Conor Matthews
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Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews
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The Trees Swallow People: Part 16
#HI The following week, when I returned to fulfill my new obligations I was so generously invited to partake in, walking once again from the train station, passed the two petrol stations, and playing a real life game of Frogger across the bypass, and then the
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
The Trees Swallow People: Part 15
#HI If I said you were invited to a party, but I said it with a gun in my hand, would you go even if you didn't want to? I've always found it funny whenever I received a letter from the Department of Social Protection, welfare that is, proclaiming how I am invited to an exciting employment activation scheme… or else I may have my jobseekers allowance cut. They never outright say it, but it's heavily implied. My theory is they can't outright say they will cut it. Likewise, me holding a gun isn't me threatening you, but you probably should accept the invitation.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
AI: A Response
#HI Beep boop; this was written by a real human boy. I am number one million to have thoughts of AI creations, so I won't bore you with the background details. You know that AI generation in the fields reserved for human creativity (literature, art, coding, etc.) has taken a massive leap forward, with the effects already being felt as artists see their work stolen, signature and all, and news outlets are openly saying "a human didn't write this".
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Humans
The Trees Swallow People: Part 14
It's Christmas in a few days, and understandably there's an unease about it. There's an odd feeling of shame intermingled with determined jovial spirits. There are fewer houses than ever decorated (many are without the excuse of being abandoned), yet of those that are, they appear more festive than in previous years. Interestingly, many of the ones I know lie empty are decorated, draped in lights hanging from the gutters, windows frosted in mock-snow from a spray can, and, perhaps a little morbidly given everything, a tree dressed in baubles and lights. Fake trees, obviously, but you wouldn't blame people for breaking from tradition.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
