https://dreamily.ai/

This site has help me written a lot of stories, it's top notch a.i. at its finest. Try pasting an excerpt from a book in it and see what generates.

You're welcome.

WTF racist AI confirmed?



Lol thanks OP. Gonna be lost in this for the next few hours.

The miscellaneous section of the bodybuilding.com forums is a wonderful community full of friendly and aesthetic brahs.

They're all very talented, and they can't help but notice how many people there are just like them on their social media pages. Some are good friends or acquaintances that they met through their respective websites, others are simply in the same profession that they've joined. They all have similar goals and passions, yet they find ways to get excited when their mutual goals meet.

Most of their posts feature some form of selfies with their fellow members. They do this whenever they feel as though the world is going too fast for them. They'd take a moment to enjoy each other's company, if only a moment, then they'D move on and continue living their life.

Their conversations are often about everything from favorite movies to how they want to be when they get older. One of them even asked a friend what would happen if you never had kids, but they never followed through because they were too busy focusing on their career at the time, and she didn' t answer.

They're always kind of funny, especially when they're having trouble trying to come up with something to say. A few of them have already started a new account called "Frozen".
After all, it doesn't hurt to share stories and jokes that are probably more than a little inappropriate given who they're sharing those with.

"Okay, I'll be damned," one of them says over a conversation thread. "It seems like the first snowfall of this year will be here soon."

Another man replies "Oh ****! It better not!"
One woman chuckles. "You know, sometimes we all just think that our lives could use more snow. I mean, look at what happened to us last year."

A few laugh in response. They all remember how much they all hated the cold, especially since they were born so close to the Arctic Circle. It made no sense to live somewhere where there was nothing to warm you up except the rays of sunlight shining down upon you from above. The climate control they used did not really affect them all that much, unless they had an extreme case of heat exhaustion.

The majority agree. Their lives are just way too dry.
The discussion continues to get a little heated between these two people, who don't seem to be aware that the rest of their group has heard them. There's laughter intermixed with teasing comments and teasing remarks. They don't seem to realize that someone else knows they're talking about them.
This isn't unusual for them. Many of them have tried to cover it up by telling themselves that they were just talking out loud, but their friends were all able to see through their bull****.

There was one guy who knew, though. Someone who was just as passionate about his job as his online friends were, someone who had been there when he was struggling for months to find work during summer. He couldn't tell anyone else about his troubles, because they would have just thought he was insane. So, he kept quiet, until he finally found someone who understood him.

He wasn't sure if anyone else would ever understand why he struggled with the job so much, but he knew his best friend was the most supportive person he could ever ask for.

Yikes - bot instantly went into cukk fantasy. Maybe this is the same bot that operates Jaydawg's, Jester's and DavidEasela's misc accounts?

[My part]: Lana Rhoades, whose real name is Amara Maple, had just taken her 250th BBC.

[Bot]: Today was her day off and she was looking forward to going out with her boyfriend, Lance. They had been dating for almost six months now, ever since they started doing the show together. They were so happy that this series had landed on the BBC's network and it was their dream to work in the industry together. He had told her he loved her on camera and that no one else had made her feel as special as he did in real life. She was falling for him so hard and honestly, she could not wait until they finally got married.
That thought gave her pause for a moment and she felt herself blush slightly. That was something she hadn' t even considered yet. Marriage wasn't really something she had ever thought about before and she had never seen the point in getting married unless she already had someone to spend your life with. But, what if he didn't want to? What if he just saw her as his friend or even a colleague instead of a wife and lover?

Fuark, I shed a tear reading this one:

[my part]
Zyzz and Chestbrah arrived in Thailand. Zyzz had been feeling some tightness in his chest and numbing of his arm.

