Rainbows of gelatinous soup

a co-authored improvised story with AI

The wind howled through the trees as dark clouds gathered on the horizon.

and no, it wasn’t halloween even though i bet you might think it was so.

In fact, it was the middle of June, a time when the nights were supposed to be warm and calm.

good ole nasty global warming was rearing its godforsaken head in the middle of nebraska and my family and i were none too happy about it.

We huddled inside our creaky old farmhouse, watching the skies turn a sickly green, waiting for the next storm to hit.

my little brother nate was not happy about it so he decided to pull out a piece of paper and a pencil and draw a different world that he could pretend he was living in.

His pencil scratched furiously across the page, sketching a place with towering castles, blue skies, and a shimmering ocean — everything this world was not.

and the more he drew, the more we stopped looking at the approaching storm and became mesmerized by the drawing that seemed to come to life on the page.

The lines on the paper seemed to shimmer, as if a soft breeze blew through the trees in Nate’s imagined world, pulling us deeper into the scene.