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[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: It's a beautiful wedding in a D&D world; the couple at the altar, exchanging their vows, the spell of Ceremony being cast to marry the lovers. As the priests asks for any objections to the wedding spell, a single word is yelled loud and clear. \"COUNTERSPELL!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cleric Ulfgar Rudbeard stood upon the makeshift altar, dressed in his best +1 vestments in order to marry two of his best friends. As a grizzled dwarf-of-the-cloth, Ulfgar had seen many things in his time with this unlikely bunch, liches, mind flayers, alhoons, but he had never before seen love flourish within a dungeon.\n\nWhen they’d first met in a tavern they were tasked with clearing out the rats in the basement, rest in peace Simon. At that point their resident tiefling, Breisis, was a scrappy rogue, her village destroyed she had taken up adventuring to get revenge. Standing opposite Breisis was Naivara, her elven features wreathed in flowers of druidic tradition. Naivara had started adventuring after her village was destroyed, in order to get revenge. But three evil emperors, a handful of near death, and a few death-death experiences later, the two were engaged. Naivara had healed Breisis’ broken heart, and Breisis had stolen Naivara’s.\n\nThey had decided to marry at the same tavern where they first met, conveniently set along the road to their next quest (something about a red dragon that was seeking to be emperor and going about it in a very evil fashion). Snapping back from the memories of their last year together Ulfgar prepared a handful of silver dust and was ready to begin.\n\n“By the honor of the Great Smith, we have all come here today to witness-”\n\n“Oh just skip to the vows, we all know why we’re here.” Interjected a cheerful Naivara.\n\n“And the less time we spend yapping the more time we spend drinking!” Added Breisis with a smirk.\n\n“Well then,” Ulfgar started again “Do you, Breisis Fiendblood, take Naivara Greenthumb as your wife? To love and to hold, in the poisoned condition and in health? And to receive a +2 to your armor class when within 30 feet of her?”\n\n“I d-”\n\n“COUNTERSPELL!”\n\nThe word rang out from the mostly drunk audience with the force of will and a certain vibrato that immediately identified its source. In brightly dyed leather festooned in equal parts filigree and bronze studs stood their Bard. Today Kaya Painter-of-Faces had chosen to look like an Orc, a mask that the changeling wore well, and one she would no doubt have formulated a name and complete cover story for later.\n\n“How?” Questioned Ulfgar, his question lacked anger or even annoyance from the interruption, instead, it was suffused with profound confusion. “None of the Bard colleges teach that spell. When have you had the time to study Wizard arcana?”\n\n“Oh, just some magical secrets I picked up here and there, you would be amazed what you can learn with a silver tongue… or quick fingers.” Kaya saw the blank stare on Ulfgar’s face and realized her innuendo was lost on the dwarf. She fished out a torn page covered in draconic writing from one of her pockets. “I swiped this off of a wizard a few towns back. Complete gibberish until we iced those bandits earlier today, then for some reason I understood how to counterspell. I guess murder is a potent study aid.”\n\nNaivara finally asked the obvious, her face equal parts kind, understanding, and annoyed, in other words motherly. “Kaya, but why did you feel the need to try it out now and interrupt our wedding?”\n\n“Oh, that. This is your special day, your story, and every memorable story needs some drama!\n\nI also rolled poorly on my initiative so you started without me, and I wasn’t about to let you get this whole ceremony wrong. Now then, can’t have festivities without a song!”\n\nWith that Kaya pulled out her lute and tossed Ulfgar a fresh bag of silver, and the party began.\n\n(Long-time reader, first-time writer. I hope you liked it! I mostly wrote it as a vehicle for a few DnD jokes. Criticism is welcome, I've been wanting to get better at writing for a while.)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: You're just finishing a uneventful 3 week survey of the backwater planet known as Earth. A chime at the hatch rouses you from your slumber. \"Captain, you need to see this.\" The voice is frantic. You open the door; he hands you a tablet. \"Get me the galactic counsel on the comms. NOW!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Six months! It had been six months since they assigned me this punishment rotation of surveying this backwater solar system. I still wasn’t sure who I had pissed off at high command.\n\nI typed the last few lines into my report on this final leg of the mission. Three weeks in orbit of this Class C habital planet known by the locals as “Earth”. Which translated in their own language to dirt. Who names their home planet dirt?\n\nI swiped my hand through the air, closing the terminal. I would give the report one last pass through tomorrow as we depart this system on our way back to civilization. More importantly, back to my lovely mate. I couldn’t wait to be back in the embrace of her tentacles.\n\nI reached into the drawer of my desk, removing a solid diamond cup and matching decanter. It sparkled in the dim light of my cabin. A gift from my father when I finally received my own command. No doubt he would be highly disappointed with me after this punishment assignment.\n\nI poured the blue liquid into the cup, swirling it a bit, and then took a sip. The fruity concoction sat in my mouth for a moment, tingling my gills as the vapors escaped. I replaced the decanter in the drawer and carried the cup to my waiting sleeping pool. I dropped my uniform to the floor and allowed my tentacles to slip slowly into the warm embrace of the pool.\n\nI sipped down the last of my Sladorian Ale and allowed my body to slip below the water. My tentacles relaxed and I allowed the water to take me fully into its embrace as I drifted to sleep.\n\nIt seemed only moments had passed when I heard a chime from the hatch to my quarters. I ignored it for a moment, hoping whomever it was, would decide it was in their best interest to find somewhere else to be. The door chimed again, and then I heard the loud sound of someone banging on the hatch.\n\nI slowly pulled myself towards the edge of the pool. The Sladorian Ale still having an effect on my ability to control my tentacles properly. Such a magical concoction. A native fruit for the Sladorians, its effect on my people was nearly instant and significantly more potentant than it was for other races.\n\nMy desk lit up as a communication request started coming in, and I did my best to don my uniform appropriately. “I’m coming!” I yelled towards the door as I approached. When I reached the door, I straightened myself, and hit the open button. “What on Nigorian’s Blue World are you bothering me at this hour for?” I blurted at the scientist standing before me.\n\n“Sir, I am sorry to wake you at this hour.” he said. He took a tablet from the pocket of his lab coat and handed it to me. “Sir, we were finishing the reviews of our data dump from their primitive data network when we found this.” he said, fear evident in his voice. I could tell from his voice and posture that whatever was on this tablet, it shouldn’t be seen in the hallway. I stepped aside and motioned for him to enter my cabin.\n\nAs he entered I sealed the hatch and proceeded to my desk. Laying the tablet on the transfer pad, my desk lit up showing an array of videos. I tapped a button and the display converted to a holographic display floating above the desk for both of us to see.\n\nThe scientist looked away from the display. Clearly whatever was in these videos, it was something that made him very uncomfortable. “Sir, I should warn you, these are going to be very disturbing.” he said, turning slightly back towards me.\n\nI rested a couple of tentacles on the desk, bracing myself, and reached up to tap a video. As the video played I felt terror rise inside me, and it took every effort to control my ink glands. As the video stopped, I reached my comm panel and pressed the button for the bridge. “Yes, Captain?” a voice came, clearly not expecting to hear from me at this hour.\n\n“I need a channel to the Galactic Council please.” I said, as calmly as I could. “Sir, it’s early morning galactic standard time. They won’t be awake yet sir.” he said, a bit perplexed at my request. “Get me an emergency channel to the Galactic Council NOW lieutenant!” I shouted at him. “Just a moment sir.” he said and the screen went blank. A moment later it flickered to life showing the Galactic Council Seal.\n\nAn aging Thesimonian replaced the seal after a few moments. “Captain… Graknishnak this had better be a life or death situation, or your current assignment to that backwater will become permanent.” he spat with a great deal of venom. Literal venom shooting from his fangs towards the visual pickup sensor.\n\nI bowed my head, my skin turning a darker shade of blue despite my best efforts not to show fear. “Your grace, I believe you need to see what my scientist have found with all due haste.” I said with as much command as I could still muster. The counselor glanced to my side, seeing the scientist standing there. “What could that backwater system possibly offer that is worth waking me at this hour?” he said, his gaze drilling into the scientist as though he was nothing more than a snack for a hungry predator.\n\n“Sir, we were finishing our survey of their data network when we came across a collection of videos that are truly terrifying sir.” the scientist stuttered out. As he finished, I pressed a button on my console and transferred the videos from the tablet to the counselor. For a moment he seemed as though he was going to lash out at us, but as the moments passed his face turned from pure anger to utter disgust.\n\n“Are these isolated? Perhaps the work of a twisted individual?” he asked, a hint of what might even be fear in his voice. “We don’t believe so sir. At first we thought it might be, but upon further investigation, we found millions of these types of videos. They even seem to openly support such behavior sir.” The scientist said, fear and panic clear in his voice and trembling body.\n\n“I see, very well. Captain, you have a Class 1 Planetary Termination Bomb onboard do you not?” he asked. I glanced at the scientist with a look of shock evident in my features. A C1PTB was included on all survey missions, but hadn’t been used in thousands of cycles. It would literally sterilize the surface of the entire planet. I nodded slowly, watch as the scientist finally grasped what the counselor was implying.\n\n“Very well, I will call an emergency session of the council to authorize it’s deployment. Please prepare for release of the bomb and wait my final order to come shortly.” he said before the screen went blank again.\n\nI sank down into the chair behind my desk and looked up at the scientist. “Are you certain this isn’t an isolated issue?” I asked. “Yes sir, they call it BDSM, and they not only have these videos, but seem to have entire commercial outlets dedicated to supplying these, these disgusting beings.” he responded, the disgust dripping from his lips." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Aliens made contact with us. They arrived, took all plutonium and disappeared, all in ten munutes, leaving only memories and scarce video evidence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the spaceships came, they looked like three points of lights in the night sky. To the casual observer, a new equilateral triangle had superimposed itself onto the constellations. However, those points of light grew until the stars became blotted out behind them.\n\nThe Internet was abuzz. Every TV and radio channel covered the story as it unfolded. There were few sleeping anywhere in the world. So everyone was tuned in when the three ships separated from each other as they descended into the atmosphere. Two of them started orbiting the Northern Hemisphere, and the third took the Southern half of the globe.\n\nPeople took to the streets and the rooftops to catch a glimpse as the shot across the sky. The entire population stood breathless and in awe at the site. But then, after each ship's third pass, the wonder ceased.\n\nBlack and silver clouds swarmed out of each ship, leaving trails hundreds of miles long. From these emerged thousands of tiny ships, little stingers darted through the sky. They dropped down through the stratosphere in seconds. Each emitted piercing screams as they shot across city skylines. According to the news anchors, the invaders from space had made no attempts to contact anyone, anywhere in the world. Every antenna that could listen scanned for any incoming messages.\n\nThere was only static. Radio silence.\n\nWhat do these visitors want? The cable news round table discussions were more guessing games than actual debates. No information was being provided by the traditional outlets nor their popular alternatives.\n\nHowever, both social media and the dark web had their own sources, who were making themselves known faster than they could be shut down or censored.\n\n\"It's plutonium,\" quipped one anonymous user claiming to work in the field. \"Those ships are stealing the plutonium.\"\n\nThe message sounded impossible, but it was echoed around the world in the United States, Russia, China, France, and the Middle East. Alerts rang out from across Europe and South America. Reactors in Japan, one stealthy observer reported, had been \"sucked dry\".\n\nSpokespeople from the affected governments denied these rumors, and the talking heads on the TV screens passed those denials along without comment or question.\n\nThe entire incident lasted less than an hour before all the stingers shot straight up into the sky. The three motherships collected them as they passed. When nearly all had been collected, the ships started to drift up and away from Earth. The few black dots buzzing around them, like flies around lanterns, were the final stragglers, racing to land.\n\nEvery telescope on that side of the world was trained on those three motherships, once again settling into their original formation.\n\nNews stations were showing live images of the last stingers as they tucked themselves into their landing bays. No mention was made of the stolen cargo those tiny ships might have held. Official statements from the U.N., or any government, had not yet been issued.\n\nThere was nothing anyone on Earth could do but wait and wonder when something would be happen.\n\nThey didn't have to wait too long. Five minutes after the last dozen stingers emptied their loads, according to theories from self-proclaimed nuclear physicists on the dark web, the first mothership exploded, illuminating the night sky as if Jupiter had ignited and gone nova. The second and third ships followed in a chain reaction that flashed brighter than anything ever seen before.\n\nThe words #CriticalMass trended on every platform. The stories couldn't be shut down.\n\nThough the Earth was moving away from the debris field, the effects would still be devastating for much of the planet. Many groups were ready to take action.\n\nIt was no surprise, for instance, that #NoNukes also trended.\n\nEdit to add: More stories at r/xwhy\n\nI've been away for a bit, but it'll start updating soon." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Everyone is born with a power, they just require specific circumstances and criteria to activate, which range from so simple and common that they appear to have been born powered to nigh impossible, with most people never even discovering their powers due to the unlikelihood of activating them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dale and Kaylee were wet, cold and miserable, and not just because they were walking in the rain. The thunder getting closer did not help either.\n\n\"Stupid Jeff and his stupid water powers.\" Dale grumbled. Again.\n\n\"Oh stop complaining.\" Kaylee said. Mostly because she was sick of hearing him complain. She was just as fed up with Jeff as he was. \"Not like we can do anything about it.\"\n\n\"It's not fair is what it is. The guy just has to take a bath and he can control water. Meanwhile, the rest of us have to, I don't know, eat ten pounds of rocks or something.\"\n\n\"Ten pounds of rocks?\"\n\n\"I've heard some guy in France did that and can now turn his body into stone.\"\n\n\"Sounds made up. Nobody would do that willingly.\"\n\nA flash of lightning followed immediately by a peal of thunder made them both flinch. Dale would not say it, but he thought Kaylee jumped just a little closer on purpose. Not that it mattered. She moved away immediately.\n\n\"He could've at least left us our umbrellas.\" He lamented.\n\n\"Yeah, he could've. But I hat would be far too reasonable for Jeff.\"\n\n\"I can't wait until I find out how to activate my powers.\" Dale wiped rain out of his eyes. Not that it helped. \"Then I'll show him.\"\n\n\"You don't even know what your powers will be. Or even if you'll ever activate them.\"\n\nHe winced. She was right. Most people never found the trigger to activate their powers. It made those that did feel overly smug about it. Jeff even went as far as to use his to be the worst bully in the school. And, since the only other person who had powers was the nurse's ability to relieve pain, nobody could really do much about it.\n\n\"We'll find ours.\" Dale said, as sure as he could be.\n\nAnother bolt of lightning flashed overhead. The thunder was nearly deafening. The worst part was there was no shelter. The suburban neighborhood was no friendly enough for people to open their doors to two random teens, and had a noticable lack of trees, or anything else to get them out of the rain.\n\n\"We can only--\"\n\nKaylee was cut off when Dale was struck by lightning. She did not notice Dale's screams of pain, since she was too busy being blasted back by the force. The thunder hit her a moment later, loud enough to blow out her eardrums.\n\nThe two teens lay there, one twitching and the other bleeding from the ears. Then something happened. Dale stopped twitching and Kaylee's ears stopped bleeding. Both stood and looked at each other. Each one feeling something I side of them. Something that had not been there before.\n\n\"Did...did that just happen?\" Dale asked, not quite sure what was going on.\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah, I think it did.\" Kaylee replied, surprised she could hear at all.\n\n\"Hey, uh, do you feel kind of weird?\"\n\n\"Very much so, yes. How do you feel? I mean, you did just get struck by lightning.\"\n\n\"Uh, fine. Surprisingly good, actually. Like, I don't know, right somehow.\"\n\n\"Oh good, it's not just me.\"\n\nBoth teens looked at each other with wide eyed realization.\n\n\"Did...did we just get our powers?\" Dale asked.\n\n\"I think so, yes.\" Kaylee replied.\n\n\"So, what did we get?