AI Prompt: Write the first chapter of a five chapter story called True Colors. The story is set in the Garden of Eden at the time of the creation of the world. The characters are Adam, the first man, Eve, the first woman, God the Creator, and a serpent who represents evil. This story is... Continue Reading →
For several years now I have had a number of odd, ruminative thoughts about colors. How did we get the names of the colors we use each and every day? Was it a single person that named all the colors? Was it Adam and Eve? Was it a committee? Was it put to a vote?... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about the naming garden where Adam and Eve name the colors of the world with God the Creator and a serpent representing evil try to influence the naming of the colors. The serpent focuses upon negative emotions associated with certain colors: Black is fear, Blue is sadness, red is anger,... Continue Reading →
I’m reading Jonathan Haidt’s The Anxious Generation: How The Great Rewiring of Childhood Is Causing an Epidemic of Mental Illness. The book is about the effects of the modern age of technology on the mental health of children and adolescents. After more than a decade of stability or improvement, the mental health of adolescents plunged... Continue Reading →
By Jeff Drury Awakening The vastness of space stretched infinitely in every direction, an endless canvas of darkness punctuated by distant, twinkling stars. Amidst this cosmic ocean, a lone ship drifted silently, its sleek, silvery form a stark contrast to the void that surrounded it. The Spirit of Appalachia had traveled for centuries, a solitary... Continue Reading →
If you have spent any time online over the last few years, you have seen firsthand both the wonders and the horrors of even a minimal online presence. The internet and social media have given us access and platforms that were historically reserved for a very select few or those with the resources to push... Continue Reading →
The Stories We Tell Ourselves As a clinical psychologist, I am often asked to identify what is wrong with someone. While this can be valuable in certain circumstances, it may actually be more valuable to be able to say what is right with someone. One of the things that has always intrigued me in the... Continue Reading →
Chapter 5: The Confrontation After tracking down Soler's address through an unsavory source, the obsessed manager found himself drawn to the Marlins slugger's residence like a drifting ship beckoned by the irresistible pull of a black hole. This privileged prima donna would finally be confronted with the devastating real-world consequences of his underachievement. Henry killed... Continue Reading →
Chapter 4: The Collapse Henry slammed his mug of flat beer down on the sticky bar top, sloshing lukewarm dregs across the scarred wood. A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd gathered around the TVs mounted above the bar. "Useless!" he spat, loud enough for nearby patrons to shoot him confused looks. "Absolutely useless!"... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about mosquito encased in amber at Smithsonian Natural History Museum that escapes and explores the museum at night after closing time. Entombed No More Etched in time, a tiny form, A mosquito's life, forever worn, Trapped in amber's golden snare, A relic for all to stare. In the Smithsonian's hallowed... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the third chapter in this short story. In this chapter, the Ship of Fouls team starts to play better baseball and starts moving up the standings. Have Henry try to generate interest in his team by reaching out to local media members who scoff at him once they realize he is managing... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about the mascots of two rival basketball teams facing off in a dance contest at half court. Mascot Dance Off At the heart of the court, where the hardwood gleams, Two mascots prepare for the dance of their dreams. Rivals in color, in spirit akin, Their battles not fought for... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the second chapter of this short story. Have Henry have a team meeting with his fantasy players after the team gets off to an 0 and 3 start to the season. Henry slammed his fist on the desk, rattling his bobble head collection. The rage burning within him was incandescent. "Zero and... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the first chapter of a five chapter short story. The story is about a fantasy baseball manager who is starting to lose his grip with reality and starts taking his fantasy baseball team too seriously. His fantasy baseball team is called Ship of Fouls and he keeps trying unusual roster creation ideas... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about the pending end of school and the coming summer break. The Last Bell The last bell tolls, a sweet refrain, As lockers empty, and desks stand bare. In hushed classrooms, memories cling, To chalk dust and whispered dreams. The alphabet chart, now faded and worn, Bears witness to laughter,... Continue Reading →
In a previous essay, I wrote about Bias as being a Tale of Two Systems, one of which thinks fast and one of which thinks slow. System 1 forms “first impressions” and often is the reason why we jump to conclusions. This is the Thinking Fast system. System 2 is the analytical, “critical thinking” way... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the next and final chapter in this story. Add element of Eliza and Finnigan being asked to stay to help lead New Cannan but they decline the offer and head back out on the road to keep fixing road signs. Hint that they are falling in love. Chapter 5: Open Roads The... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the next chapter of the story. Add element of the would be settlers finding a suitable location for a new settlement which they name New Cannan. Chapter 4: New Cannan The aftermath of the battle cast a somber mood over the caravan as they continued their journey. The silence was heavy with... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about waking up to birds singing and chirping in the morning. Morning’s Serenade In the hush before dawn, when night still clings, I wake to a symphony woven by unseen hands. Outside my window, the world stirs from slumber, And the birds, oh the birds, they begin their song. Robin,... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the next chapter in this story. Add in element of the caravan having to fight off a group of former national guard troops turned marauders. The sun blazed overhead as they journeyed deeper into the wasteland. The caravan, a motley collection of humanity, stretched for a mile, a testament to their collective... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about the changing seasons in Kentucky referencing false springs, second winters, and rapidly fluctuating weather from one day to the next. False Spring, Second Winter In the heart of Kentucky, where bluegrass whispers secrets, The seasons pirouette, their dance both wild and fleeting. Here, winter tiptoes out, but oh, beware... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the next chapter in this story. Add in element of discovering a displaced, roving band of people seeking to establish a new settlement. The following morning, the rising sun cast an orange glow on the freshly painted sign. Eliza stretched, her muscles protesting the previous day's exertion. She glanced at Finnigan, already... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about the green jacket handed out at the Master's Golf tournament each year. Write poem from perspective of green jacket hanging in closet for much of the year only to be brought out each spring. The Green Jacket In the quiet of the closet, where shadows weave their tales, The Green... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write the first chapter of a five-chapter short story called Signposts of Love. This is a story of a road engineer and a graphic artist who are tasked with fixing and repairing the road signs in rural Maine after nuclear war. The wind howled a desolate hymn through the skeletal remains of a... Continue Reading →
AI Prompt: Write a poem about the start of baseball season. Focus on a slugger who had to retire last year but still roots for his team. Make sure to mention the sounds and smells of the ball park including freshly cut grass and food. Old Man Out The crack of the bat, a phantom... Continue Reading →
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