For some reason when I try to make a story it keeps making these drafts that I can’t continue with and it wont go back to what it used to do. Is this part of the update? because if so that’s just another reason to hate this ai, can someone please explain why this happens because the only reason I even use Gpt is for these stories and now that its doing this stupid shit I cant
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I moved you to ChatGPT bugs API is developers building stand alone machines. Welcome to the forum 
what the hell is that supposed to mean?
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And welcome to the forum…
oh my bad but that still doesn’t answer why this is happening
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No clue but I wish you luck 
I just move stuff so it gets the eyes it needs on it. I wish I could be more helpful.
If you tell me more about the story I may be able to help. I build GPT that GM tabletop RPGs
I do chapters after the draft
Certainly! Let’s expand the scene with deeper descriptions and intensify the sense of mystery and danger.
Chapter One: The Hunt in the Wood
A thick veil of twilight blanketed the forest, draping everything in shades of charcoal and silver. The towering oaks and pines loomed like ancient sentinels, their branches twisting together to form an oppressive canopy that swallowed the fading daylight. The silence was unsettling—a vast, yawning stillness broken only by the soft crunch of fallen leaves underfoot.
Lira moved with a grace that came from years of navigating these woods, her form blending seamlessly with the shadows as she treaded carefully over tangled roots and moss-covered stones. The faint glow of the sunset had faded, giving way to a darkness that seemed to throb with its own pulse. Her breath rose in small, white puffs, dissipating into the chill of the evening air.
They said a creature stalked these woods. Villagers spoke of a monster, something more than a wolf, something with the intelligence of a man and the fury of a beast. But no one could say for certain what it was. They had only found its remnants—a scattering of broken bones, shredded leather, bloodied earth. Lira knew fear and courage, both well-worn companions, but even she felt the weight of unease settle deep in her gut tonight.
Pausing to listen, Lira closed her eyes, attuning herself to the whispers of the wood. The faint scent of wild sage and damp earth mingled with the metallic tang of fear that lingered at the back of her throat. She forced herself to calm, quieting her mind until all she could hear was the faint rush of her own heartbeat. She could sense something moving nearby, a presence that was more felt than seen.
And then, there it was—a slight crunch, almost imperceptible, but enough to set her senses on edge. Lira’s eyes snapped open, keen as a hawk’s, scanning the shadows that seemed to shift and sway. A massive shape stood just at the edge of her vision, its form almost blending with the surrounding trees. She could make out its silhouette—a creature that moved with an unnerving fluidity, its limbs long and sinewy, like dark ropes wound tightly over bones.
This was no ordinary beast. Its eyes glowed with a strange intelligence, two narrow slits of amber peering out from the darkness, studying her with an intent that chilled her blood. Lira’s hand found the hilt of her blade, her grip firm and steady. She held her breath, her senses sharp, waiting for the creature to make the first move.
Without warning, it lunged forward. Lira’s reflexes took over, and she dropped into a low crouch, narrowly avoiding the creature’s swipe. She felt the rush of wind as its clawed hand passed inches from her face, the force enough to tell her it could have torn her apart with ease.
She rolled to her feet, her bow in hand, an arrow already notched and ready. She exhaled slowly, focusing on her target, but the creature had already retreated into the shadows. It moved with a terrifying speed, circling her, testing her, almost as if it understood the thrill of the hunt.
Lira felt the forest close in around them, the trees watching, the very earth holding its breath. She realized she was not merely a hunter tonight; she was a participant in something older, something woven into the bones of the land itself—a primal ritual that demanded blood and fear.
Her arrow flew, slicing through the silence. She felt it strike something solid, but a low, rumbling growl told her she had only grazed it. The creature moved again, faster than before, its movements a blur of darkness and gleaming eyes. It let out a sound—a haunting, guttural snarl that seemed to echo from the depths of the forest, chilling and ancient.
Lira’s pulse thundered in her ears as she retreated, her back pressed against the rough bark of a towering pine. The creature stopped, its eyes narrowing as it watched her with a strange mixture of hunger and curiosity. It tilted its head, almost as if to question her, to gauge her next move.
The night seemed to stretch on forever, each moment an eternity. Lira knew this was a battle of wills as much as a test of skill. She felt a strange resolve settle over her, a deep, ancient courage rising up from within. If she was to die tonight, she would do so as she had lived—defiant, unyielding, a hunter to the last breath.
And so, with steady hands, she raised her bow once more, her gaze locked with the creature’s, ready to face the darkness head-on.