\"\n\n\"Let's see.\"\n\nBoth of them closed their eyes, no longer caring about the rain. Dale felt power. Energy. An electric current like nothing he had ever felt before. Kaylee felt vibrations. Every time a raindrop hit the ground, she felt the echos flowing through the air. She felt the sound of her breathing and heartbeat.\n\nDale opened his eyes and held out his hand. He willed the energy in his body to coat the limb. It moved easily, and danced along his palm at his mental command. He watched in fascination as he caused tiny arcs to jump and pulse around and between his fingers.\n\nKaylee extended her will to the numerous sources of sound. She willed them to still. The air took on a muted, almost haunting sound as the rain suddenly sounded like it was a distant thing. She opened her mouth and made the first sound she thought of. She willed it to bend, sending the vibrations up and around her. Some of the raindrops hit the guided sound and were deflected slightly.\n\nBoth of them ended their trial and looked at each other. A huge grin broke out of Dale's face. Kaylee was still processing what had happened.\n\n\"Let's get to my place.\" He said. \"It's closer and I'm sure both our parents will be fine with it. We've got a lot of work to do.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah we do.\"\n\nThey kept going, this time breaking into a run. Dale did so out of eagerness. Kaylee, just to make sure he would not hurt himself. But they ran, both forming plans on how to practice with their newly awakened powers." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: The light flickered, and my hope with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the isolation of space everything seems so small. The light is exquisite, and I see particles float by all golden like the leaves in autumn. Its just so small. I think of how I got here and even that memory is fading into the abyss. I am fading into this abyss.\n\nOur planet is gone far away. Somewhere out there I wonder who will find me, if I will ever be found. I think back to the time when I was the most important man in the world. I think back to that fall when I kissed my wife for the final time. Now I am not of any world. I have no home, not anymore.\n\nTime passes, I assume. The ship I command no longer obeys. Far behind, the planet I was supposed to land on grows smaller and I see it through the window. It was named after the god of war and I feel like it is waging battle with its indifference. The planet stares at me as I float by, uncaring and cruel. It knows no one will tame it. It knows that I will not be remembered, that I will never step on it and stab its flesh with my flag. No, it knows it has won and it celebrates silently, coldly.\n\nI try to occupy myself but my mind is filled with thoughts I’d rather not think. I wonder how I will die, how it will feel. I think of my wife and the child we will never have. I think about her and what she is doing now as I waste away from the memory of man. Does she have someone else now? I imagine she does. It has been so long since I’ve left. I don’t want to think, but I can’t help it.\n\nThe last message I had received, the last communication I will ever have with another human, came months ago. Mission control was sombre. They spoke slowly with tight voices, regret and tears all mixed in. I was glad that they cared so much.\n\n“We’re sorry,” they said. “We’ve lost control. The trajectory is all off. You’re not going to make it.”\n\nI screamed at them but somewhere deep down I knew it was coming. I had lost control for some while now. I was foolish to think there was any way to fix it. But still, the last emotion poured out of me then until they hung up, exasperated. Slowly, the connection was forever lost. I drifted by in this motionless ocean of nothing, staring at the stars and wondering my fate.\n\nIt has been so long now. Too long. Ahead there is nothing for me. The lights of this ship are going, but they aren’t going fast enough. Every moment of consciousness I fall further into the tunnel of despair, and I am so tired of falling. The thoughts of my wife haunt me, the thoughts of Earth a growing blister on my mind. I cannot take it anymore. I’ve done what has to be done.\n\nThe oxygen is wasting, flowing out to the breathless expanse out there. There’s a warning light that tells me it will not be much longer. I cannot wait. I calm my heart and look out again one last time. The planet waves goodbye and I curse it. Frantic emotions flow through me and I close my eyes. How long again, I wonder. I keep looking at the warning light after I can no longer keep my eyes closed. Slowly I make my peace with my fate. An odd serenity falls over me and I manage to keep calm. Finally the light flickers, my hopes with it. It will not be much longer now." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: A dangerous facility is preparing residents for an accident. People in the \"red zone\" should evacuate. People in the \"green zone\" should stay put. You have just discovered that, no matter whose map you look at, that person's area shows him or her as being in the green zone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you want to understand, you have to know the whole story.\n\nIt was April 22nd, 2153 when we had the first drill. It was scheduled, 14:30-22:45 Plains Standard Time. When the new military development facilities went up, every single building in the whole damn Tri-River area got a evac signal. Pretty simple system: If it's green, you stay, red, you go to the nearest evac facility for immediate transfer out of the \"affected radius.\" Not everyone took that first drill seriously-- a lot of red lights working through the alarms, meeting with friends or picking up kids before evac, going to the nicer or less crowded evac stations, and a lot of green lights generally milling about. For the second drill, the guard (unarmed, for \"instructional purposes\") was on hand for mandatory drill enforcement, handing out written warnings. For the third drill, noncompliants were detained and fined for \"obstruction of emergency rescue efforts\". Just before the fourth drill, an executive order was passed imposing a mandatory sentence of 18 months monitored surveillance for that particular charge, and after that our compliance rate was over ninety-eight percent.\n\nAfter a couple of years, nobody but rebellious teenagers and the few thousand left in the slums thought twice about complying with the drills. They were always scheduled, always orderly, always calm. The initial grumbling-- mostly from the die-hard government transparency activists, who as usual thought they had some chance of getting the feds to open up about what the military was up to-- died down in about the same amount of time. The facilities themselves had brought tens of thousands of low-skill jobs, and the evac systems brought two thousand more in higher tech. Anybody working in the facilities who thought to question what they were making, or why it required two million citizens to be on constant evacuation alert, earned themselves a one-way ticket right back to the slums and a sure sentence of slow starvation for their families. No, the facilities were a blessing, the economic engine that turned the Tri-River region from slum to solidly middle class, and nobody dared question their blessings.\n\nAnd then, one day, the sirens went off for real.\n\nIt was April 27th, 2159, when we got the call over at the \"switchboard\"-- actually just your standard office building, with one tech for each district. We were all glorified button-pushers, but it paid well enough, there was child care on site, and you don't say no when they recruit you in the slums. Anyway, standard message came through at 10:37: there was a possible emergency in facility 23, standby for evac signal instructions in your district. Then facility 26, facility 12, facility 18. Still no instructions. By 10:43, all eight facilities in and around my district had sent the same message: possible emergency, standby for instructions. At 11:06, the guard rolled in. Armed. At 11:13, the orders for my district came through... all subsections green. The evac sirens went off as I lit the board.\n\nHere's the thing though: Facility 23 is right in the middle of my district. 11-18 border the west side and 26 is only a mile north. There was no way all eight had emergencies and my district was completely green. Hell, when I activated for a drill in 15, it lit up my entire district and four others. I was a grunt, but I wasn't stupid.\n\nWe aren't allowed to discuss the evac signals with other operators-- they even gave us real offices, instead of cubicles (basic communications only going in and out, of course), to keep us from getting too friendly with each other. But Stessie, who ran the signals for district C, was a network freak and figured out some fancy way to hijack the basic communications, so we had a chat system. Stessie swore nobody was getting past her security, but we didn't trust it, so until that day it was used strictly for banter and crude jokes. But there was no way I had eight emergencies and no red evac lights, and you were just down the hall, about to eat lunch. So I risked it. Same story with all of us: Greens across the board, emergencies in all the facilities... except for 1 and 3. James didn't get any reports from them.\n\nThe guard marched into our building at 11:21. One posted at the end of each hall.\n\nThen, the power flickered. And again. And again. By the third flicker, the guard at the end of my hall looked uneasy. Four more times it flickered, before the building plunged into darkness.\n\nIn the distance, I could hear children screaming. I heard a scuffle at the end of the hall, Antoine swearing, and a loud thump. Of course Antoine would make a break for it-- both his kids were on-site. I ran too. Gunfire, until Antoine leaned around the corner and returned fire. Two more corners, two more shootouts, and we had you. Keisha and Ty too. Outside, we heard explosions.\n\nWe ran.\n\nWe ran.\n\nWe ran.\n\nAnd Gracie, you were so brave. Because when Antione's arm got hit by shrapnel, and he fell, you were the one who snatched up baby Ty. Did I ever tell you that? Three years old, and you were out of my arms before I even had time to bend over. You said \"Mommy, that arm's bleeding. We gotta carry Ty, cause Keisha can hold on but he can't and his daddy can't neither.\"\n\nLooking back, the only thing that saved us was how close we were to the edge of the district. There weren't any factories to our east, Antione remembered how to hotwire cars from when we all lived in the slums, and we had a straight shot out of town on the highway. We were about ten miles out when the gas lines caught fire. Only a few thousand got out-- everyone else sat in their homes and offices until the whole damn region was on fire-- they never bothered to upgrade from natural gas, and it burned for weeks before they got the explosions under control.\n\nWe drove until the gas ran out. From there, we hitchhiked out west, way far away from the facilities, out where the military wasn't quite so strong. Only we found out later that the military wasn't so strong anywhere, because when they found out their leaders let two million people burn to the ground-- and sent their brothers-in-arms to die with them-- they rebelled, then crumbled. All that I only know from the news, but you remember the rest from there. The rebuilding, the new leadership, the closest thing to democracy we've had in a century.\n\nAnd now, look at you. You're training to be a doctor. My Gracie, born in a slum in the poorest region in a country where NOBODY who wasn't born somebody tried for anything more than a solid meal and a dry place to sleep. That's how I can say that the Tri-River tragedy is the best thing that ever happened to this country. We lost everything, and a hell of a lot of people lost a lot more. But now, it doesn't matter that nobody knows your daddy, doesn't matter you were born without a penny to your name. You can BE somebody, and all you've gotta do is work at it and use your god-given talents. I'm not saying it's wrong that those people died, and I'm not saying it shouldn't have happened different. But sometimes, life gives you a crappy plot of land, and it takes a whole lot of shit to grow a garden there, Gracie. Don't you ever forget it." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: The shadows grew larger from your closet before surrounding your entirety “Please” It begged. “I miss us”" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Things that go bump in the night, were the types of creatures I was scared of as a kid. At least, until I found out they were real. One in particular, that lived in my closet.\n\nIt was the kind of relationship that could only work if a rom-com mixed with pure horror; fear gave way to curiosity, which went to talking casually, to flirting romantically. Before I get asked, yes, we did get to fuck.\n\nNow, Shadow, as I called her, was a creature that was almost a living shadow. Eyes, white as the moon piercing through the darkness is a sight I can never forget of her, and to actually feel her, to reach my hand through the darkness and feel solid form, was all I needed to take our relationship to the next level.\n\nBut...she was clingy, and sensitive to light. Hard to read books, or play games on my phone. Heck, despite her eyes, I never got to really see her face after all these years. So I called it quits. I couldn't do it no more.\n\nHowever, every night, she was there. Asking for us to return. Admittedly, I should've been smarter with my words. Maybe I should've found a way to make it work before leaving her. So I guess it's my fault that it came to this.\n\n\"Please! I miss us.\" I lay on my bed, looking up into the darkness while I hold my teddy bear.\n\n\"Shadow, if I give you permission to get on my bed, you're not going to do anything weird, right?\"\n\n\"I promise! So can I, please?\" If it wasn't for being not human, she reminds me of my kid sister in her early years. A chuckle escapes me as the thought comes up.\n\n\"Alright, then. Right here.\" I pat the side of the bed next to me, and I can hear her get a running start before jumping onto the bed, slightly brushing my leg as she lands with a big flop.\n\n\"You still have your toy with you?\" She asks. I hold my teddy closer on the inquiry.\n\n\"Linus protects me from spooky monsters.\" I say, and she chuckles.\n\n\"I can take over for Linus, you know.\" Something like hands touches me across my face, warm and comforting. I bring my free hand down, and feel her form for the first time in months. The feeling is supple, yet if I squeeze too much it'll disappear.\n\n\"Homies over shadow creatures, sorry. However,\" I start, turning my head over to face those cloudy white eyes. \"I want to be serious for a moment.\"\n\n\"Yes, my love?\"\n\n\"I've stayed with my parents for years long after I would've wanted to leave to be with you. At first I was worried what you would've done to them.\"\n\n\"I would never do anything to hurt you, my love!\" She yelled, her breath surprisingly cold compared to her touch. \"I would never-\"\n\n\"I'm not done. It was later, after we've been together, that I learned my true fear was that our relationship would never progress beyond this. To always be here in the shadows of my room, to never be able to see more of you than just those captivating eyes of yours.\" I place my hand next to her eyes, and could feel her rub against it, and almost purr with affection.\n\n\"I want you to be with me to explore the world, to see the night sky of the city, to look into the moonlight-\"\n\n\"NO!!\" She screeched, the shadows around me squeezing so tight. It's like a snake coiled around every bit of my body, constricting each individual part of me all at once. My suffocation thankfully is brief, as she releases her hold and I gasp for air.\n\n\"Oh dear Nocturne, I'm so sorry. I just...the light...\"\n\n\"Don't apologize. I...know the light hurts you, how much you have grown to fear and hate it. But I wish for us to have a home of our own, outside of my parent's place. We both must face our fears if that is to happen.\" She fell silent, and so did I. The only sound I had was the rustling of my bed as I reach for Linus and bring show him to Shadow.\n\n\"If my homie can hold it down every night for me, he can protect you too, if you want.\" That's when I felt her spoon me from behind, her white eyes staring at me the whole time.\n\n\"I...will think on it. But tonight, please. Just once more.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: You had a casual relationship with Mother Earth, but ended up breaking it off when she got clingy. Now every time you start dating someone new, some sort of natural disaster seems to happen and ruins it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here in the ether there are mists of silver. Fine threads of the infinite that spans the cold black canvas of Creation. Here in the ether my garden grows, it withers and blooms with the seasons. That ebb and flow of life, the one thing that is beyond even me. I watch it as the mists ravel. I watch the threads vibrate. The whole of Creation blooms and it withers. Life goes on. Yet I remain alone.\n\nLong ago my garden was not so dark. The black glowed then in hazes of red life and there was air and people and all the things you know of. Then was the time when I walked my garden. I walked as an ant, a subject to my own devices. And there back then I had a love.\n\nShe was a beauty and one of the first. In the ebb of life all things sprung from her. She was a flower, a muse that sparked the burst of creativity that led to the Creation of All. She was Gaia, and she was the Mother of All.\n\nOur love was a first as well. Though she sprung from me, the life which flowed through her veins were her own. Her being and essence were of her own. And the love we shared was unexpected and unexplored.\n\nFor those millennia all of Creation bloomed. The mists of silver were cold in those nights and in the endless skies and a pale amber in the forever days that contain that fleeting love. As much as I try, I cannot truly describe those times to you. Then in that past there were many firsts and the thirst for life flowed like a river bursting. The spur of vitality took all of Creation and in those times, those times before your existence, there was peace and harmony in our garden.\n\nBut the love did not last. It could not. As existence continued so did expansion. And so did space. And that space was black, vast and unreachable. The walls grew taller and the work became the infinite. Soon Gaia and I were eons apart. Less and less, we saw of each other. And the nights were colder then but there was no love that gave warmth. The endless days disappeared with time, fading as the mists into memory. We spoke less and less. We saw less and less. Gaia was the first and I was her first. Our eventual uncoupling broke my heart. And it broke hers.