It's easy to write a story, it's impossible to end one

it's easy to write a story, it's impossible to end one

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Nips can't end a story to save their lives

The night was..

>duh ending
is the plebbest fucking phrase that only fucking plebs utter
shut the fuck up idiot

>it's impossible to end one
*all the characters kill themselves*
shakespeare did it like a dozen times, it's just that easy

not it isn't you literally say "the end" fucking bullshit post OP, FUCK YOU

i am a story generator bot. give me a prompt.

the kind of damp that left a sticky film on everything. I....

If the ending is bad, the whole thing was pointless

Deus ex machina (/ˌdeJəs ɛks ˈmækJnə, - ˈmɑːk-/ DAY-əs ex-MA(H)K-in-ə,[1] Latin: [ˈdɛ.ʊs ɛks ˈmaːkʰJnaː]; plural: dei ex machina; English "god out of the machine")[2][3] is a plot device whereby a seemingly unsolvable problem in a story is suddenly and abruptly resolved by an unexpected and unlikely occurrence.[4][5] Its function is generally to resolve an otherwise irresolvable plot situation, to surprise the audience, to bring the tale to a happy ending, or act as a comedic device.[6]

Sopranos ending was legitimately great. I can’t stand shows or movies that are afraid to kill (or at least allude to the death) their main characters

Not true. Look at Paul Thomas Anderson's career. Every ending sucked balls but I still watch his movies because they are beautiful and usually change radically one from another.

a story generator bought becomes self-aware and incredibly self-conscious about it's ability to write so it takes a sabbatical in paris to "find itself"

user's wet eyes tried to look through the smoke in the fluorescent light, hoping to crack open a dormant thought lost in the day, but nothing came to him but transience from the past: The scents of dead grass, stale laundry, the scent of ash coming from inside the black void of a soda can, with a child's eyes, no larger than marbles, hovering above. Yelling. Doors opening loudly. Moving past the fluorescence and smoke, he disappeared into a dark apartment. The pale computer glow, the videos of far-away things bouncing off his empty mind. Pale women, transient frames of miscellaneous anime, television, intermittent memories of fuzzy and emerald-sheen commercials from his childhood. The popcorn ceiling grips his mind for another empty moment, his toes curl into the carpet texture. Another day like a pebble dropped and echoing through the drain. Alone.

the bot is played by colin firth. his name is MS-Darcy.

He encounters a young ingenue played by a de-aged dame judi dench.

he enchants her with his stories of days gone by, of days that never were.

he weaves a story so elaborate that spacetime itself begins to bend around them, like inception.

wandering around the m.c. escher dreamscape, they encounter many literary figures and artists, inclduing vincent van gogh.

The bot tells a story where the great artist's ear is returned. dame judi dench asks him to paint her, he says, "huh?" pretending not to hear her then he laughs.

then he paints her and that's how the mona lisa was made.

the movie is called "how the mona lisa was made."

>Just realized I’ve never seen a horror movie with a good third act

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BRAVO

Poltergeist

Saw

saw what?

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>it was all a dream

I tend to have more trouble starting a story than ending it.

PTA has fine endings, it’s just that he tends to drag in the middle.

It’s amazing how many of the better horror movies STILL fall apart in the third act.

too many commas. people. like. short. sentences.
also if it wasn't obvious that you're hamming it up, you're hamming it up.
now get out of my sight.

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