Mud sucked at the old farmer's boots as he trudged on. Head down, cap tipped against the orange sunset, he mused on the thick clay soil that sustains his farm and life, that slows his way home and that he will, in time, be laid to rest in.
As a bonus, heres a link to the tune I wrote recently that inspired this entry 🙂
https://gribbles.bandcamp.com/track/days-end
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It’s an AI creation I invoked using Mindjourney.
The other 3 tracks on the EP this track is from have AI covers too. I was particularly pleased with this one and Mistrise…
I meant midjourney (fat fingers!) - it's one of the AI art generators.
ah okay, thank you. I know nothing about AI art generators, but maybe I will try one out :)
Do. I know there's a bit of controversy bouncing around them, but there's no denying they're fun to play with!
Love the story, and the tune! Thanks for writing with us, it's so nice to have you here!
Aw - thanks.
I've entered a couple previously (won one!), but will try do do more. It's fun!
It's harder than it looks! I've written a number of them. I love the meaning to drop into the reader's mind on the last word. Yours did that for me, but what happened instead of meaning dropping is was that it dropped me off a cliff into the meaning of life! Very rich story, simply and tidily told. Love it, I really do.
This could almost be the biography of my great-grandfather ... well done...