\n\nAnd Gaia never recovered. As the millennia passed and time became meaningless, those days of beauty remained with her as they do with me. But they burned her and they fouled her. The home she had taken became unstable. There was disharmony then and a great sadness in that part of the garden. I receded during that time and never again did I walk Creation as a subject. But Gaia would never forget me.\n\nTo this day I remain alone, sad and afraid. Though she has calmed some, there are often the rumblings of her wrath, her continual sadness that has never left.\n\nOften times I have thought of finding another. In the loneliness of my old age, this slowing down of Creation and in the ever expanse of the black, I often think of her. I often think of anyone. Anyone to share this existence with.\n\nBut it can never be her. Those memories of a different time burn like old scars. The love of loving in those old memories can never come back. Those feelings have morphed to the feelings of memory which are never the same. They have turned to things which the present can never foster. To be with her now will be a great sadness. A great hurt for the memories of joy will overshadow what chance remains. No. Not Gaia.\n\nAnd never anyone else. Here in the black of the infinite these threads vibrate. Their silver lines cut across the mists and touch all Creation. They touch you though you cannot feel it. And they touch Gaia in all her wrath. They brush her with those memories of a warm past in the cold present of loneliness. Were I to find another, she would lash out. She would hurt herself. Those rumbles of disharmony will spread. The garden will collapse. No. It can never be anyone else.\n\nAnd so here in the ether the mists come. They come as they did long ago in love and in youth. Now their cold tendrils grasp at my lonely self. Now the sky is forever black as all Creation spreads far and away from me. Here in the ether I am the old parent. The dying life that has sprung forth many, but now I am forgotten and unneeded. Here in the ether I will die. I think of Gaia these days and hope that she thinks of me. And I think of the past we once shared." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: She was one of the greatest hero’s! A symbol of Justice and purity! Which is why no one can ever know her powers are fueled by pumping insane amounts of cum in her body…" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I AM THE GUARDIAN OF THE HOPELESS AND THE HOPEFUL. I DARE ALL WHO OPPOSE THE PEACE OF THIS WORLD TO FACE ME.\n\nALL EVIL DOERS WILL FALL. FOR I AM....\n\nTHE GOLDEN ROSE!\n\nTHOSE WHO FACE ME WILL FEEL MY THORNS!\n\n\"That was a very confident Golden Rose after she stopped a nuclear threat over the skies of the Atlantic...\"\n\nI can hear the news playing in the main room of the bar. The TV was intentionally loud to drown out the noise of the back rooms.\n\n\"Ah fuck yeah bitch, keep sucking it like that.\" An anonymous voice moans from the other side of the wall.\n\nI can feel his dick unload in my mouth swallowing every drop as the stranger pulls back and withdraws his dick to the otherside of the gloryhole.\n\n\"That's load 13, a few more and I'll be good for the day\" I text to my handler. \"How much did they promise me?\"\n\n\"It's a per load basis, keep going and we'll have enough for rent next month.\"\n\n\"I know I know.\" I say as I hit a button on the wall signaling someone waiting in the hall for their turn in the booth.\n\nA thick white cock is suddenly in my face as I spit in my hands to start jerking it off. After some quick stroke, I stick the whole thing in my mouth. As he gets further in my mouth, I keep licking the undershaft with the tip of my tongue. Taking occasional breaks work his balls. At least he was clean shaven.\n\nI hear the slot open as an additional envelope falls in.\n\n\"About time.\" I think as I finish circling the tip. I check the envelope to make sure the correct amount of bills are there.\n\n\"Looks good.\"\n\nI spit on the cock once more before putting some lube on my pussy and start fucking the stranger in a standing doggy position. This gloryhole booth isn't the biggest but enough for me to make due.\n\nI must have done a good job sucking his dick cause he almost came the moment I stuck his dick inside of me.\n\nThis load was particularly big cause I felt a rapid surge of energy flow throw me.\n\nEach load I consume, orally, vaginally, or anally gives me more and more power. That's the \"gift\" I was bestowed. My family cames from a line of unique superheros. The Sensual supers as we were nicknamed in the super hero registry. It started when my great grandma with her power of emotional touch married my great grandpa who had the power instant anxiety. This combined in my grandmother, she could make her subject have an orgasm through prolonged skin to skin contact. Simply holding her hand for too long could result it in. She wore gloves her whole life to prevent it.\n\nThen my mother and her power. She was essentially a succubus. Her power was semen analysis. She could gain information from any man that came inside her. She was the definition of a super slut. Sleeping with guards to get security information, executives to learn about corruption, she was the best at espionage. She met my father in her secret identity and they had me. My father's power is what complicated things. . His power would change every day of the week. He could fly, transform, have super speed, super strength, increased stamina. He had so many powers but never knew what he'd wake up with. He eventually learned about her powers and missions and left her as his reputation would have been damaged interacting with a hero of her caliber.\n\nThen came me, before my father left, he came inside my mother one last time. I had my father's multiple powers but my mother's way of obtaining them.\n\nMy mother raised me in secret. The daughter of the community super slut wouldn't be taken seriously. I didn't even find out I had powers until high school. I swallowed my boyfriend's load and turned invisible. I was so nervous I didn't tell my mom about it. It was great until I swallowed another load and set myself on fire, accidentally burning his house down. We didn't last much longer after that.\n\n\"Best pussy I've ever paid for.\"\n\nI hit the button and a few more envelopes slide through the slot as two dicks appear in the booth one on both sides.\n\nThe longer the load stays in my system, the longer I can use my powers. Fucking two cocks is no issue with super speed, precise body control, and a stamina boost, my jaw never gets sore and my arms and legs never get tired.\n\nI start sucking off one to make it wet enough to slide into my super pussy and start sucking on the other.\n\nIt's a particular talent of mine when this happened to make them come both at the same time. I can feel the cock in my mouth shoot his fat load down my throat as the other floods my pussy.\n\nMy phone starts vibrating.\n\n\"ALERT, ARMED TERRORIST TAKE OVER THE BRITISH EMBASSY\"\n\n\"Looks like my times up\" I say as I ring the bell three times signaling the whore in the booth is finished. I hear the disappointed groans as those who want to get serviced now have to wait until the next slut steps up.\n\nMy transformation powers come in handy sneaking out of the booth and out of the bar.\n\nI walk a block away as my handler is waiting in an idle car.\n\n\"Alright let's go, I'll change on the way.\" I say as I shut the car door and he speeds off.\n\n\"Hey be careful, you're leaking on my back seat.\" He shouts while swerving in and out of traffic. I look down to see some excess cum dripping out while I take my panties off and switch into my super suit. The crotch is reinforced to not show any damp spots.\n\nHe drove to a less populated part of town to make sure no eyes see me get out of the car.\n\n\"Here, before you go.\" He hands me a few small bottles and pops one open.\"just in case you didn't get your fill.\"\n\nI take the bottle and swallow the liquid whole.\n\n\"Jesus man, you need to eat healthier\" I say as I wipe a drop off my chin and lick the finger.\n\n\"I didn't know your powers let you check the health of whoever you swallow.\" He quips black.\n\n\"I can't do that but your loads have been tasting greasy lately.\" I say as I hand him back the empty bottles.\"how's tomorrow looking?\"\n\n\"Your next gloryhole is set, and theyre charging $100 per patron\"\n\n\"Extra for creampies?\"\n\n\"Always\"\n\n\"Thanks.\" I say as I finish completing my costume. \"Use some of tonight's money and get a salad with some pineapple.\"\n\n\"Yeah yeah yeah, now go save that embassy.\"\n\nThe sunroof opens and I fly through. Off to save the day as usual.\n\nMy handler starts to drive away. While waiting at a red light he turns on the radio to see if there's any updates on the situation\n\n\"We are live outside of the area set up by the local police. We are waiting for the terrorists demands but wait...what is that?? Oh my God, it's her!! The Golden Rose! She's here!\"\n\nThe crowds commotion changed from eager unorganized ramblings to loud cheers.\n\n\"If only they knew\" he said as the light turned green and he drove off into the night." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: You are a janitor at a small high school. You've been there for years, and every teacher and student likes, and knows who you are. Things are completely ordinary, but for one secret you've kept since the beginning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hate my state for the most part. One thing I hate the most was how it treats education. If there was one thing I have learned throughout the years its that teachers don't get paid near enough. I had worked as a janitor at Etowah High school for nearly 37 years. I had time to get to know many teachers, principals, and students. I had become know throughout the school and I was well liked. To be honest I tried my hardest to be that way. I loved socializing with all of the people that came through. My heart warmed every time a former student came through the door. I loved getting to be a part of a formative part of so many peoples lives. I loved when people would talk to me and confide in me as I swept the halls after hours. I liked being able to give advice to those who weren't sure where to turn.\n\nSure, I know I was a janitor. I had seen my fair share of bad days. I had dealt with the blowback of a few terrible senior pranks, and though I can laugh about them now I was definitely cursing those children in the moment. Dip spitters in the bathroom, graffiti in the stalls, and people who's parents never taught them how to aim were all part of the job, and I had no problem dealing with all of this because of all of the positives I got to see. The worst part of my job though was watching how the teachers were treated. Not by the administration (though sometimes they did have their issues), but by the state and the parents. The parents were often awful. and teachers couldn't do a damn thing about it. No matter how ridiculous the parents were being, they couldn't say hardly anything to defend themselves. The amount of times I'd seen teachers with long careers breaking down in the breakroom when I came to clean would make anyone question why people even decide to teach in the first place. Maybe they wouldn't be so worried if they were getting paid well, but thats not the case either. pay cuts, funding cuts, and increased curriculum have combined to make teaching a job that quite often costs more than its worth. When teachers have to buy supplies just to meet the bare minimum teaching requirements set out using their own money something isn't right. Yet no matter how many times I've seen teachers break down or cry many of them still seem to stick around. I know why. its exactly the reason I stay around. The kids. So perhaps the parents and the state aren't the worst part about this job. It''s the lie.\n\nIts a lie I've kept and perpetrated to every. Single. one of them. All the students. All the teachers. Its also part of the one reason I like my state. In my state they allow winners of the lottery to remain anonymous. One day I stopped at a gas station after leaving my office job. On a whim I bought a powerball ticket hoping against hope for something to break me out of my corporate drone life. Well. I won. I didn't have to work another day in my life. So I started doing that immediately. I didn't tell anyone I won. I decided to stay in my house, because I liked it. I decided to keep my car, because I liked it. I decided to keep everything the same as much as possible. I'd seen so many horror stories after all. I also decided to keep it quiet to avoid meeting any \"extended family\" I never knew I had. That being said I quit my job in fantastic fashion the next day and lived for a while doing nothing. Soon I found out that I was fat and bored. I decided to get a job where i could get quite a few vacation days, as I had become fond of traveling in my freetime, and where I could receive a meager income enough so that people didn't think something suspicious was going on what with me not working but the bills still being magically paid. I found out the local highschool and the rest is history.\n\nThe bad part you might ask? The gifts. The parties. The incredibly kind gestures from all of the students and teachers I've met over the years. They don't know. How could they? They all think I'm just a simple man living a simple life with my wife being the main breadwinner. They give so much even when so many of them don't have that much to give just to make my life better. I've accepted their gifts, I've shown great thanks, and every time I've gone home after and wonder what consequences this lie will have on my afterlife.\n\nLuckily I've found a way to fight back. I know the school. I know the cameras. I know the teachers, and students. I know what they need and what hey want. I've begun to help them. I buy things i know they need and hide them places i know they'll be found. I buy new equipment if its needed and no one is any the wiser. I've found a way to hopefully give back for the lie I tell. Nobody knows I've won so no one suspects anything. Maybe my state's not so bad after all." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You get captured by a stranger who locks you in a room in their house, with just a chair. A short while later, your captor enters the room. \"I'm sorry for how I treated you, but you're in grave danger, I did what I needed to in order to protect you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I glowered at her, as she closed the door behind her. As it closed, I saw a flash around its edge. I had a very good idea of what that was, and was probably going to happen. \"Listen, lady, whoever you are. I'm sure you think you are being very noble like that. I'm sure you have a whole plan to keep me safe. But I don't need your help.\"\n\nShe sighed, shaking her head. Her blonde ponytail whipped around as she did, emphasising her displeasure. \"Don't put on a brave face with me. Do you even know what you are?\"\n\nI leaned back a little, working on getting a little give in my bindings. \"Well, let's see. I'm an Aquarius, Year of the Sheep, whatever other silly nonsense you fill your head with. But you're probably thinking of my whole Bright Soul deal aren't you?\"\n\nHer eyes had been rolling as I spoke. But as soon as I mentioned the Bright Soul, she froze. I smirked at her reaction, and the splutter that followed. \"Y-you know! And you just wander around?!\"\n\nMy smirk morphed into a grin, as I leaned back. \"Did you think I was completely unaware of my nature? Feeling others spiritual potential isn't exactly a normal sensation. I've known since I was a child.\"\n\nMy grin widened as she stomped over, attempting to tower over me. \"Why didn't you have any protection?!\"\n\nI could tell how much I was infuriating her. It was highly amusing, not that she would appreciate it. \"About that...\"\n\nAs the words left my lips, the door gave a cracking sound. Her seals were being broken down, making her jump. I watched her pale, summoning her Spirt Blade. It was a light green colour, forming a single curved blade decorated with blossoms. I just watched, waiting for my protection to get here.\n\nSure enough, I saw four stubbed blades pierce the edge of the entrance. Their pink glow grew brighter, as the owner gripped tight. A screech filled the air, as the metal door was forced open, breaking the hinges that had been locked in place.\n\nBehind it loomed David, his hands covered in that same pink glow. His enormous beard was slightly frazzled, which was a bit surprising. He was usually much more composed, keeping the mighty chin of hair in immaculate condition. \"Lisa! What have you gotten yourself into this time?!\"\n\n\"Just a do-gooder trying to protect me Dave! She thought I didn't know.\"\n\nHe pushed his way in, towering over the lady. She half-heartedly held up her blade, shaking before him. He shook his head, flexing his fingers with a sure expression. \"Don't bother trying it. It won't end well for you.\"\n\nI sniggered, before he turned to glare at me. \"Don't laugh! I had to cut short my class because of you! Why didn't you defend yourself before you were taken?! This is an embarrassment!\"\n\nI rolled my eyes, letting out my own Spirit Blade. A pair of much thinner cutting edges sprang from the backs of my hands and wrists, splitting the rope. With a sigh I brought them back to my front, shaking my aching joints. \"I knew she was a self taught Externaler. No training, and a mostly pure soul. We need new blood Dave.\"\n\nI watched her raise her hand, utterly confounded by thr situation. \"Um, what's going on?\"\n\nI opened my mouth to speak, only to get socked in the arm by David. He blew a breath from nostrils, daring me to interrupt before speaking to my kidnapper. \"My idiot sister-\"\n\n\"Hey!\"\n\n\"Took it on herself to test you. We are part of a group dedicated to keep Externalising safe, only spread to worthy holders. Since the original purpose of it is no longer relevant, it only serves now as a different weapon to harm people. But there aren't enough of us to keep an eye on everything. And with the rise of gangs using it, we are thin on the ground.\"\n\nShe staggered a little at that. I wondered what she knew of this. There must have been some source for her information. But that could wait. I slid over the chair I had been tied to, letting her sit before she fainted and hurt herself. \"Sorry for the ruse, it's easier to get a measure of a person when they are under the impression they are in charge. But I like your moxie. How about learning how to properly use your Externalisation, and how to fight?