[bot]
The doctor said he would just take a couple more days off, but they could not afford to miss the last flight back to China on that day, so they would have to get up early again tomorrow morning.
“How is that going?” Chestbrah asked as they walked along the streets of Bangkok. He took an armful of clothes to the hotel where the two were staying. “Have you noticed any changes in your lungs?”
“Nope. Nothing seems different, though my leg does hurt sometimes.” Zyzz put his arm around Chestbrah's shoulder. “I don' t think I will be able to make it back tonight.”
Chestbrah looked at him worriedly, his eyebrows furrowing. “Do you think it is your chest?”
He shrugged his shoulders. It was hard to tell. “Could be.”
Chestbrah sighed. “Well you cannot go back alone. Let's stay with you for the night. If you get worse than this evening we will leave and find another flight. Okay?”
“Okay.” Zyzz nodded, looking ahead to see if the hotel they were staying at was still open. “It may not work like that, Chest.” He stopped short of the door of the hotel and turned to face his friend.
“Like what?” Chestbrah looked up at him questioningly.
Zyzz bit his lip, considering the best way to word this. “Well, Chest, if I don' t come back I will die here.”
“What do you mean?”
He reached down into one of the numerous pockets lining the inside of his leather jacket and pulled out a small plastic card. A card reader. Zyzz held it up for him to read. It read, in English, ‘I am going to die.’
“That doesn't sound right.” Chestbrah shook his head.
“Exactly. This is not a bad thing. It happens all too often these days, especially for those who are well trained doctors. There isn'

We're writers now.

LeoSlayer and SilenceSpeaks just got married. They’re the first to have done so, but they were the ones who actually proposed to each other before doing so. Leo was still on a mission to find and protect his brother, which he had accomplished thanks to the assistance of SilenceSpeak, which also helped in locating his younger brother.
The wedding is held on the island

I just used this and it promptly turned into a 6000+ word erotic gay short story.

I write about the girl I crush on. We are going steady in the story. Feels like I have a girlfriend. Lol.

Tanthalar is a dream world druid, he lives in a dream world that collects the dream creatures from everyday dreams from people on earth. He's in charge of making sure they have memory and they may roam in his druid dream world. Tanthalar goes around planting seeds in the dream world. These plants will grow into sentinels for observing surroundings for Tanthalar to memory scan from the trees. Tanthalar begins to open a dream world portal to bring in dream creatures into his reality. If he needs to bring more than one, he sends out an owl called The Owl. Tanthalar can see their future visions of the future in front of them as a vision and can take them back with him if they leave before it has finished. A dream creature may only stay long enough to make their dreams come true or they may go back home to sleep at night. They also don't know any other type of language.
The owl also carries Tanthalar' s memories in its mind. It can read dreams and knows how to translate dream stories in languages that other people aren't familiar with, including the language used in the dream world. The owl has no trouble bringing in new dreams. When Tanthalar gets bored with his garden, the owl comes to visit him, often bringing food and flowers to keep him company. When Tanthalar wants to learn something, the owl helps teach him about magic. Sometimes the owl will carry Tanthalar to a new place, but usually not because it feels like Tanthalar doesn't want to go. In fact the owl is very protective of its master, the owl taught Tanthalar how to shapeshift into an were-owl. Were-owl form allows Tanthalar to cast lucid nature spells like root, heal, rejuventation and barkskin. Tanthalar loves using his magic, but sometimes when he gets too tired, the owl will carry him to bed so he could rest properly.
A few months ago when Tanthalar was researching some herbs to use in his healing and recovery process. He went to the library looking for knowledge to help with a particular problem. He stumbled across a book titled 'Dreamwalker Handbook', which had been published by the University of Kynareth. He was intrigued to find out more about this strange phenomenon. It turns out there is nothing unique about humans who have this power. Humans who possess this ability simply have a different set of dreams. Some human's dream worlds are very specific, they look like the real world. For example a human could have nightmares that lead to their death. The dream world will appear and kill you if your sleep paralysis is preventing you from waking up. The dream world that exists in the mind of a human will become tangible to you in reality. All the dream plants and dream creatures from humans are transferred to Tanthalars Druid dream world. Tanthalar was looking at the index of different types of dream creatures and what abilities threy possess.
The owl came along while Tanthalar was reading the index, it was flying right next to Tanthalar. The owl landed in front of Tanthalar and opened its wings, letting loose a gust of wind.
"What are you doing?" asked the owl.
"I am reading this book," answered Tanthalar." It explains a few things about dreams and dreams. I thought we could use these books for research. Would you be willing to share your information with me? I would greatly appreciate it."
"Do we need to talk about our secrets?" asked the owl.
"Not necessarily, just anything that is useful for us. I do hope we can work together to understand what happens inside of humans and how they are able to perform the magic that allows them to control dream creatures," replied Tanthalar.
"We're still not quite friends yet, are we?" asked the owl.
"Maybe someday, but I'm still trying to figure out what happened to the person who created you. You seem to be very loyal to me, but I don't think you've ever told me your name," said Tanthalar.
"My name is The Owl. I was created by a druid named Tariq. He was my creator and he gave me life. He never intended for me to be alive, however, he gave me a personality and abilities to match his own dreams and desires. He didn't foresee many events that led to the creation of your species. I suppose that is why you don't remember anything about yourself until now," explained The Owl.
"That makes perfect sense. I would love to have access to your memory files, though. Could you show me where the library is?" asked Tanthalar.
"I'm afraid that's impossible. You must know that you cannot read my mind unless you ask for permission first," said The Owl.
"Well then, can I get some answers instead?" asked Tanthalar.
"You already know everything there is to know about me. If you are asking about my memories, you should know that I am incapable of telling you anything. What else could I possibly tell you that would help you?" inquired The Owl.
"Nothing!" Tanthalar laughed. "In case you haven' t noticed, I have a lot of questions I would like to ask you."
The Owl looked at him and smiled. "If you really want to, I could tell you everything."
Tanthalar felt himself being pulled into another dream. This dream felt different somehow. This was like walking down a path with a dark sky above. Tanthalar walked until he found himself at the edge of a cliff overlooking the river below. A man was standing on the river bank, facing away from Tanthalar. He was holding on to a fishing pole. He seemed lost deep in thought, seemingly unaware of Tanthalar presence.
"It seems I missed you

