A rich snooty asshole orders an Uber after escaping unharmed from a car crash. Only one that shows up is a rusty Yugo. Argues with driver but gets in.
Discovers that instead of driving him directly to destination, it drives slowly through every place his friends/peers/rivals gather so they see him. He hears their comments, laughter, derision.
When he tries to get out, door won’t open. Driver turns a demonic face toward him and says, “Sorry, you died in that crash. Welcome to Hell!”
Things to keep in mind when worldbuilding.
“Well, a twelve-volt battery has always worked for me.”
© 2020 David W. Jones
And how many of us are working from home when we’re writing, composing, painting?
Good tips there.
What rowing solo across the ocean teaches you about solitude
Read it. She has some good ideas on dealing with panic, stress, staying focused, and simply enjoying things.
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If you wonder why I tagged it with “markets”, our local bookstores are markets for our books, too. Especially if you’re self-publishing!
Check out This Person Does Not Exist, an AI-driven site that generates fake faces.
But, of course, the only purpose for anything in the United States is to make more profits for the already-wealthy.