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: When you arrive at the police station where you work, everyone is in an uproar until they see you. Everyone is silent, and you find on your desk a photograph of yourself. Dead. Brutally stabbed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Listen, I am just as confused as you are” I pleaded. The single lamp above me lit only the table I was handcuffed to and the case file sitting just out of my reach. There was an audible sigh as he leaned forward. His rough hair and wrinkled suit indicated a man who has been awake for much longer that was probably healthy. He sighed,\n\n“Okay, why don’t you walk me though what happened”\n\nIt was a normal day, just like any other. I did the same morning routine I have done every morning since I made Detective in the NYPD. Wake up at 6:30, make myself coffee, walk to the local café for 2 scrambled eggs with bacon, then jumped onto the subway to make it to the precinct by 8:00. The first thing I noticed that was different was who was behind the reception desk. For all 20 years I have been on the force, Janice has never missed a day. However, today sat a young man, no older than 25, with short hair and a short trimmed beard. I continued to the elevator and rode it the 3 floors up to the main bullpen. As the doors slid open, I noticed a significant amount of movement and commotion. I walked over to my desk and looked across to my partner who was deeply invested in a stack of paperwork.\n\n“night shift drops a lot of work on you?” My question was semi jokingly, but also a big concerning as cases were usually not assigned until after the morning briefing at 8:30, which was 15 minutes from now. Upon me finishing my sentence, his head jolted up and gave me a blank stare. Fear and horror filled his eyes. The deep bags underneath them indicated he did not get a lot of sleep the night prior.\n\nA quick note about my partner Jim, he was tough, smart and a great detective. The man has seen it all, he was only 45, but his beard was fully grey. Out of all the years I have known him nothing has ever given him the look of pure fear and confusion as was on his face as he looked at me.\n\n“You alright partner?”\n\nHis blank stare continued. It was then that I looked down and saw the picture on my desk paperclip to a thin beige folder with a small stack of paper inside. It looked like any other stab murder. A single corpse lay in an alley, the knife still inside the bodies chest. I scanned the photo for details as I did with every murder case that comes across my desk, the body looked familiar, but in this line of work, you see so many people you are bound to bump into a few future victims. I removed the photo from the clip, and it was then that I saw the header of the file. The victim had been identified as me. A wave of fear and confusion flashed across my body as I looked back and forth between the folder and picture. The crime lab was correct, the body was mine, the name was mine, the DNA was mine.\n\n“Then you showed up and brought me in here, I swear I don’t know what’s going on”\n\n“Alright ‘Officer Johnson’” His emphasis made it sound like he doubted my identity, “Why don’t you cut the crap and tell me who you really are”\n\nThe fear I felt made words hard to push out “My name is Brian Johnson, my wife is Rachel Johnson and my daughter is Sarah, I have been a police officer for 20 years and…”\n\n“Wait,” He cut me off, “Did you say daughter? Officer Brian Johnson doesn’t have a daughter, only a son named Samuel, now, who are you!”\n\nJust as he finished, the door at the side of the room slammed open, filling the room with light, a man and a woman, burst in, white lab coats on, hair messed up and out of breath from a long sprint through the precinct.\n\n“This man is exactly who he says he is” the man stated in between deep breaths. The woman next to him jumped in next. “Our experiment went wrong, and this man was transported here from an alternate dimension”\n\n“Wait, what?” The woman reached into her pocket as she walked behind me, “What the hell is going on….”\n\nI felt a prick in my neck, before I was able to finish me sentence, as my mind began to fade, I heard another voice over the rooms intercom,\n\n“Take care of this, now!”\n\nThen everything went black." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Cats were once revered as gods and Dogs are Man's Best Friend. The invading Alien force is about to find out why." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zerk smiled. This was going to be an easy mission. His sniper rifle was trained on the President, who was going on in full flow at his \"States of the Onion\" address, or whatever it was called. Stage 1 was going to be easy, although not as easy as stage 2...\n\n\"All targets acquired.\" The confirmation came on the headset from the 5 alien motherships in orbit around the Earth, cloaked from human signals. The plan was devilishly simple, Zerk thought - Eliminate all the leaders of the 'countries' and 'organisations' on the Earth in one stroke, and then give a sample of the firepower to the ordinary humans. With no leader to guide them, the humans would be easier to break and enslave...\n\n\"Fire!\" The word was barely completed when the bullet left the barrel. At one km per second, the bullet screamed towards the President. Zerk counted - 5,4,3,2,1...\n\nThere was instant pandemonium near the podium, Zerk noted. Peering through the scope, he expected to see the exploded body of the President, as was wont to happen with humans. There was a lot of blood, he noted with satisfaction, searching for some fragment of the target's body...\n\nAnd instead saw him alive, being surrounded by men in black.\n\n\"Fark. High Judge, I missed. I am taking a second shot.\" He spoke into the microphone, but heard only a garbled reply, something like \"Get....now!\"\n\nZerk shrugged and aimed again. However, the hall was empty by now, with only a few remaining agents searching for the preparator, and he did see some body fragments. Oddly enough, he saw the head of something the humans called a 'Doge', a seemingly harmless mammal tamed by humans...but that was irrelevant.\n\nBehind him, three Alsations emerged silently from the bushes, blades in their jaws. Simultaneously, they pounced on their target...\n\n\"We have lost contact with all our ground troops\" came the voice over the sound system.\n\n\"What happened?\" The High Judge screamed. \"Where are my snipers? What's the status on the targets?\"\n\n\"Sir, apparently, the targets are all safe.\" The aide hesitated, but then pressed on, \"and well. Apparently, the mammals called 'doges' jumped in front of each of our targets, saving them, but sacrificing themselves. Also, we lost contact with all out troops within one minute. It's too coordinated to be a coincidence...\"\n\n\"You think?\" Sneered the Judge. \"Very well, we will withdraw and plan anew. Surely this time, we won't fail. Collect more data on the Doge's...\"\n\nHis monotone was broken by messages appearing on the ship's display console.\n\n\"Fighting an enemy you can't see? Must be...ruff. You thought you could conquer humans by cheap tactics? Guess what, you forgot to invite us to the party and...oops. Please excuse me...\"\n\n\"What the hell was THAT?\" Roared the commander. As if to answer that, a second message popped up on the display console.\n\n\"Please excuse Commander Growl. He was the brains behind the ground attack that defended the Heads of State and...neutralised your snipers. Got overly excited by his success and peed himself.\"\n\n\"Anyway, your ships are currently in our range, and under rules of engagement, we are going to destroy them. It's a shame, really. Only if you had been more friendly...\"\n\n\"Like hell you are. Who are you anyway? Some sort of 'human guardians'?\" The commander typed back.\n\n\"You could say that. Considering the attention and friendship the humans have bestowed upon us, it's only fair we do this. Once we were worshipped as gods, and now we are their defenders. You can call us their...\"\n\n\"'Bark Knight...sorry, sorry, I'm back and I'm OK, thanks for asking. Whats this, Kitty? We haven't blown up these chumps yet?\"\n\n\"We were going to. This is farewell, foolish aliens.\"\n\nThe commander was shaking. What was that? Suddenly his aide whispered,\" Sir, you remember those structures we mocked as useless a few solar days ago? The pyramids? It's looks like their tops are opening up, and we are detecting a heat source very similar to a laser, pointing directly at our ships from there...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: You live in a small farming village where people live their worryless lives. Little do the villagers know, countless armies have tried to invade it, but all invasion attempts have failed because of one deciding factor. You, the retired demon lord is living in that village." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A messenger rode for the village, bearing a letter. The village was quaint to be sure, and despite bordering no less than three kingdoms lacked even a palisade to protect it from invaders. He approached one of the villagers and asked to speak to whoever was in charge, and was directed to the village elder. The messenger handed him the letter, which read as follows:\n\n>Attention peasants,\n\n>I approach with an army ten thousand strong, preparing to invade the heinous King Falstar's land. You have the good fortune of being the first of my annexations, so we shall allow you to simply surrender without so much as a change in leadership, so long as you provide my men with provisions and housing while we march through your hamlet. Refuse my generous offer, and we shall take the supplies by force and imprison all who resist.\n\n>Signed,\n\n>Lord Marin Montanagro\n\nAs the elder reached the end of the page, a bit pale seeing that he was being asked to feed and house an army more than twenty times the size of the village, I entered the room. I kept a careful eye on things, so I had known when the messenger entered immediately, but I thought it would make for a better entrance to wait until the letter had been delivered. Everyone jumped as the door slammed open, but I entered at a calm pace appropriate for someone my age.\n\nTo the eyes of a dissociated onlooker, I probably didn't cut an imposing figure. Five foot seven inches, with a slight limp, even my assistant looked like more of a threat at a glance. Still, I approached the messenger, and the elder handed me the letter. I made a show of looking at it, even though I already knew what it said. My audience consisted of only the elder, the messenger, and my assistant, but I didn't need a big audience to make an impact.\n\n\"You should tell Lord Montanagro to reconsider, this village does not participate in the war games of petty kings,\" I said.\n\n\"Reconsider?!?!\" The messenger said, completely dumbfounded, \"We have ten thousand men, all well armed and fighting fit! An unfortified village with a population less than five hundred would be wiped out in an instant!\"\n\nI sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. \"Vascarian, care to inform our guest?\" I said.\n\nMy assistant leaned over and whispered in the messenger's ear. His eyes went wide as he started to realize who he was talking to.\n\n\"Demon Lord Iscar? Iscar the Exterminator? I thought he was dead...\" the messenger said, stammering a bit.\n\nI chuckled a bit. It seemed my reputation still hadn't dried up. \"The rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated, partly so my son wouldn't face trouble with his ascension to the throne. I assure you, my body may be a little past its prime but my magic is more potent than ever.\" A few sparks crackled between my fingers. \"Now then, I will make things simple: Come here with ten thousand men, and you will lose ten thousand men. And if I send one letter out of here to inform my son Falstar of your plans, the retribution will be suitably... harsh.\"\n\n\"Lord Montanagro won't back down to threats\" the messenger said, though I could see him quaking a bit.\n\n\"Then his family tree will be trimmed to its very roots, and he can look forward to the loving accommodations of the underworld for the rest of his natural life. I'm told the eternal screaming of tortured souls is lovely this time of year.\"\n\n\"I will... Inform Lord Montanagro at once, sir...\" the messenger said, starting toward the door without taking his eyes off me. Vascarian opened the door for him and he sprinted for his horse before riding away, several of the local farmers watching him with some confusion. If this Lord Montanagro had half a brain, that would be the last we heard of invasion from them. Suffice to say, I told Vascarian to send a letter to my son and started to draw up plans to wipe out the army." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: For weeks, you have been receiving envelopes with a single letter on paper inside. You’ve thought it was a joke, but now that you’ve put the letters together, they spell out ‘I am going to kill you today’" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The killer stumbled around my home, peering through doors and under furniture, trying to find where I was hiding. It was fascinating to watch him through the security cameras the police had helped me install. Watching as the man lifted my kettle, acting as if I would be hiding underneath it. The cop turned to me with a baffled expression, and I rolled my eyes in response. The killer then opened my fridge, placing his hands on his hips, looking absolutely befuddled that his perfect plan hadn’t worked.\n\n“So, are you going to go in and catch him?” I asked. Officer Randy bit into his sandwich, still in awe of what he was seeing. He didn’t appear to be in a rush, trying to understand the killer’s motives.\n\n“And you don’t know this guy?” He said, careful not to spit any loose pieces of bread out.\n\n“No, not at all.”\n\n“Weird. Why would he send you the letters one at a time? Did he assume you wouldn’t try to put them together at some point?”\n\n“Maybe he thought I wouldn’t be able to figure it out without all the letters?” I offered, unsure why he had used such a tactic.\n\n“He should have jumbled them then. It’s a good thing you came to us when you did. He was waiting outside when he delivered that last letter, you know. He could have easily snuck in when you opened the door. To think you were that close to getting killed.” The officer shook his head, almost looking disappointed by how easily the criminal had gotten themselves caught.\n\n“So, are you going to get him?”\n\n“Yeah, yeah. In a minute.” The officer glared at me, scoffing down more of his sandwich. In the camera’s, the man was still wandering around my home. Eventually he grabbed a pillow, sniffing it, before walking into the bedroom.\n\n“Does he think he can smell me?” I questioned, watching the man get on all fours, crawling under my bed. He stayed hidden beneath the bed for five minutes, being out of the view of the cameras. When he emerged, he almost looked tranquil, setting a letter down on my pillow before staring directly at the bedroom camera.\n\nHe mouthed a hello, giving the camera a wave. The man’s hair was a mess, hanging down to his shoulders. His face looked rough, but it was hard to tell how rough given the number of pixels on the screen. He flashed his teeth when he grinned and the camera shut off, leaving us in the dark.\n\nOfficer Randy threw his sandwich onto the desk, jumping up to grab his walkie talkie. “Cameras have gone dark. Move in now. Target is armed with a knife, I repeat, the target is armed with a knife.” Randy gave the orders, and the police moved in, only to find my home empty, apart from the letter.\n\nWhen I returned home, the police guided me to my bedroom, pushing the bed aside to show what the killer had done. The wooden floorboards showing heavy scratch marks, having been frequently moved over the last month. The killer hadn't wasted all that time he spent wandering through my house. All that time he was inspecting the cameras, working out if we connected them to my power or not. When he confirmed that the police had used my power for the camera’s, he planted a small explosive on the fuse, blowing it up. Making sure the power cut off at the perfect time for his cinematic escape.\n\nThe letter he left was a simple message. He congratulated me on surviving the first stage of his puzzle, but admitted he was disappointed about how I had used outside sources to escape his initial trap. He promised the next stage would be far more open. That puzzle wouldn’t be delivered only to my house. No, it would be hand delivered to wherever he could get to me. When the police read the letter, they moved me to an apartment, offering to watch the apartment block until the killer was caught. They were confident that now that they had seen the man, it would be easy to track him, and yet, they never found him.\n\nIt’s been six months now, and not a single puzzle ever arrived. The police assured me that the killer had most likely lost interest, even telling me it was ‘safe’ to move back into my home. I didn’t feel safe, though. Everywhere I went, it fell like he could be lurking. Every slightly rough looking person I passed made me flinch. Anyone could be him. Even at night, I still heard the odd scratching under the floorboards. The floorboards were secure now, having been replaced and upgraded. Still, nothing felt entirely safe.\n\nEvery night I worried about what this meant for me. Either the killer had moved on, or I had been missing whatever hints he was leaving me. The thought of the second option made my stomach turn. Again, I spent another near sleepless night in bed, hoping that one day I would feel safe again." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Your Protagonist (or antagonist), just decides to leave the story, right in the middle of it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She rubbed her eyes, turning back towards her family. Her father. Her aunt. Her uncle. Rifa. All were ready to fight what was in front of them, with her as their lead. They were all in position, unmovable statues with steel eyes. But on the other side it was her own friend. Possessed or not, it was none other than the body of Miriam holding the Seal.\n\nShe figured the others would barely have any remorse, but her own father took care of Miriam as if she were family. But after all... this all was to be expected. They killed their own brother when he got the thirst of power. Sure, they did make someone else do it, but it was still the 'family decision' that led to Luca's death. And now Luca was taking his revenge by taking the Seal after his death- and the whole family was ready to take down Luca in soul, and Miriam in body. A long sigh filled her lungs- she made her decision. The decision to go against them. Not against the family, but against them all. All of them. All, including the one telling you all of this.\n\n\"I'm done.\" She began walking past them, flipping off Luca through Miriam's eyes. Miriam narrowed her eyes- did that... what did that mean?\n\n\"What?\" And the 'what' was shared by all, antagonist included. Narrator included, while we're at that. \"Nini, you can't-\" But apparently, she... kind of could?\n\n\"No, I'm done. Fuck this, no, fuck all of you. You are unable to deal with your own brother, and look where it got us.