I find online generators help when you can't think of anything. Those often end up being more of a crack fic, though...
Crystal is encouraging me to post it in OT I'm gonna finish up and then post it here to run by people
The room is painted a sterile white and books sit in tall, haphazard piles around the room. A man wearing a headset sits in a chair in the center of it all. In front of him is a microphone and a camera. “Is this thing even on,” he says loudly and taps the camera’s lens. His nails are bitten down to the quick. “Yes, please refrain from touching the lens.” A voice comes through his headset. It’s faint and fuzzy, but has a distinctly middle eastern accent. The man sits back in the chair. His face is something out of a horror film, all open sores and fresh blood. A black, pirate-esque eyepatch covers one eye. The other is milky with blindness and rolls around at its own will. His whole body is dangerously thin and angular with his elbows and knees sticking out of his robe at odd angles. He wears thick hospital socks. The visible parts of his arms are mottled with almost black veins. “I’m Patient 236. I’m on day fifteen of detox.” Reed pauses and pulls off his hat. He doesn’t have hair and instead coarse-looking, purple and yellow feathers stick up every which way. “My feathers are growing back in brighter than before and my skin is healing. I have skin again. But I still have nightmares.” Reed stares blankly through the lens like he can see into another world. Darkness passes through his eyes which are milky with cataracts. “Tell us about the nightmares, 236,” the voice is more curious than demanding. “They’re terrible. I’m back on the farm all over again,” Reed keeps staring blindly through the camera. “I’m back on the farm and The Moric has me in the fields. Fertilizing the crops. I’m constantly pushing the wheelbarrow between trees. Constantly dumping bodies into the ground. And every single time it’s her. It’s her. It’s her. It’s her. Her. Her. Her.” “236.” “Her. Her. Her. Her.” “Who is her?” “Her. It’s her. It’s her.” Reed falls forward, his mouth pressed against the camera. “It’s always been her.” He falls completely silent except for quick breaths. His eye is staring off at nothing and sweat is beading on his hairline. “Get a nurse in there ASAP,” says a new voice through the headset. This one has a certain singsong quality to it, like she actually cares about the outcome of the situation at hand. The static from the headset is gone and replaced with a steady, you-have-been-disconnected-from-the-call beep. A nurse slams the door open. They push Patient 236 back into his seat, strapping him there with a zip tie across his chest and another around his wrists behind the chair. She presses her fingers to his thin neck where veins are prominent. “Not again,” she sighs. She closes her eyes tightly for a moment, her whole body taunt and shaking. A single tear rolls down her face. She picks up the headset and reconnects the call, “He’s gone.” “Okay, Susan,” the middle eastern voice answers. “We’ll bring in another one tomorrow.” “Why? What’s the point of all of this?” “We need to find her. She is the key.” Susan ends the call. “She’s the one. The one we need. Blah blah blah. Do they have any idea what a mess this is to clean up time after time,” she mocks them, putting a black trash bag over the chair and body as she does. “We can still hear you, Susan.” Susan laughs and pushes the chair onto its side with a loud thump before turning off the camera.
I posted an opinion piece about sexual accusations against Jake McElfresh/Front Porch Step on Off Topic if you wanna read that
"There is this forest I keep seeing, it's always the same...." "Tell me about this forest, my child, I want to know about it" "It starts with me walking...." I walk into a forest and then I hear some movement from behind. Turning around, I find that there is no way back, the trees suddenly stretch into a very far way back. The branches are dead, and the tree looks like it's been dead for years. Every tree looks the same, dead. I continue my walk by following the path. The path leads to a tree in its way, this tree seems larger than the other trees. This tree also seems to be warding off even the crows that fly by. I grow weary of the tree because the crows fly away when they almost touch one of its branches. The tree also has leaves on it, but the leaves are black. I walk around the tree, careful of the leaves and branches. The path continues on and I come across a lake. The lake seems to reflect the moonlight in a silky kind of way. But the water also looks red. It tastes salty, and smells like blood. (to be continued)