don't know how people feel about being mentioned in public but other authors helped me indirectly or with constructive feedback.
Ernest helped me. Vulgus helped me. Hooked6 helped me. MaryS helped me. The list is longer but you get the idea.
They may not know it, but their writing influenced me. It not only taught me how to tell stories in better ways, but it served as motivation. If I did that for OmegaPet, that would be great. Even if he is a lying sack of shit that plagiarizes stories.
A month ago, OmegaPet took my work, put his name on it, put a copyright on it, erased the essence of me and kept the story framework.
I told him our friendship was over - point blank. He had checked out of editing for me a long time before that and after many times telling him how I felt when he erased my essence from stories, taking one without my permission at all was simply a step too far.
He subsequently apologized. It was a qualified "I am sorry, if...."
I am a reasonable person. I have almost no friends. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and accepted his apology, even though any time you apologize - Here is something I'll share with you:
Anytime you apologize, everything after the word "if" or "but" has just invalidated your apology.
He tells me he never learned basic creative writing in high school. I am amazed that he embraces grammar rules so hard, but he won't do something as simple as "Show" over "Tell" the reader. His style is to drop a mountain of exposition on the reader like "We live in a two-story house" instead of "I went upstairs" (Which provides the context clue they have a two-story house).
I invest in him one of the few things that I know - how to tell a decent story. I am a master bullshitter from the old school. My storytelling style is to imagine sitting across from you in a bar, shooting the shit, and telling you the most interesting thing that ever happened to me. I write it just like I (or my main character) would tell it to you.
I learned to write like J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye and do "Show Not Tell" in High School. It's intrinsic to storytelling for me. I do not know how to write without it. I would not want to write without it.
I offer him a "Creative Writing" exercise with a throw-away scenario that means nothing to me. It's super generic. I show him how the father sits in the old car and explains to his son that things are different where they are going, to set up the reader to wonder "HOW DIFFERENT?" and to show the reader that the car is old to not only paint a picture but establish this man's financial means.
Yesterday, New Years Eve 2025, he decided to respond to that scenario with one of his own. This is where he stole my car a second time.
He takes the ONE story I told him not to take a month ago. The story I was ready to end our friendship over. The story I told him he abso-mother-fucking-lutely could not change and erase me out of. The story that I told him was joyful to me, was now his as far as he was concerned.
He renamed it.
He put a Copyright on top of it.
He put his name on it.
He renamed the two main characters.
He systemically went line by line, erasing the details and altering the dialogue.
He kept in everything that happened, but as if Eddie hadn't told it.
He writes pretty much the same story over and over. I call them "Leo/Mary" stories. He writes the same story about them meeting. The Leo gaslights and love bombs her, doesn't have to try hard and she falls head over heels for him. It's the instant win Mary Sue Romance trope.
I hate those stories, and I've made no secret of that to him. Over the years, he's used my ideas and turned them into Leo/Mary stories. The characters always act a certain way, and the Leo never faces any challenges, and has an instant win button. The Mary always has the same personality, and the existence of all other characters is only to faciliate the sex between these two characters.
That's what he likes. That's what his readers like. They can read endless variations of the same story. However, he was going to take MY story and do this to it.
He was going to take my story about this wonderful family. One that I had multiple characters already for and make it all about Leo/Mary. He told me and I quote: " you will clearly see the Mi Casa story is clearly a foundation for the early plot. However, this story is going to go in some different directions."
Foundation? Motherfucker, you stole the story, put your name on it like you wrote it, COPYRIGHTED IT, decided you would erase my details out of it, and then planned to make it into something I can't stand.
So he borrowed my car a month ago, didn't put gas in it, took it to a part of town I didn't want him to take it, planned to keep it, and only gave it back when I treatened to end our friendship.
A month later, he stole my car, plans to repaint it, alter it, register it in his name, and plans to take it somewhere I didn't want him to go with it.
If you go to his blog, he says he "Accidentally" Copyrighted my story.
He "Accidentally" woke up, turned on his computer, opened the file that had the story Eddie wrote that Eddie told him was not his.
He "Accidentally" took that story and erased out line by line the details that Eddie wrote and replaced them with summary that looks like ChatGPT wrote it (and it probably did)
He "accidentally" added a copyright with his name on it.
He "accidentally" emailed it to me to inform me that while he plans on taking my story, he will be going somewhere else with it.
It's 100% obvious to me that "Somewhere else" is the same story he always tells, because he already has my nervous virgin talking like Leo and my low-self-esteem hot but chubby girl acting like Mary.
I had all day to write yesterday. I had all day to write today.
Instead, I am so gutted and betrayed, I am not. He stole 48 hours of productivity from me, on top of everything else.
That's precious because we don't get that time back. I could have been working on stories, but I was so devastated that I had to vent, and reflect. Did I somehow tell him he could steal my story and keep it?
nope.
Could he possibly have gotten the impression from ANYTHING I EVER SAID about stealing this story and claiming it as his own that I'd be thrilled with his decision to steal it?
nope.
He maintains that if he "planned to steal it," why would he email it to me?
I don't know. He's clearly a fucking dumbass, who doesn't give a shit how I feel, so why does he steal the story in the first place and put copyright over it? He claims that's all accidental. He's not at fault, and I am a meanie.
I tell him that we are not friends. There is no coming back from this. I tell him that over the years, three of his most popular stories are characters I created, in scenarios I created, and he never once gave me credit in any form or fashion. as a friend, I allowed that. As a person he stole from, I do not.
I appreciate those who wrote to me to tell me that, legally, his copyright may not stand. I do not have the money, time, or interest in court. I documented with Lajeez that I wrote the story. I am hesitant to have him manage the dispute as if I were Lajeez, I'd suspend us both and forbid the story to be posted just to save myself the drama.
It probably will *NEVER* get published anyway, because it's too painful to post, since a former friend of over five years took it upon himself to steal it not once, but twice, and erase my essence out of it.
You can't take the plot of Star Wars, change Luke to Pete Skywalker, and write shitty dialogue, but follow the same plot and copyright it as a new IP. You can make a "parody," but tbh if he tries to steal my ideas, there are not a lot of options I really have.
Before any smart ass armchair lawyer emails me about 'fair use' or some parody Disney hasn't come after - just understand that's not the point of this analogy. He wasn't writing a parody. He was stealing my work and putting his name and copyright on it. I do not sell my work and never will. I do not have any financial interest in this, but I do not want my shit behind paywalls, either. I do not want others claiming my writing is theirs. I'd be okay with fan fiction that continues my story 100%. What OmegaPet was doing was not that. It was "Hey guys, I just wrote this new idea called Star Wars." as if you wrote it. Plagiarism.
The only thing is to loudly and longly say "OmegaPet is a selfish, conceited asshole that stole my work and plagiarized it. He copyrighted it, and I do not recognize the copyright and dispute his legal right to it."
I have other updates and such to share, but I thought I'd put this one to rest without getting into it further. I mentioned this yesterday and included his version and mine (the first bit) for reference. I'll follow his work to see if he has the audacity to try the old "I changed it just enough that I can claim I wrote this" technique.
To which I would try the technique of:
"Legally, that would be true, but ethically you are a motherfucking thief and fuck head. You copied my homework, you aren't an author. You are a cheater. You stole the characters. You stole the scenes. You stole the events. You took from me the experience of writing this wonderful story by making it impossible to enjoy in the future. You planned to eviscerate the essence of my words and replace it with substandard chatGPT for low attention spans. I will let everyone know what you did. I hope 2026 brings you the fucking karma you so richly earned, and that you choke on this fucking story that meant more to you than six years of my friendship."
If that technique does not work, so be it.
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