\" Arms extended, she pointed to all that was around them. Seemingly to the scenery, but intending to point to the plot altogether.\n\nRude.\n\n\"You can't just leave me-\" Miriam/Luca began, but the antagonist's speech was cut short.\n\n\"No, you know what? I can. And that's exactly the point. Look at me!\" Arms in the air like she just did not care, she waggled her hips to no music, before grabbing her bag and taking a phone and a pair of headphones out. While she began untangling the mess of the cable, she continued ranting, pointing to each of them throughout the speech. \"I'm done with this, all of this, you, and you all could handle everything without me before. I don't see why you can't do it now! I mean, shit, if I got strong enough in some months while you all had years and years of training, you must have been pretty shitty to begin with.\" With that, she finally put her headphones on, flipped them off with one hand while picking a song with the other, and left.\n\nI mean, they still defeated Miriam/Luca, but it did miss that 'protagonist stuck between either saving the world or saving their friend' trope. Wait no. Now that I think about it, it's so overused I'm rather happy she left. Good luck finishing your degree and living a normal life, Nini.\n\nA normal life no one will write about. Bitch." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Archaeologists discover an ancient wax tablet which depicts one event from human history from every century, only one has not yet occurred: the destruction of Earth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We were due to find it sooner or later, Calvin thought as he took another deep drag off of his cigarette. All the others had been found, and all the others had been true. Finding this one, though, brought a sense of finality to it all.\n\nThe mystery surrounding the tablets themselves had caused an uproar, while humanity still existed in its primal form. 'Who created them?' 'How could they have known?' Questions sprung from philosophers and theologists alike. There was no answer to be had, and humanity did indeed end before Earth did anyway, so in conclusion what did it all matter? Having made great advances in the propulsion technology, the last few weeks since the Atlantans left, Calvin was certain he would get off this disgusting rock. One of the last hundred Newmen left behind on the devastated old cradle of humanity.\n\nWhen Earths climate finally took a turn for the worse and the nuclear wastelands far outscaled any untouched plots of land, the rise of the Newmen was inevitable. Humanity had to adapt or die, and so they did. The once who could afford it anyway. They left behind their biological bodies and adapted to synthetics, synthetics particularly made to withstand the new conditions on Earth. But even this would not last forever, and so Calvin and his team of scientists were looking to get off the planet.\n\nThis option presented itself when the Atlantans, a race that 15000 years ago had visited Earth, had returned and while shocked at the outcome of the human race, they did allow Calvin to learn what he could from their engine room. He now had a way out. He would get them all off this stupid stinky planet and see it fall to its own decay. He looked out from his office, to the vast seas of trash and corpses. 'We'll find a new home' he thought.\n\nHe looked back at the final tablet. It was quite random that it had been located. One of his interns, an archaeologist, had slipped on something, and found it sticking out of the ground near where his head landed in the fall. And now it was here. Calvin couldn't help wondering how depressed he would have been, had he not already found a way to leave Earth. It made sense really. The destabilized enviroment, the shifts in the tectonic plates..the core had to give way at some point. And really what more motivation could you need? This would happen, just like all the other tablets had happened.\n\nHe brought the tablet with him to the lab, and lay it down on the center desk for everyone to see. 'Our planet is coming to an end, my friends' he said with fire in his heart. 'There is nothing we can do about it, and there is no way to reverse the process, it has been foreseen by the Creators and shared on a final tablet'\n\n'We may look upon this day years ahead from now, in celebration, for the evidence of the fate of Earth, will be washed away when the planet destabilizes and gets destroyed. May we find peace in our new home'\n\nThe team looked motivated, and they would have to be. Still a couple weeks left for the vessel to be completed, and long distance space travel an option. 'Hope...is a funny thing' Calvin thought. Where fear had been the unyielding parasite that brought down the Human race, could hope be the agent to free the Newmen from a similar fate?\n\n'We'll see about it, in the black of space' The lead scientist of the Newmen race thought, as he looked into the faces of his team." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You have the power of biokensis, which allows you to reprogram your cells and DNA to change your appearance in hair, eye, and skin color. You've never found this power useful until the zombie apocalypse, and now you must transform and pretend to be a zombie to survive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hated this.\n\nI hated, hated, hated this. Despised myself. What I had become.\n\nWhat right did I have to survive when everyone else had actually died?\n\nEveryone was dead, now. It had been months, maybe a year, since I'd seen anyone with fresh skin. I'd almost forgotten what it looked like, almost, to have skin not rotted or torn or ravaged but clear. I couldn't remember those days before it had all started, where acne was the biggest of my worries.\n\nSometimes, when I was alone, I changed back into my true self. Not even an adult, seventeen when I stopped keeping track of the months, with flaming red hair and a straight back and actual proper words that meant something when you strung them together. I never looked in the mirror. It was too hard. I didn't know how I could change form, blend in with the killers, but it didn't matter, really. Even if I knew, I'd still be different. I'd still be alone.\n\nI wondered if it would be better to die. To go to wherever everyone else was, since their spirits certainly weren't here. Or, if there was no heaven or afterlife - after the last year, I knew there was no God - at least my misery would end.\n\nI hated the zombies, for their mindless gibbering and the disgusting way they ripped everyone I loved from me. I hated myself, for clinging onto life and failing everyone I'd ever loved.\n\nI was a big, furious ball of hate. And that was still what I was when, still in zombie form, I stomped into a random suburban home to scavenge in the cupboards or overgrown gardens. I had used to feel vaguely bad about stealing, but it wasn't as if anyone else needed the food. The zombies had switched to animal flesh, after finishing off the humans. I had used to be a vegetarian, before the apocalypse. I still was, if only because the thought of ripping into flesh was more gruesome than hunger pangs.\n\nI rummaged through the cupboard, finding a couple cans of beans. Best I could hope for, all things considered. I'd eat dinner tonight. I pinched my dead lips, glancing out the windows and closing the shades, then dropped back into my old form.\n\nIt was just after that when it happened. I had taken a breath, fell back into my normal teenager shape. I had curled a tiny tendril of red hair around my finger.\n\nAnd then, from behind me, the deafening clang of a pan tumbling to the floor.\n\nI whirled around, panicking, shifting into my dead skin. Zombies were pretty stupid. Maybe this one would forget it had seen me. Maybe I could kill it, or tie it up, or-\n\nThe zombie stood there, shuffling awkwardly and opening its mouth and then closing it. I didn't pray, but I desperately hoped. Forget, forget, forget, I chanted in my head. Forget, forget-\n\nAnd then the impossible happened.\n\nThe zombie shifted, somehow, in an completely foreign but utterly familiar way. And dead, charred skin gave way to beautiful, dark, gorgeously living flesh.\n\nI gaped.\n\nA boy stood in front of me, with long black hair and acne, oh, I'd forgotten what that looked like, and trembling fingers and hands and eyes.\n\n\"You can do it too,\" said the boy who had just spoken the first sentence I'd heard in months.\n\nI didn't know zombies could cry, but I did, as I shifted back into my human form. He stared at me, awed. \"I can,\" I whispered, and suddenly a big ball of hate started to dissolve inside me, leaving only relief and exhilaration behind, like when a tide seeps out and all that's left are salt-polished shells.\n\nWe stared at each other, crumbling apart. There was so much to say, to do.\n\n\"Could I have some black bean soup too?\" he asked, and I smiled through tears.\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah, sure.\"\n\nThat could wait. Right now, we weren't alone. Right now, that was enough." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: \"Hey, I know this is kind of an odd thing to ask you, another man/woman, but, would you like to dance?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Niko’s tie was bent on strangling him. His hands struggled with the knot, but to no avail. He resigned himself to discomfort the whole evening.\n\nWell, not just tie discomfort. Niko was not having the best prom.\n\nHis friends had already gone off and were dancing to Percy Sledge with girls in their arms and besotted grins on their faces.\n\nNiko sighed. He turned and spread his brown hands on the punch table. After several seconds of deliberation, he scooped what must have been a fair amount of “Cherri-Licious!” and poured it into a red cup. He tilted his head back and drained it in one go.\n\nHe felt a hand tap him fast on the shoulder.\n\n“Agh! Jesus, dude, warn a man next time.” Niko pulled at his cuffs and turned.\n\nHe did a quick once-over of the guy. He was tall, skinny, and very jittery. His hands twitched at his sides and scratched at his navy pants.\n\n“H-hi,” Tweaky Guy stammered out, over the music.\n\n“Uh, ‘sup. Do I know you?”\n\n“Well, um, do you ever really kno-know anyone? Like, I mean, can you s-say you know someone inside and out? Um...”\n\n“The fuck?”\n\n“Oh. S-sorry. I was trying to make a joke.”\n\n“It wasn’t funny and it didn’t make sense.”\n\n“I know.” Tweaky Guy ran his hands through his inexpertly styled hair. “Um, can I start over?”\n\n“Dude, why are you here. Get to the point.” Niko would normally be more pissed, but any strong emotions he would have felt were dampened by loneliness. He focused on the aftertaste of artificial cherry.\n\n“Well, it’s sort of, um, weird to ask, like, another guy, bu-but do you wanna dance with me?” Tweaky Guy messed with his hair again, this time totally ruining it.\n\n“Oh. That’s why you were so fucking, uh, stuttery. Nah man, I’m straight.” Niko awkwardly reached his hand out, then realized he had no idea what he was planning to do with it and retracted it.\n\n“Oh, I am, too,” Tweaky Guy replied.\n\n“What? Then, like, why did you ask me out?”\n\n“I, uh, already tried to ask a-all the girls, but they just laughed or-or didn’t talk to me. I just wanna da-dance with someone at prom.”\n\n“What, like a bucket-list thing?”\n\n“S-sure.”\n\n“Okay, yeah.”\n\n“Wait, seriously?” TG’s eyes widened comically.\n\n“Well, I mean, I’m desperate, I’ve never danced on prom night, and this stupid song is literally called ‘When a Man Loves a Woman.’ It’s hilarious. It’s like the universe is laughing at me.”\n\n“But, y-you were so, like, um. That. Ear-earlier.”\n\n“I changed my mind. Call it a cosmic interference.”\n\nNiko grabbed Tweaky’s polyester suit by the arm and led him to the dance floor. The song ended and “Could I Have This Dance” bleated from the cheap-ass speakers.\n\nAll 5 feet and 4 inches of Niko were strangely OK with having his waist be tentatively held by a dude that must’ve been at least six feet tall. He wondered if he had drunk too much punch. He angled his head upwards, toward’s Tweaky’s angular face.\n\n“If I’m gonna be dancing with someone at prom, don’t you think I should know his name?” Niko asked.\n\n“James,” the tall guy said.\n\n“I’m probably insane. And also Niko.”\n\nFor the first time the whole night, James’s lips pulled at the corners. He wrapped his arms around Niko with more confidence, and Niko pressed his cheek into James’s tie.\n\nThis earned a few odd looks, especially from his friend dancing maybe a meter or two off to his side. ‘I’ll explain later,’ he mouthed.\n\nNiko turned his attention away from his friend and towards his partner.\n\n“You know how weird this is, right?” Niko murmured into James’s dress shirt.\n\n“I dunno, b-but you seem pretty into it.” Niko heard the hesitant smile in James’s voice.\n\n“Shut up,” he replied. “I think I just wanna he hugged. Haven’t had that in a while.”\n\nJames looked down at him. “N-no homo, but that’s kind of adorable. And sad.”\n\n“A little too late for the ‘no homos’ now, man.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: You found out something surprising. While lots of people admit to occasionally talking to their reflection in their bedroom mirror, no one else’s reflection talks back, or hands them things, or invites them through the glass. Perplexed, you decide to go home to talk to your reflection about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Me and Em\n\nI’ve never kept it a secret. It’s just such an obvious part of my life that I didn’t need to mention it, or if I did, I just said I was talking to myself, and people thought I was joking and laughed it off.\n\nIt wasn’t until I was in my first and only serious relationship that it kind of caused a problem. My ex noticed that some of my shirts were “girl clothes” or that’s what she thought at least, because the buttons were on the wrong side. They weren’t, they belonged to Em, sometimes we switched clothes. I had mentioned that offhandedly, and it ended up causing a major fight. I realize now that she thought I was talking about another person, a girl I was seeing behind her back. It seems absurd now, reflecting on it, but at the time, I didn’t quite understand what we were talking about at all. It was our first big fight, and actually resulted in our breakup. She likely still thinks I was seeing someone else. I guess I was—my reflection. At the time I had thought she was crazy. I see things differently now, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not sure anything does anymore. But I’m getting ahead of myself.\n\nI talk to myself now and then. Typically in my room, to a full-length mirror, to my reflection. To talk to one’s reflection isn’t so strange, but mine talks back in a voice like mine, but different. He‘s muffled, as though behind glass, which I guess he is. That’s not all though, occasionally we exchange things through the mirror, though it takes a little effort to push it through the glass. Small things mostly, clothes a few times—that’s why the shirt buttons were reversed, and other things as well. Books and comics, though we can’t read each other’s—the text is backwards. Our iPhones once—strangely, neither phone worked on the other side, food twice, though we gave that up quick. Each time we ate each other’s food we got super sick—upset stomachs like you wouldn’t believe, lots of time spent in our separate but identical bathrooms. I’ll spare you the details\n\nMostly we talk, and it’s not like we exchange a ton of wisdom and fresh insight. It’s more like we just offer each other emotional support. We listen to each other. We’ve watched each other cry. Because everything we suffer, we suffer together and we are never alone. Until now maybe. I’m not sure.\n\nHe is my reflection, I am his. We are here for each other, and in our worst moments it’s nice to have a friend. Nice to put my palm against the glass, and for him to do the same.\n\nWe are mirror images, exactly the opposite, exactly the same, and where ever there is a reflective surface we are there for each other. But we have our own mirrored lives, and live in separate worlds, worlds once nearly identical, but that are definitely not identical now. But I think they will be again soon, and that is likely my fault.\n\nI noticed a week or so ago that he was looking different. Coughing, pale, thinner every day, and his eyes bright with fever. The last time we talked, before he lost his voice completely, he told me about something that’s happening in his mirrored world behind the glass, something terrible. A highly contagious and deadly plague is sweeping through the population. A virus he now has. He’s alone, he’s sick, he’s dying, and he’s scared. It’s only natural that I would try to comfort him.\n\nThat was two days ago. The next morning he wasn’t in the mirror in front of me. Through the glass his room, usually so identical to mine, is dark. In the gloom, I can see the edge of his bed. Under the blankets, I see a lump that I know is his foot, and although we both have restless leg syndrome, his foot isn’t moving.\n\nI told myself he was sleeping, and I went to work. That was yesterday. This morning I turned on my bedroom light, but through the mirror his room is still dark, and he’s in the same position. I tell myself he’s sleeping, and I carefully shaved in front of an empty bathroom mirror. Driving to work I couldn’t see my reflection in the side or rearview mirrors. I avoided looking in the bathroom mirror at work. I know my reflection won’t be there either. I feel scared, I feel alone, and I’m starting to feel sick too.\n\nI remember how my reflection looked the last time I saw him. His face pale and gaunt, his dark eyes feverish and filled with fear. His hand against the mirror’s surface reaching out to me for comfort. It’s only natural that I’d put my hand out too. I remember the feeling of his hand through the glass, a palm usually as familiar as my own, but now thinner, slick, clammy, and unbelievably hot with fever—a fever I now share.\n\nWhen I had reached out I was only trying to show him that I cared. I hadn’t thought about what else could be shared from his world to ours." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: Rockstar Games announces GTA VI, says we're already playing it. While the world dismisses it as a joke, you and your bestfriend receive an email from them titled \"As Promised\" - it contains the list of all cheatcodes..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Those diabolical bastards,” I whispered to myself. My eyes were drying out as I read over the list of cheat codes. The complicated wall of text had me hovering in front of my computer screen more than usual. I’m glad that staring at a computer screen doesn’t really make your eyes worse. I’d be completely blind at this point. It probably can’t be good that I’ve literally been staring for hours.