The End of Creativity

Tumbleweed rolls across the vibrant heat of the Vox desert. Sandy pumas, also known as cougars, stroll the gritty grounds looking for prey.

9:52 PM, Tuesday. Fraser forces his ideas like a load of premature shit through his bleeding colon, leaving a nasty smell at his desk. A pretentious, superficial, vague, sketchy product. And most of all, a dry one. A rational babble motivated by money and attention.

Selfish predators now roam this wilderness, a waterless desert which was once a harmonious community. There are several oases in the land, but it’s only a matter of time before the desert devours them as well, along with their noble-hearted inhabitants. Diábolos sends deathstalkers to hunt everyone down in the protruding grasslands.

Senselessly pounding that keyboard while hiding behind the Writer’s image, Fraser soaks in the encouragement resounding in his head: Produce, produce, produce! Don’t stop, paycheck’s around the corner! Focus on the goal, son, everything’s achievable if you just stick to it and believe.

Along the distant horizon stretches the big mountain, named Separatio by the locals. Armed with a copper blade a nomad walks toward the mountain. He’s slitting all the throats that come in his way, aiming for that peak. And that peak is the only thing that keeps him alive at this point. He looks at it with saliva dripping down his lower lip, despite the stifling heat.

New Top List idea. Fraser’s eyes light up in the dim apartment he inhabits. Scour the internet for sources and information, gather it all! — it echoes — Content, content! Let’s put some bland seasoning on this cake of facts, people are gonna love it. This is sure to skyrocket to the top!

Time is ticking, but it’s still Tuesday.

Another tile has been glued onto the walls of the chamber, meticulously selected by Fraser, an aspiring design expert (who would have known?). A tile of a shade of gray, entitled Rhino in the catalog, color #B9BBB6. A fine selection, magnificent work!

The nomad encounters an oasis and sets foot on grass, a tenderness he hasn’t experienced in years. The smell of the flora pauses the heat for a second, ventilating his dried out nostrils. An unexpected refreshment that strangely makes him mad for a moment. Suddenly, the nomad stops in surprise, noticing an animal silhouette blocking the sun. He focuses on the animal — it is Fanak, a desert fox. It crouches staring at the interloper, while he looks back tightening the knife in his hand. He does not understand why such a small beast could make him feel so anxious and fearful. The nomad’s desert roam has ended, and his mind floods with alarming confusion.

Interrupted by a sudden silence, the music stops. What is this? The register gives out a new tile number in the system… Color #F7342B, named Lava in the catalog. Sickening! — anger builds up inside Fraser, boiling like a volcano that’s about to erupt — How dare you mess up the harmony of the chamber?! Who do you think you are to oppose the system?!

9 Best Places to Store Your Finances. That’s how Fraser proudly named his latest article. Slide slide slide with the thumb in the comment section. At that moment Fraser’s face perfectly expressed a feeling of ultimate frustration. Bland— stated the comment. A copy-pasted 4-minute twaddle — Fraser continued mumbling the written words. — An uninspiring, dry piece of clickbait. Grade six school level gibberish. A pathetic money grab. Fraser was furious at this point — How could they write such things?! A whirlpool of chaos swirled inside him, making him turn red out of resentment as he firmly held the phone in his hands. His mind went blank and seconds later, he pressed Block this user.

That’s the end of that, fucking prick.

Fraser exhaled, checking if any new comments came in on his newest article moments after.

Hello fellow beautiful mole, throbbed down the pipeline! My name is Elliott, and I’m just reporting the latest news from up above the underground. Here in the catacombs, we issue a good dose of intellectual masturbation.

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