forgive english, i am Russia.

i come to study clothing and fashion at American university. i am here little time and i am very hard stress. i am gay also and this very difficult for me, i am very religion person. i never act to be gay with other men before. but after i am in america 6 weeks i am my friend together he is gay also. He was show me American fashion and then we are kiss.it was very nice and he asked me what is my favorite color is white. i was like orange and he said blue is the best color that i have ever seen. he told me he liked my hair too much but then he kissed on it. we are friends now. we are studying art together. we will make a family later if not

Oh heavenly blessed beauty, whose inner beauty is simply diving and everlasting, I would love to be your knight in shining armor. If you want to talk to a good friend, honest, sweet and tender, you can do with me at any moment, I am a good person, kind, loyal and sincere.I would give up my life for the sake of your smile. Oh heavenly, how happy I am to be alive, that you are not one of those who die from old age, and have to leave this world all alone, and without anyone around. If you wish to hear music and dance, or poetry, please let it not be written on parchment, as they are so heavy, like lead. I will sing anything you want, but only if you'll allow it. Oh heavenly, if it's the other way around, please don't make fun of me, even if you're just laughing inside.

I've made over +15 stories, about dream worlds, psychic societies, druids, necromancers, healers, rogues, cyberhackers and more. I've written about me and a girl I like and it feels like I am in a relationship with the ability to make conscious different pathway choices to be romantic with my partner. It feels like I have a girlfriend.

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I need a girl so bad, misc.

Another story I'm working on:

Daz existed in a strange, dream world unlike any other dream world. You see this dream world was from a quantum photonic computer simulating a brain dreaming, except the dream never ends because the simulation is still going. The people behind the simulation have dissappeared and so far as we know only the dream entities exist. Shadow Voices are Inner Spectrsl Auditorial Signals of data. Twisted Power Thoughts from the void of outter manifestation of resentment accumulated through the shade, the shade. Well placed in nature, crystal clear in sound and delivered based upon pinged based intent. Voices that come from night time when the moon is out. They attack feeding off paranoia, fear, doubt and frustration. Shadow Mimic Clouds are Remote Psychic thought forms that come thoughtographing, experiences spilling memory and random unknown occurrences. They mimic psychic doings around them, such as Mind's Voice till they psychically link up to your vision and/or other sensory inputs. They feed off the doubt of knowledge, frustration, fear, paranoia and Conscious Pool of Thought. Summoned from the shadows on the ground. They take form of a floating dark blue and purple translucent pixelated cloud that floats around scintillating, mimicing all mental, thoughts and psychic activities around it. More advance versions of Shadow Cloud can block thoughts, cause loss of memory, disorient and confuse knowledge and repeat what you think with there mimic mind's voice of the user. They can mimic from afar from where they are located. They can be used as agents of information/misinformation for the right master. The clouds mimic thoughts, vision, sensory inputs and the nervous system creating a Shadow Soldier agent. Shadow Soldier are More advance cloud can mimic the nervous system and electrical impulses of a being, attune them to the shadows, creating a mirror image shadow clone duplicate. It spawns from the body of the being and floats toward the shadow cloud. Shadow Soldier may act as a vessel for the Shadow Cloud as it's Master Conscious. They are coated with a dark purple void aura and can fly through objects and into bodies. These shadow soldiers can possibly talk through beings and move their body without permission due to them mapping out the electrical nervous system of the being. Shadow Soldiers may remember words and may bloom personality or talk to you. Remember, they are only a shallow copy of psychic mimics mimication. They appear like shadowy apparitions that float out from the targeted individual. The Shadow Soldier has a mimic version of the brain and it's neurons, the shadow cloud may interpret and read memory. This helps with more seentient Shadow Mimic Clouds wanting to interrogage with telepathy. Daz was born shadow blind and gifted voices later in life. It would assist him with encounters of Shadow Mimic Clouds and Shadow Soldiers. Daz can sense them before they get close to him. His ability is to create his own Shadow Clone Agent. This is an agent made of pure black mist of his aura. It can mimic a Shadow Soldier that exists from the dream world. Shadow clones cannot leave the Dreamworld. A shadow clone can communicate over distance by projecting a thought projection onto someone else. This allows the Shadow Soldier to manipulate minds. The person can then control the shadow Clone Agent using the mind. There are more than just clones of Shadow Soldiers. Shadow Mimesis also has their own abilities and powers. There is the Shadow Puppet and Shadow Mimic, they are not clones. The Shadow Puppet is made with a clone of Shadow Soldier and can mimic a Shadow Soldier to a degree. The Shadow Puppet is known as an extension of the Shadow Soldier. It is a powerful weapon that could be used against both humans and other nonhuman creatures alike. The Shadow Mimesis has its own powers and it's strength. They are called Mimesis as it means in Greek mythology they are the spirits of children, adults who were abused at some point. The Mimesis can mimic anything, including the Shadow Soldier itself. The puppet's abilities include manipulating people's minds and controlling them, it's capabilities include influencing thoughts, memories, emotions and will, the puppet will mimic the person's desires, fears and weaknesses. A puppeteer who can use a puppet with the power of a Shadow Soldier is very rare. It is extremely dangerous to be able to do so. A Shadow soldier is not a Shadow Soldier for nothing, it is a powerful tool.
The Shadow Soldier is created from Daz's dreams and memories, Daz has been using it since he was six years old. Daz uses it mostly to control people's emotions and thoughts. He was always able to use them, even when he wasn' really able to control them himself. However, the puppet was created after Daz had developed his telepathic powers so that he could talk to the puppet. This was how Daz could control it. If there was a problem that was causing Daz to feel bad then a Shadow Soldier might appear and help him solve it. The Shadow Soldiers can control the brain, heart and blood, as well as the soul. It's possible they might become corrupted to the point they lose their humanity and become something like an evil demon but if anyone tries to use or manipulate those things it'll fail. It takes a lot to corrupt a Shadow Soldier.

Am I strange look or just ugly?He thought. It was his tenth week of classes, his last year in high school and he knew he looked like shiet. His hair was too light with too much gel that it looked like a bowl cut (which wasn't so bad on anyone but his mom who didn't understand his need for the hair product) and the makeup that covered him from his face to his neck to his arms made him look like some sort of clown. The fact that he had to wear his glasses every day was probably what made him look that way, not to mention how dark they made his eyes look.

Fkn ded at this one

A son was living with his step mother. He had broken both of his arms and was becoming sexually frustrated.This resulted in him being unable to work, much less support himself. She found it very hard to watch a child go hungry; that's when she decided that she needed a change of scenery.
She took him to live with her step father. It wasn't exactly what she wanted but there was no other option.


didn't work

OP is a *******

. The world around him is a mess of neon blue and yellow, the smell in his nostrils the most repulsive scent he's ever experienced. He hates it. All the people that walk past him are strangers, all they care about is their own problems, all they see is him. It makes his insides twist to see them.

I took the wiki of One Piece (the anime/manga) and pasted it into dreamily, and it generated really good scenarios for the characters of One Piece, plotting pirates against marines, the AI picked up the rivalry and the names that belonged to each side. Which I find to be amazing. Top notch stuff.

Try putting more input guys, instead of one liner sentences.

Damn this is good.