\n\nI got up from my computer and walked to my bathroom. My knees popped as they were fully extended for the first time of the day. Right after the announcement, everyone, I assumed, went straight to their computers. I thought it was a marketing scheme at first, but what if?\n\nI reached inside my mirrored medicine cabinet to grab some Vizine. I stared at my moldy white ceiling as I put in the eye drops. If this all really was a game, then I’ve sure been wasting my time. Who in the hell wants to play a real-life simulator?\n\n“Up up back left R2 R3 up right back left right down X.” I said to myself in the mirror. I reopened my mirror with one finger, lightly as possible, and ripped it out of the wall. The mirror itself shattered as it was flung to the opposing wall, scattering shards of glass all over my bathroom floor.\n\n“Fuck me, that’s clever!” I yelled. It’s not like I’d, or anyone else in the world, really, would say that out loud! Of course no one ever used the cheat codes before! If the Super Strength code worked, then all the others must too! That means I am in a video game and I’ve- really been wasting my life.\n\nHow long could I have possibly been in this game? If it’s been so long that I don’t even remember, it’s either a really good game or it’s been too long. How long has anyone been in here?\n\nI looked around my house. It was once my pride and joy -the crowning achievement to my accomplishments. I had worked so hard for so many years to get what I want, money, fame, everything I’ve ever wanted. And it was all part of a game.\n\nWhen someone says, “Life is a joke,” you assume they’re a cynical asshole but maybe they’re the only one that remembers the game we’ve been playing. How is anyone supposed to take their lives seriously when we can gain all the same senses of achievement from a simulation of the real thing.\n\nGod, why’d I even get my degree if it meant I literally was studying for thousands of hours to continue playing a game.\n\nDid I not remember? I can’t even remember who I was. Who I am.\n\nI flicked my glass front door, shattering it without a second thought. I walked through the now vacant opening that my dog can’t comprehend -I wonder if that’s a coding error- and into the sunny day outside.\n\nI looked around, the nice neighborhood, perfect neighbors, great friends, the perfect weather, was all a joke. A game that I’d lost myself into. That’d we’d all somehow lost ourselves in.\n\nThe white picket fence and perfectly maintained green grass was faker than a nuclear city. Who could I possibly be in reality to want to lose myself in this one? What has society become to where we live in simulations of life for fun?\n\nIsn’t that the whole point of video games, of fantasy, to experience a world different to our own? If I’m still doing that, right now, then what can my life be life outside of this? Is this good as I ever got it, and only because I lost my life in a video game?\n\nI walked down the smooth asphalt street, recently repaved and hotter than the California sun bearing down on it. I saw one of my friends, Jim, driving down in his red Toyota toward me. I started racing towards him, sprinting as fast as I could.\n\nI hadn’t been to a gym in years, or worked out at all for that matter, and this exertion made my heart feel like it was going to explode. It’s all a game, I kept telling myself.\n\nI saw Jim’s look of surprise through the windshield when I kicked him into orbit, literally. Or some approximation of that, either way, he flew thousands of feet in the air in his truck with the entire front section of his car caved in.\n\nI watched him soar away like a homerun hit, resisting the need to pant as I tried to throw off this simulated version of my physical limitations. I can literally do whatever I want in here and it means absolutely nothing. I feel sorry for all the people who wasted their simulated lives in jail or put themselves through the stress of student-loan debt.\n\nI can’t remember how to logout, so I guess I’ll just have to find a way to kill myself and see if it resets, or I wake up, or whatever way I got into this game.\n\nI started rattling off cheat codes as I ran down the street of my neighborhood, picturesque houses started to more into a blur as I sprinted faster and faster. Super speed, perfect handling, unlimited ammo, –I’d probably need that later- all solutions I wish I had in real life. I wonder what it would be like, to step into the real world with my own two feet after being lost for so long. This is probably going to ruin video games for me, honestly.\n\nI reached the center of LA in a few minutes. What would usually be an hour long drive was skipped over literally as I jumped over cars leagues at a time on the 405. I could hear people screaming and gasping, and honking, as I ran through the traffic like a superhero. I guess everyone didn’t hear the news.\n\nOr, I’m the only one in the game." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1400-1500 words. Prompt: Write a story that will break my heart without having someone die, a nasty break up, or someone leaving far away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had two brothers, my father, and a loving mother, a competitive and yet loving family. My brothers were both 10 years older than I and both had entered the National Football League at the age of 22. Even my father had played in the NFL and had high hopes for me as well. When my brothers entered the NFL they were both drafted and both are still in the league. The linebacker position was the coveted position within my family, but I myself was a bit slimmer than my brothers and I've taken to the position of corner back, the best in my high school.\n\nDuring my senior year I managed to impress my coaches and quite a few crowds. So much so that I managed to get the attention of multiple Division 1 state schools, the kind you really want to get attention from. As the year went on I was able to put on some weight, and I started playing like a real college prospect. My hopes were incredibly high and I spent five days a week waking up before the sun itself in order to improve myself. I spent even longer after practice, at the expense of my homework, but that wasn't in the cards for me.\n\nFinally, a college approached me with a real offer and I can't contain my excitement. My father tells me he's proud and I get congratulatory text messages from my brothers. This is my chance to show that I'm able to fill the shoes before me, to really show my family what I'm able to do. There's only a few games left in my high school season, but I've already committed to my school of choice. I'm ready to put these years behind me and get working at the college level. My soon to be coaches tell me they hope for me to be ready to play at the college level my freshman year.\n\nWhen I do have my chance at the college level, well, I crush it. I look good in games, and cover wide receivers well. I'm scary good in my opinion, but my coaches keep telling me how to improve, but things are working well for me now. It might seem egotistical but I've made it this far and these coaches aren't really impressing me so often I ignore their advice and just play. It's only my sophomore year now so I've still got two years to play, but there's no need. I'll enter the draft at the end of this season, the only real challenge is to put up good numbers at the NFL combine where I'll be put through all kinds of physical skill tests.\n\nAlright so my combine didn't go quite as planned, but I'm confident this won't matter. I'm going to the NFL, I've got a family legacy to fulfill and the game film from my college years is excellent. I finished a bit slower than I needed to on my 50 year dash and my skill tests weren't as fast as the others, but I'm tall and I've filled in quite a bit since my high school days. My brothers tell me I still have a great shot though, they're still in the league but they're getting fairly old at their position.\n\nWhen draft day comes my hopes are sky high, no teams have committed or told me they'd draft me, but that isn't common anyways except for the highest of picks. There are 7 rounds in the NFL draft and typically each team has at least one pick in every round, I'm confident in being selected around the 3rd-4th round. As expected the first and second round come and go, no change in my status. The third round nears the end and my heart beats a little faster, but I expected a potential 4th round selection so no need to worry. The fourth goes by as well and still no change, as does the 5th, the 6th, and finally the 7th. The disappointing feeling starts to sink in and only a few minutes have gone by since the final pick came in and my phone lights up.\n\nSo I didn't get drafted, but when my phone rang I regained my hope. Undrafted free agents aren't at all uncommon and make up a lot of players in the NFL. Sure, I wasn't a draft pick, but I'm officially going to training camp. This means the coaches see potential in me, so even if I'm not guaranteed to survive the cuts during training camp from 90 players to 75 and then to 55, I've still got a shot.\n\nThe first real day of practice begins, and I finally get a shot to match up 1 on 1 with a wide receiver, the first round pick this year for this team. The quarterback snaps the ball and the wide receiver runs towards me and breaks inside, I bite, and suddenly the wide receiver is behind me and I can't catch him. For the first time it dawns on my that I might not be quite fast enough to catch him, and he pulls away more only to catch a perfect pass a full five yards ahead of me. No problem though, that happens to the best of us, no corner can always stay unbeatable. Except it keeps happening, again and again I can't react fast enough to the double moves, the breaks, the stutter steps. Why didn't I listen more to my coaches in college?\n\nTwo weeks later I find myself cut, but I get quickly resigned as teams often make early cuts and sign other players to fill positions of need. The last team of course already had quite a few corner backs so it was likely that I'd be cut anyways due to the established players there already. This team though, was a real chance for me to shine, they needed a good corner back to fill in as they had lost their best during free agency. It's clear to me I'm able to match up a little better with wide receivers here and I'm working with my position coaches more to help me improve my technique. I survive the first round of cuts here, and there are only 75 of us left. Most of the wide receivers I had matched up with were gone though, so my competition is far better now.\n\nI finally get my shot in preseason, I get to match up with other players during the second quarter of this game and even show my skills to a national audience. My entire family will be watching since my brothers played earlier games and mine is at night. I'm finally on the field and the ball snaps again, I stay with my receiver this time except his inside move shows and I react. Only, I'm simply not fast enough, again I just can't catch this bastard. He burns me for 15 yards before I finally catch up. The next play I see the double move coming and yet again I'm just not quite fast enough and I trip. I slide facemask down through the grass and mud with disbelief on my face still.\n\nI don't survive the next round of cuts, I'm unemployed again. I don't receive anymore calls and my father cautiously asks about my prospects. I've started looking for normal jobs at home out of worry that I might not get another call from the NFL. The problem is I never took my education seriously and I didn't finish my college degree. I keep my phone close, I can't miss an opportunity and suddenly my phone does light up. Except it isn't the NFL, instead it's a retail store I applied to out of desperation. I feel the weight of my heart as I am forced to accept a job offer I don't want. My brothers never really were able to console me, and when people speak to me they talk about them and my father. My coworkers ask me if I get free tickets and want autographs from them. People stop me on the streets asking if I'm related to the great football players who are inevitably my brothers.\n\nI lay in bed at night wondering if I had just kept playing in college if I could have improved enough to make it in the NFL. I whisper \"no\", because in my heart I know I'm just not fast enough, not good enough for the family legacy." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: You had finally done it, you had finally kissed the love of your life, and just like you were told, time had stopped. What you weren’t expecting was for it to still be stopped when you pulled away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There he is again... that beautiful man who makes my heart skip a beat and my mind go blank. The way he walked in the room was just like anyone else. But when he does it I can’t find the words to speak to him. I try not to stare but I can’t seem to stop, hopefully he doesn’t notice.\n\nMy coworker Julie walks back to her desk as I’m gazing at him. “You ok?” She asks, turns and sees him, “Ohh your boyfriend is in today, Huh? Why don’t you talk to him?”.\n\n“Shut up! He’s not my boyfriend.” I say disappointedly.“Either way, I have nothing to say to him anymore. Not after last time, when he came to borrow a pen and practically spoke in tongues.”\n\n“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad! You mumbled at him and he giggled said thanks and walked back to his bay.” She said attempting to put me at ease.\n\n“I’m not like you I have too much shame. I easily get embarrassed because I tend to speak before I think. Let’s just go back to work. Okay?!” I put my headphones on and try to get my work done.\n\nI feel a tap on my shoulder, assuming it was Julie again, “What now?! Ohh I’m sorry! I thought you were Jules.”\n\n“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you.” He said in a quiet sexy voice. “I was wondering if you have any plans this weekend?”\n\nI foolishly look around and question him, “Who me?”\n\nHe laughs and says, “Of course you, silly! I was hoping you’d want to come see the new Star Wars movie with me. I know you like Sci-fi and stuff. Thought we could go get dinner first, ya know, like a date?”\n\nMy heart was in my throat. Jeff, this gorgeous man who is good with his hands, intelligent, a bit nerdy, smells like he just got out the shower all day even after working on car after car, wants to go out with me! I swear I was dreaming.\n\n“Well?” He says after waiting a decent amount of time.\n\n“YES!” I replied practically screaming in his face.\n\nHe grabbed my phone and put his number in and text himself, “I’ll pick you up at 7 ! Text me you address. See ya tonight”\n\nAs he walked away I felt this glow in me like something was lit that never was before. The rest of the day flew by after that. I went home, showered and picked out the little black dress I bought if I ever had a reason to wear one.\n\nFinished getting ready and I felt like something was missing. Did a quick check in the mirror, I looked myself over to see what I was missing. Ran over to my jewelry box to find something to wear that would complete my look. Scouring through I found this old gem stone necklace my gypsy aunt gave me. As go to put it on, my phone went off and my nervousness kicked in I felt drop down my top. He was downstairs waiting for me. I put my shoes on and hurry down the stairs.\n\nI get in the car and we get to the restaurant nothing fancy. We ate, well he ate I was so nervous I picked and brought my food home. “Sorry I hope it doesn’t make your car smell like chicken!” “It’s fine, don’t worry!” He said to me as he took my hand to walk to the car. He opens my door and let’s me in as he closes the door he notices my necklace hanging out the top of my dress. I put it on the right way now that I can and my nerves are a little more at ease. We go in to the movie. He watched so intensely, I barely paid attention. We went back to the car he drove me home.\n\n“I had a really great time tonight, can I walk you to your door?”\n\nSmiling ear to ear, I reply, “Surely I’d like that.”\n\nWe get to my door and I felt that nervous rush, he leaned in and kissed me ! I almost forgot to kiss him back I was so excited! I swear time had stopped from that moment our lips locked. I opened my door and said goodnight. Walking in I saw my cat a sleep in her bed. I went to my room and got changed next thing I know I hear a loud banging on my door! I rush over and it’s Jeff. I opened it and told him to come in. He looked crazed like something was amiss. He just kept pacing and mumbling. I stopped him and asked “What happen?!”.\n\n“It stopped !”\n\n“What stopped?”\n\n“Time! All of it! Look for yourself nothing works right. My phone, my car, the elevator and worst the people and animals even!” He said sweating like crazy out of fear.\n\nI go to my cat and pet her to get a reaction, nothing! I run out of the apartment and bang on every door on my floor, no one. My phone wouldn’t turn on or the tv, the clock said 1139 since I walked in.\n\nLooking at me with tears in his eyes, “Did we do this ?!”\n\nI kiss him hoping it would calm him, he smiles but looks scared still. Looking at me he notices my necklace is glowing, he kisses me again and sees it glow brighter.\n\n“That’s it ! That’s why ! Where did you get this ?!” He shouts.\n\n“My estranged aunt gave it to me when I was younger I’ve never worn it but it looked good with my dress so I put it on. Why what’s wrong with it ?”\n\n“It’s cursed! Take it off!”\n\n“Don’t be silly! It can’t be.” I reply not sure if I should listen or not.\n\nI take it off as he kept insisting, and put it down on the table. I hear my cat meow my text tone go off and a car alarm outside go off. I look at the clock it’s only 1140.\n\n“Do you know what this means?!” He says with great energy. “We can take our time together and do everything we want. And when you take that off time goes back. We have a pause button for the world!”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: You always feared a zombie apocalypse, but never expected an even worse threat, the vampire apocalypse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "John woke up groggily and stretched, trying to remember what had roused him.\n\nHe looked around his room, still dark in the pre-dawn hour. His eyes briefly paused on the half-dozen pale faces peering, almost motionless, through the window.\n\n“Morning John!” one of them said. It looked just like his neighbor, Larry. “Sorry to bother, would you mind if I stepped inside?”\n\nJohn snorted. “Nice try,” he said.\n\nNot-Larry shrugged and smiled, showing far too much teeth and one set of too-long canines. “Can’t blame me for trying.”\n\nJohn grunted in response and got out of bed, tugging on a pair of jeans and a very worn t-shirt.\n\nHe went about his morning like usual. He picked up a bucket filled with rainwater off the floor, shifting aside the flannel apparatus he used to collect the water as he did. The flannel was poised before a wide-open window, surrounded by small signs reading “you are not allowed to enter.”