Chapter 2
Chapter Two: The Fight
The creature’s amber eyes burned through the darkness, and Lira felt their gaze settle deep into her bones, awakening every instinct sharpened by years of survival. The forest, cloaked in silence and shadow, had transformed into a battlefield, where every root and branch loomed like silent witnesses to the struggle about to unfold.
Lira’s breath was slow, steady, her body taut like the string of her bow. She tracked the creature’s movements as it circled her, its hulking frame slipping in and out of the shadows with an almost spectral grace. Muscles rippled beneath its thick hide, dark as iron under the faint slivers of moonlight. She could hear the faint rustle of leaves crushed beneath its feet, its low growl rolling through the forest like distant thunder.
In a heartbeat, the creature sprang forward, moving faster than anything she’d ever encountered. Lira leapt aside, feeling the rush of air as its claws slashed through the space where she’d stood a moment before. She hit the ground and rolled, coming up to one knee, her arrow already notched and aimed at its chest. She let it fly.
The arrow struck true, embedding itself deep into the creature’s shoulder. It reared back, letting out a roar that shattered the silence, a sound that reverberated through the forest like an unholy chorus of rage and agony. But it didn’t stop. Instead, the beast wrenched the arrow from its flesh, snapping the wooden shaft with a casual flick of its clawed hand. Fresh blood glistened on its fur, dark and viscous, pooling on the ground where it stood.
Lira’s heart pounded, but she didn’t waver. She knew that her life depended on her every move, on every breath and beat of her heart. She drew her sword—a blade forged in her homeland’s fires, tempered and unbreakable. She could feel its weight, comforting and familiar in her grip.
The creature lunged again, its massive jaws snapping inches from her face as she sidestepped, bringing her blade down in a powerful arc. It sliced through the air, biting into the creature’s side. A howl erupted from its throat, raw and primal, a sound that spoke of fury and pain. The creature swung its arm with impossible speed, its claws raking across her shoulder. White-hot pain seared through her as the claws tore through fabric and flesh, leaving deep gashes that burned with a relentless fire.
Lira staggered back, her hand instinctively pressing against the wound, warm blood soaking through her fingers. She gritted her teeth, pushing the pain aside, her focus unbreakable. She could feel her strength ebbing, but she would not yield—not to this creature, not to anything.
The creature circled her again, slower this time, as if studying her, learning her moves. Lira could see the gleam of intelligence in its eyes, a cold and calculating awareness that unnerved her more than its claws or teeth ever could. She realized that this was no mindless beast—it was something more, something ancient and cunning, perhaps as old as the forest itself.
They stood there, locked in a grim silence, both predator and prey, assessing, waiting. Lira’s breaths came ragged, her body aching from the fight, but she held her ground, raising her sword in a defensive stance.
In a flash, the creature struck again, its claws arcing toward her with blinding speed. Lira twisted, her blade meeting the attack, steel clashing against bone in a burst of sparks. She shifted her weight, slipping past the creature’s defenses and driving her blade deep into its side. The creature howled, thrashing as it tried to shake her off, but Lira held on, her hands slick with her own blood and the creature’s.
With a desperate, final effort, Lira yanked her sword free, staggering back as the creature swayed, its breathing labored, each rasp of air a testament to the wounds she had inflicted. But even wounded, the beast refused to fall. Its eyes blazed with a savage determination, and it staggered toward her, relentless, as if death itself could not hold it back.
Lira felt her strength waning, the world spinning around her. Her vision blurred, but she steadied herself, planting her feet firmly on the blood-soaked ground. If this was to be her end, she would meet it head-on, unflinching.
The creature roared and charged, and with a final surge of strength, Lira raised her blade, bracing herself for the impact. Her world narrowed to the single point of her sword’s tip, aimed true, aimed straight for the creature’s heart.
The forest held its breath as they clashed one last time.
With the clash unresolved, the fight hangs in tension, setting the stage for a decisive moment in their battle. Let me know if you’d like to continue the fight’s climax, explore Lira’s thoughts, or add new layers to this dramatic showdown!
4o can write a book.
Have you tried copy paste your last chapter into a new chat to continue the story?
I can still continue my old stories I just cant make new ones
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If you give it an example of your old one tell it to use that as an example for the length and structure of the new one.
Also you could put them into a txt doc and upload to any new chat and continue any of your stories
oh hell yeah that did it thanks big man
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Super happy to help
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