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avenue gave back my autumn and told me to keep the change

So...that was fun. As of about a month ago, Avenue stopped working with independent creators to make content for the platform. The app has now released on both Apple and Android, but has pivoted entirely towards AI-generated, kid-focused content. Princesses, dragons and spaceships - oh my! Creators can no longer publish their work on the app; however, our existing content still shows up on the front page. Is there a moral or ethical line that they have crossed? Probably. Does it ultimately matter?

Well, no. I suppose it doesn't.

Our stories still belong to us. We are able to move them to new platforms, new mediums, re-release them and so on. But the sting of a slammed door remains. It felt like my foot was already halfway through it, and now I'm back at square one.

Many members of the community have migrated from the now-defunct Avenue Discord server to a new server run by a community member; it's a nice place where people who have grown acquainted with one another can stay connected despite the loss of our metaphorical glue. I hope it sticks around for a while.

It feels like I've learned something from these last few months, but I can't quite figure out what. It'll hit me one of these days. Have a good one.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2024 at 7:46 PM

    Orphaned Avenue creators unite! 💔

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