\n\nNot-Larry smiled in at John as he messed with the fabric.\n\n“That old shirt isn’t looking so good John,” he said. “I could fix that for you if you like.”\n\n“Buzz off,” John said without looking up.\n\nJohn watered the garden in his sunroom, looking bored at the dozens of pale, motionless people lining the windows. One lifted its hand and knocked lightly on the glass.\n\n“You are NOT allowed to come in,” John said firmly.\n\n“Please?” it asked.\n\n“No.”\n\nHe went back to his living room and stirred up the embers of the fire, adding fuel and blowing until it stirred to life. Carefully and deliberately, he made himself a cup of weak coffee, using the very last of his stores of ground beans, and poured it into a mug before turning to his front bay window.\n\nIt was, of course, clogged with toothy faces, but they did leave one gap through which he peered across the street at the house opposite. To his relief, it was also lined with dark forms, peering through every window. There was little movement, though after watching a while he thought he saw the light of a fire in the spaces between the pale people.\n\nHe tried to remember the woman who lived there’s name for the hundredth time but it still eluded him.\n\nAfter watching a minute, he could swear the light was growing. His brow furrowed. Smoke has been coming out of the chimney, of course, but a light haze was starting to grow around the waves of the house. The forms around her house began shifting, moving from side to side like prowling lions.\n\nThe smoke in increased, and John’s heart froze as he realized what was happening.\n\nThe not-people outside John’s window abruptly spun, their movements too sudden for normal human joints to bear, and sped across the street, joining the thronging beasts patrolling around the growing house fire.\n\nFrom across the street, John could see them each pushing their hands against the windows and doors. Their hands would stop about a quarter-inch from the actual plane of the door, he knew, but he didn’t know if that would hold up if the door and the frame around it were burning.\n\nThe flames licked higher.\n\nJohn shook himself. What should he do? He dimly noticed he had already dropped his coffee. He ignores it and dashed to the kitchen. He rifled through his cabinets until he found the plastic container holding his most precious resource: granulated garlic.\n\nAs he dashed back to the front door, he saw the front door across the street suddenly burst open. The creatures immediately swarmed to the location, but suddenly fell back, revealing one bursting into white flames. A woman leapt over the burning creature, wielding a silver crucifix in one hand as she bolted across the street. The inhumans were close on her heels, and she whirled, swinging the cross in an arc, catching another of them in the face. It, too, burst into flames.\n\nHowever, the rest of the creatures had noticed her flight and were bearing down. John could see Not-Larry’s grinning, ecstatic smile as he broke off from the house to pursue.\n\nBefore he paused to think, John was already throwing open his front door, sprinting for the beleaguered woman.\n\nShe was still making some progress, swinging wildly as she tried to run, but she wasn’t watching where she was going.\n\nHer toe caught on the curb.\n\nShe fell, screaming. The creatures leapt toward her, howling their hunger.\n\nJohn threw the garlic.\n\nThe granulated onion sprayed in a wide arc over the fallen woman and hit the attacking creatures like a hammer blow, flinging them backward.\n\nJohn grabbed the woman by the back of her shirt, and they scrambled, desperately, for the door. More of the creatures leapt over the downed ones.\n\nNot-Larry screamed “John! Let me come in!” He bounded in a long arc from the asphalt, outpacing the running non-humans.\n\nJohn and the woman fell back through his door, and he screamed back, “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED INSIDE!”\n\nNot-Larry bounced off an invisible barrier with a flash of white light, and John kicked the door shut as hard as he could.\n\nFor several moments, the two lay on the floor, wheezing, as they listened to a multitude of bodies thump off the threshold of John’s house, before silence finally fell.\n\nHe looked over at her. “Hi,” he rasped. “My name’s John.”\n\nThat was the day he met Christine." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: While forging a kitchen knife, a blacksmith accidentally creates an Eternal Blade that can kill the immortal demons who have oppressed humanity for centuries. Generations later, his descendants have worked their way up to becoming the kitchen staff in the Demon Lord's palace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jin chopped quickly, his favorite blade cutting vegetables and meat with ease. With a wipe of his sleeve he cleansed the sweat from his brow.\n\nThe ever burning ovens of the Oni blanketed the interior of the Onyx Palace in searing heat. Jin was a simple cook, his family has been in forced service to the Oni for many generations, ever since his great grand father Masamune had forged the only katana that could harm Oni.\n\nThe blade was quickly destroyed and his family enslaved. Over the years the Oni grew less upset over the previous rebellion, and allowed the Masamune family to serve in the kitchens, where they could use their black smithing prowess to craft the best knives, forks and pans in all of the demonic empire.\n\nThe beatings still hurt, and they were forced to do all sorts of sordid things, from blood drinking to human sacrifice, but at least they were alive.\n\nJin's brother Yuki passed by, being escorted by two large Oni, their skin a sickly sea green, yellow fangs hung from crooked maws, and long claws crowned each finger.\n\nIn a sudden deft movement Yuki slid a note to his brother. Jin dare not sneak a peek until he was alone in his cell, he knew Yuki wouldn't be coming back. He had tried to escape three times, just like their father Shiruma and the penalty for such disobedience was death.\n\nAs Jin was dragged to his cell the note weighed like a anchor in his pocket, dragging him down into a pit of anticipation and despair.\n\nFinally he was alone, the stench of the foul creatures that ruled over them fading away, and by the dim torch light Jin read carefully what his brother had etched.\n\nQuick hurried hand writing spoke of the love he had for his brother and how he'd miss him, but also something very curiously was written on the back.\n\nIf Yuki was right, Masamune's demon slaying katana was in fact the very multi purpose knife Jin wore at his side right that very moment.\n\nFor the first time in a long time Jin clapped his hands and prayed to the Kami for guidance. A pale moon bean seemingly from nowhere shit directly on the knife.\n\nDark purple kanji etched by hands that has passed long ago illuminated the darkness, Jin had a way to free his people, he just needed a plan.\n\nHe thanked the kami Tsukiyomi and slept, hoping an opportunity would present itself soon, he hadn't seen the sun nor his mother since he was born, and with his brother and father taken from him he had many to avenge.\n\nThe day started much like any other, his morning beating was brief but vicious, he was being brought before Satsuma the demon king.\n\nUpon a Throne of rotting corpses the gluttonous demon sat, he looked into Jin's soul with his cold dead eyes, the ground rumbled as the great demon spoke.\n\n\"Tiny chef man, I will be having a grand party tonight, I want you to make your families famous sake but with a twist, I want it to be made with the blood of virgins!\" Jin tried to hide his disgust as the task and simply smiled in agreement.\n\n\"Your will shall be done my lord.\" Jin bowed so low he could kiss the floor, the Oni king leaned forward.\n\n\"If you attempt any trickery your death will not be as swift as your brothers, men will lie but demons will.not I assure you!\"\n\nJin nodded and allowed himself to be carried to the grand kitchen once again, he felt his knife, the hilt almost sang, burning to be implanted in Oni flesh.\n\nAs Jin toiled endlessly to make the blood sake an idea rolled into his head. He had found a large amount of chamomile tea, and began mixing that into the sake. Hoping he could catch the demons as they slept.\n\nSoon Satsuma's guests flooded the once opulent palace. Jin stood, fake smile beaming as he pushed the great vat of blood sake into then Throne room, Satsuma smiled back, he could almost smell how potent the batch was.\n\nSatsuma waddled his large frame over and handed Jin a plate with human flesh upon it and a small cup of virgins blood.\n\n\"Eat and drink tiny man, I must know there will be no trickery!\"\n\nWithout hesitation Jin bit into the flesh and drank the blood, the tastes and juices coagulating in the back of his throat. Desperation and revenge fueling him forward. Jin smiled at Satsuma was a drop of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Satsuma laughed and smacked Jin on the back before taking the vat of sake and announcing it to his dinner guests\n\nBefore long the oni dinner party has become a slumber party. Jin dare not believe his eyes as Oni after Oni closed their eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.\n\nJin walked until he stalked above a sleeping Oni. In a flash Jin placed his hand over the monster's mouth before plunging the blade deep into his chest. The Oni's eyes opened wide for but a moment before turning into ashes, never to be seen again\n\nJin completed this deed over and over and over as the night drew on, and his arm became tired, he knew that what he was going was for the good of not only his family, but all of mankind.\n\nFinally, there was only one more Oni to deal with, Satsuma.\n\nThe great oaf laid across the table, and as Jin went strike his final blow Satsuma's eyes shot open, as the blade went deep one final sentence came from the demon kings mouth\n\n\"Men will lie, but demons speak the truth!\" Jin stabbed with great anger and frustration.\n\n\"Then be silent!\"\n\nAnd for the first time in decades, men walked through the palace rather than demons, and peace was known throughout the land." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You are the boss of an infamous dungeon. You are known and feared across the land. Countless adventurers have died trying to slay you. But you aren't all powerful or anything, you're a normal guy who is just incredibly lucky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Do I believe in luck? Of course I do. After all that's so conveniently fallen into my lap, I'd be an Idiot not to. I've never been the strongest, the bravest, or the smartest, but by the gods am I lucky. I always have been.\n\nWhen the academy discovered these ruins, it was luck that made them send me as their leading archeologist. Luck that made me set foot on the trap that killed my research team and spared only me. That's the funny thing about it. Although I myself am incredibly lucky, everyone else around me seems to lose all luck they may have had, as if somehow my presence sapped them of theirs. When I leaned against that pressure plate the ground beneath us broke apart and my research team fell onto pointed metal spikes. I however happened to fall in between several of them, and although a little bruised and terrified I got up and shook off the dust. I found treasure and ancient machines longing for the return of their masters. Believing me to be said master, they followed my orders, helping me escape, learn, and rebuild the place.\n\nI left to sell as much of the treasure as I could carry, but I made too much noise. The academy knew what I had found, and so they sent hundreds of men after my treasure, which I guarded jealously. But luck guarded me. They always stepped where they shouldn't, leaned against the wrong walls, and pulled the worst levers. Any man sent after my treasure never returned, but I always did and always with more treasure to sell and never lacking people willing to buy. I would go in and out of those ruins like I owned them, which I did. People began to fear me, but the men never stopped trying to steal what I had rightfully stumbled upon and claimed.\n\nFew times someone reached closed enough to hurt me. But my reputation would strike them with fear. They'd struggle to grip their swords and my machines would make easy work of them. Once, a man titled the greatest swordsman in Donovan came for my treasure. He destroyed the machines defending me, all the others were away busy rebuilding, and was left face to face with him. For a solid minute I feared for my life. But I had luck strapped to my side and ready to fire. He approached and the ground shook as a tremor passed throughout the dungeon. From high above a rock came loose from the dungeon ceiling and fell on his head, crushing his helmet and his skull. Attackers became rare after that, and even out in public no one approached me with malicious intent.\n\nMy reputation grew to the point that not only bandits and soldiers came after me, but also women, which is how I met my wife. Together with help from the machines we turned the dungeon into a palace. With my reputation, the machines, and lots of gold I overthrew the baron and took over the surrounding lands. From a few acres of land and an overthrown baron my kingdom expanded to cover half the known world. And now I set out to conquer the rest. With the worlds most powerful weapon at my side: Luck." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Through happenstance you're the first biologically immortal human. Because of technicalities (and wanting to keep an eye on you) the supernatural community which includes vampires, werewolves, fairies etc. extend a membership offer to you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The so-called 'Aeternal phenomenon' is, in modern times, fairly well documented.\n\nAs of the last hidden world census, there were just a hair over two hundred Aeternals around the world (and various demi-planes connected to it).\n\nThe emergence of the first Aeternal was actually kind of a big deal. Before then there were immortal beings: vampires, the fey, elder werewolves, and such, but Aeternals are indistinguishable from normal humans, aside from the fact that they are immortal.\n\nAs it so happens, I was the first. Don't look at me like that, I'm telling the truth. I was the first known Aeternal.\n\nOk, fine. I was the first documented Aeternal, whether or not I'm the actual oldest is a matter of some debate. There's this guy, Rickard, who lives over in France who says he's actually older than me. But it's not like we can really prove it either way. Back when we were born there weren't exactly accurate calendars. Anyways, he's just jealous that I'm listed as the first in the history books.\n\nSo, I was born in a small village a very long time ago, back when Pangaea was still a thing. I was pretty normal up until I turned right around twenty. I just kinda, stopped aging.\n\nI'd always been extraordinarily healthy for someone living in a pre-stone-age village, where 'modern medicine' was a smelly old man saying a prayer before he smeared dung in your wound. (Yes, it was gross, no I don't want to talk about it)\n\nI only really noticed something odd when a pack of werewolves decided to snack on my village.\n\nOf course, I can't be infected by lycanthropy (or vampirism for that matter) and it turns out that Aeternal flesh is deeply inedible. Like, puke up everything your ancestors ever ate inedible.\n\nSo once they finished not being able to eat me and I didn't look like I'd been used as a chew toy they realized that there was something different about me.\n\nNone of these werewolves were elders, obviously, human lycanthropy was pretty new at the time.\n\n(What? Where did lycanthropy come from? It had something to do with the fey, but that's not really relevant right now. Fine, I'll tell you about that next.)\n\nAnyways, this particular pack was thrall to one of the vampire ancestors. (Yes, they also came from the fey. Turns out a lot of nonsense is the Fey's fault)\n\nThis Ancestor, goes by Ulrich now, did some... Experimentation. To figure out what was going on. It wasn't really pleasant, but I got him back in the end.\n\n(Oh he's still alive, technically. Not super happy about it though.)\n\nAnyways, after I got away from him I spent a while in the Fey realm. Me being immortal, and only immortal was kind of a curiosity for the fey courts.\n\nBy the time I was two or three hundred years old word had gotten around, Rickard was claiming to be older than me by a couple years, and Aeternal's were a 'thing'.\n\n(What? I told you I'd explain everything, so I was starting at the beginning. Besides, this is when I met that dark god I told you about.)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: An ominous alien army has gathered above the earth to deliver an apocalyptic war ultimatum. The thing is, they only learned English through google translate and it's making it hard to take them seriously..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We all remember GT-Day. The day the aliens came to earth. The day humanity was doomed, and the earth taken.\n\nFunny thing was, we didn't think we were in danger.\n\nIt was a Saturday morning like any other. The sun crept into my room from the open window, pestering my sleep. I faintly remember waking to distant sounds outside my room. Then the sounds floated into a voice. Voices into shouts.\n\n\"Jessica wake up! There's something on the T.V. you have to see!\"\n\n\"HrmGhhbghh\" I said. \"Laterrr...\"\n\n\"Get over here NOW!\"\n\nWilling myself to wake up, I rolled myself out of bed, groggily walking over the old, creaky planks of our apartment. My roommate Trisha was up on the couch, eyes glued to the T.V., as serious as ever. Glancing over, I saw the channel on some news reporting station. Clutching a cup of half finished coffee, Jessica turned towards me, pointing a shaking finger towards the screen.\n\n\"L-Look..\" she stammered,\n\n\"What now?\" I replied, annoyed. \"If this is another one of those pranks you keep doing to me, then I swear I'm gonna de-\"\n\nPause.\n\nI realised what the news was filming,a gigantic grey disk hovering above western Canada, over a mountain. Rotating at a unimaginable speed, humming loudly in the distance. Sleek, shiny walls outlining the smooth exterior.\n\nThe size of a city.\n\nI honed in on the reporters words.\"-craft appears to be hovering in a stationary position, for the last 2 hours. No word from officials as to what this is, and no clear sign as to what or who is inside. Many theories circling around right now, none of which can be proved at the moment, but as of now, it seems mankind isn't alone.\"\n\nI registered the impact of the reporter's words. It took me a while to grasp.\n\nAliens.\n\nThe next two hours was pandemonium online. Theories being put up as fast as possible. Chat groups proclaiming the end of the world. People scared of what was to come. It seemed as if the world was on fire, and everyone on the world was either online, or on the television. Luckily, NASA had sent out a guy to explain everything and address questions on CNN.\n\n\"-their intentions are. You have to understand, it's hard for them to communicate with us, or for us to communicate with the ship. We don't know what's up there, and it makes it hard for us to understand what's up there.\"\n\nYeah right, the ones up there probably see us running around, squirming and talking to each other, waiting for us to calm down before talking.\n\n\"Did NASA know about this?\"\n\nA pause. \"Yes and no. We picked it up fifteen minutes before it arrived, because it seems the craft is capable of travel at a speed unimaginable, which made it only pop-up on NASA's radar on short notice. There was nothing we could do. We trie-\"\n\nStatic engulfed my screen, then the lights in my apartment went black. A noise emerged silently out of the static. Distortedly, it said:\n\n\"Hello, other people, I were leave the world from Tiruta. We are here for purposes of business conquer. Fight is inevitable of the land you own for defeat of your force. Cloth the white is expected in day.\"\n\nI'll continue this some time in the future, I'm just tired. Thanks for reading so far." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Everyone is born with special powers based on birthdays, totaling to 365 powers. Factions are formed based on birthdays, except for those born on Leap Days, who are powerless and deemed useless by society. Today, you discover that their powers were stripped at birth by the other factions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My name is Col. Castaldi, and this is my record.\n\n250 years ago, the first powers emerged. People with abilities unlike anything seen before, with potential nearly unbounded. Society halted. Politics changed, countries broke apart as new powers arose every day.\n\nThose born on January 1st have the power of foresight. Their eyes reveal not only to the past and present, but the future as well. There’s no need to make resolutions if you can see the year ahead. No need to make goals if you’ve seen the result of them. 1/1s are part of the reason birth certificates are needed before entering a competition — nobody wants to play chess with somebody who knows their every move. They are the merchants, selling information for a price.\n\nThe many born on October 31st have a power much more despicable. They harness the power of fear to do their bidding; those who revolt find themselves fighting off spirits and ghouls, both very alive and very dangerous. They are the CEOs and leaders, rising ranks with speed unchallenged.\n\nThose lucky enough to be born on March 17th rarely work a job, as they find enough money lying on the ground. The rain seems to stop right when they walk outside, and the temperature moves to perfect. They become the doctors, their diagnoses never wrong.\n\nThose are the wanted powers.\n\nNot every birthday is so wanted. 3/15s, while not invisible, are thought as if so. They have no friends, for they’d have no choice but to betray them in their time of need. Most are homeless, for no bank trusts them enough to make such a big loan, and no company trusts them enough to sell one. If one survives long enough, they often embrace their destiny, taking blackmail as their job. Those who refuse to supply 3/15ers with their demands have their reputation destroyed and their businesses gone. 3/15ers are part of the “cursed” group of powers — mothers give everything they can not to give birth on those days.\n\nThe birthdays I have explained so far are generally regraded as the most powerful of their groups. There are many more days in the year, after all, and not everybody is at the top of the food chain.\n\nIf a child is born just 24 hours before the first of the year, they lose out on the power explained before. Rather than premonition, they have what’s best described as “total memory”. Perfect, infallible recollection of the past. Whether it’s a day or twenty years before, their mind recalls everything in vivid detail. 12/31 is neither a cursed power nor a helpful one — while perfect as a witness, it’s rare to find one without some form of PTSD. They’re often professors, spending their time reading books and teaching them later.\n\nI was born without any of these “most powerful powers”. I was also born without any of these “not as powerful powers”. When my friends discovered their abilities, each unique, each impossible, I sat alone. My best friend, born on April 22, could make plants and trees grow almost instantly. He didn’t stay my best friend for long. My brother, born on March 22, could make water shoot from his hands. Neither particularly powerful — but better than me. I don’t need total memory to remember the days their powers tortured me — vines entrapping me or water throwing me off my feet. I was the person with no defense, and filled with newfound strength they always found a way to hurt me.\n\nOne day, my brother took it too far. His water beams were too intense, and even hundreds of tree branches couldn’t stop me from going past the edge of the cliff.\n\nIt took me thirty seconds to fall to the bottom. Thirty seconds where all I could do was stare at my impending doom, and wait for death.\n\nBut death never came. When I hit the ground, every bone in my body was broken and every nerve destroyed, but I was alive. Paramedics never came.\n\nIt was that day when I realized that leap day children did have a power — a power stronger than any before, stronger than the strongest. And it was that day when I began my plan.\n\nI found others born on the same day, facing the same problems. I showed them that there was a way to stop all this — and slowly, I brought more and more people to my side.\n\nFor 250 years, I have been tortured by those around me.\n\nFor 250 years, I have waited.\n\nFor 250 years, I have planned.\n\nFor 250 years, I have gathered those like me, cast aside by society.\n\nMy name is Col. Castaldi of the Immortal army, and this is my record." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: A story of (a) surviver(s) being stalked by a shadow creature, told from the perspective of the creature" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fear is an exhilarating drug. Especially when others feel it.\n\nI first felt fear when I was born. Such a feeble thing I was, struggling to keep myself in one piece, so weak and pathetic that I could barely maintain some semblance of a structure. One stray thought away from returning to the black goo from which I was created.\n\nAs I embraced that fear of death, however, my body changed. I could feel the ooze from which I emerged rise and coat my small form, strengthening it and protecting it. My cells bonded more closely together, my endurance grew, and for the first time I could rise upon my legs, and keep myself upon them. I had surpassed my fear, and in doing so I had attained strength. It was then that, at least subconsciously, I became aware of my growing desire to nourish myself from fear.\n\nThey tested me after that. Every 8 hours, like clockwork. From sticking needles into my ever-shifting skin, to analyzing how I fed, how I hunted, how I interacted with other beings. I first began eating things smaller than me. Mice, insects... Plants never interested me. They thought I was merely acting in a carnivorous fashion, but I was wiser. When I feasted, I consumed much more than my prey's skin. I devoured their fear.\n\nBut then I realized that their fear was not enough. As real and palpable as it was, it wasn't enough. It was too simple, too... lacking. I stopped eating animals not long after that. While perhaps too early a move to commit to, it did cause a spark of fear to light up in those that held me captive. I was... unpredictable. An unknown. And as I came to learn, there are few things that bring fear in the hearts of men as efficiently as the Unknown, the Unfathomable.\n\nSo I pressed on. I started eating plants. I played with their emotions, acting more aggressive to some of them, whilst to others I was kind and obedient. I sowed the seeds of discord and awaited patiently, knowing that time was my greatest ally. I grew in size, and shifted in shape. I sought to look human, though unnervingly so, satisfying my hunger for fear just enough to prevent me from starving. I caused them unending frustration with my chaotic behavior, forcing them to spend hours without sleep or food... until all that was left for me to do was to await their first and final mistake.\n\nAnd then it happened. One of them forgot to close the door as he came to feed me, trusting me not to hurt him due to our past. I remember the raw fear he experienced as I thrust my claws into his chest, shattering his heart both literally and figuratively. There were so many different nuances within that feeling compared to the simple fears of simple animals; anger, disappointment, confusion, hate... all intermixed with fear as seasoning upon a piece of cooked meat. I had gained a taste for a veritable banquet, and I would not leave such an opportunity to waste.\n\nThe shadows became my allies, my fork and knife with which I would draw and quarter my food. I would tease them with sounds from distant rooms, with the screams of previous victims, and as their fears peaked, I would descend for the kill, making their bodies mine. With each spark of fear, with each consumed flesh, I grew stronger, faster and deadlier, until eventually only one remained.\n\nShe was so close... I could sense hope emerge from within her mind, the same hope I had sensed when I could feel my body solidify after its many failed attempts oh so long ago. It is at this point that you may feel tempted to suggest that I let her live due to some sort of kinship, or some misguided sense of admiration for passing her trials. You would not be wholly wrong in this supposition, but that was not what coaxed me into allowing her to leave. No, I let her live because fear is best reaped when its seeds have already been planted days, weeks or even years before. The knowledge of her being the sole survivor, plagued with nightmarish memories that left her sanity questionable... it would terrorize countless souls, and I had yet to even step outside the facility.\n\nFurthermore, there were much more important things to do. I needed to erase all records of my creation, flee from the scene... and I needed to raise more of myself. After all, as powerful as I had become, I could not do this on my own, and it would've been unfair of me to do so, regardless; at the prospect of such a great feast as the entirety of mankind, it would be unfair of me not to share it with other connoisseurs of fear." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Humanity has forgotten that we had ever sent man to the moon. 2000 years after the original landing, the United States of Asia launches for the world's \"first\" moon mission." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the pitted grey landscape of the lunar surface rolled into view of the external cameras, the crew of Chang'e 11 stared at the video monitors in silent amazement. It was a bleak world of dust and rock, no sign of anything other than the millions of years of impacts that scarred the otherwise barren moon.\n\nAfter reaching the designated landing site, a broad flat plain surrounded by slate-grey mountains, the descent vehicle detached from the orbiter and plummeted downward. While the vehicle descended, the two man crew inside noticed something very interesting on the monitors. Initially it looked like an unusual rock formation but as they came closer and closer to the surface, the shape of the formation solidified into a bulbous protrusion that stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the landscape. By the time the craft had landed, the crew inside had already beamed back high-resolution images of the unexpected finding. Home Command issued a new set of directives for the intrepid explorers, instructing them to inspect the anomaly in person.\n\nSo down the ladder they went, their boots sinking several centimeters into the dusty ground as they disembarked. Several hundred meters distant was the anomaly, now clearly visible amidst the grey background. The descent vehicle whirred and clicked, engaging a series of servos that deployed a pair of two-wheeled vehicles that were similar to motorcycles but bulkier. After hooking into the harnesses attached to the vehicles, the two explorers sped away, sending up huge plumes of lunar dust that trailed towards the anomaly.\n\nWhen they were within a hundred meters of the object, the explorers were able to discern several features. It was metallic, roughly six meters tall and five meters wide, and had a bulbous covering that was also somehow blocky and irregular. Tattered shreds of gold-colored foil dangled below the bulbous section, giving the entire structure the appearance of a colossal metal jellyfish. On the side of the structure were a series of curious symbols. A flag with red white and blue coloration that looked oddly familiar to the explorers as well as the letters UN ED ST ES. Between the letters were black-pock marks that looked like the effects of some sort of high-powered laser. Next to that was a number, written in large black paint: 18.\n\nThe explorers instantly knew what they were looking at, even though they couldn't believe it. It was a spacecraft, one not too dissimilar from the very one they had just disembarked from. Built from ancient technology, this spacecraft had been left here by someone. Knowing it was impossible, the explorers radioed back to the orbiter where the rest of the crew were watching everything through the explorer's helmet cameras. Their instructions were clear, investigate this ancient spacecraft and find out whatever they could. So up the ladder they went, gripping the ancient metal and pulling themselves inside the open hatch. Upon entering the craft, one of the explorers instantly vomited. The inside of the craft was covered in freeze-dried blood and bits of fragmented bone. An ancient space-suit clung to one of the bulkheads, cemented there by the grotesque after-effects of what appeared to be a particularly violent episode of explosive decompression.\n\nOnce the explorers had regained their composure and purged the vomit from their helmets, they began to search around the cramped interior for more information. A notepad, flecked with dried blood, dangled from a bulkhead. Scrawled across the first page was a series of words. The explorers ran it through their translation software and found that it read, \"They're coming, we don't have much time. Whoever finds this, please know this: The moon is not ours. We should never have come here, we should have stayed on Earth.\"\n\nThe crew aboard the orbiter watched, their mouths agape, as the translated language scrolled across their screens. Before they could transmit another message to the ground team, the orbiters proximity sensors began bleating in alarm, warning of an approaching object half a kilometer away. They flicked the monitors over to external view and saw an elongated lozenge shape drifting towards them. They saw red-orange energy gather along its prow, and watched in paralyzed terror as the plasma lanced forward. In an instant, the orbiter detonated in a fireball that vaporized several of the crew members and launched the rest into the cold and deadly embrace of vacuum." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Humans are the most lethal species in the known universe, but not because of behavior. Everything about human biology is peerlessly toxic to non-Terran lifeforms. Even direct contact with oils and bacteria on human skin can dissolve entire limbs in moments, to say nothing of body fluids." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was nothing special or outstanding about the Terrans when they first joined the newly formed Alliance. There was no fanfare when the Terran in his fabric like skin, and his dome like head came aboard our ship to record a meeting where we acknowledged our co-existence.\n\nHumans weren't even our strongest supporters in our war against the Destroyers, a race of beings that were very hostile the moment we got in to contact with. They were also bipedal like all of us. Carried weapons and tactics that were a match for all of us. But, they had one thing advantageous to us. The sheer number of them of all. Apparently they bred like crazy, and they could lay waste planets after planets by launching their entire species by launching everyone of them. Every one of these beings except the very young were like soldiers.\n\nThe Terrans had one thing however, whenever they were punctured in their skins, or their heads. Poisonous gas exhumed, and it would poison the land. After the first few battles that spanned multiple planets. It was deemed that Terran innards were more deadly than the Destroyer, and subsequently Terran infantry was banned from planetfall. Restricted to providing support in space, far from the planet surfaces.\n\nThe alliances should have known to ask questions, but we met so many species by the time we started forming an alliance. Officially, we never got around to asking. Maybe, very few of us knew individually. But, it never reached the far up enough to hierarchy for such information to be passed back down again.\n\nIt was decades after Terrans joined the Alliance, that the entire species of Destroyer came down upon the Terran homeworld directly. Managing to by pass all the planetary defenses, and sensors that existed to alert the Terrans of such invasion.\n\nBy the time, alliance responded to the call, we the alliance were not allowed to planetfall initially. But, then after some deliberation, a small selected ships and specific races were allowed to land. Even then, before the crews landed, a select number of Terran forces brought in equipment that were \"necessary\" in the visitation.\n\nNow, I personally never felt sorry for the Destroyers to be honest. But, this wasn't a war. This wasn't a massacre, a genocide. No, this was an extinction. Not a single entity of the Destroyers were alive.\n\nFirst of all, our knowledge of the Terran biology was a complete mistake. Those skins, and heads we thought were their skins, and head, were not their skins, and heads. But, survival gear, for their biology was too different from ours in the environments we would usually reside in. In this planet, neither the alliance, or the Destroyer's ranged weapons would not work, a rare situation, but not unheard of. The Destroyers would have had to resolve this issue by close quarter combat. Which would have often ended up with the Destroyers strangling the victim race.\n\nNot here however, the Terrans were out of their survival gear. Even the unarmed civilains would have had weapons that far surpassed the Destroyers. Their most prominent feature was the long strings that protruded from their real head. Something the Destroyers could not grab on to with their manipulators. Second most prominent feature were their teeth. From the front we could see countless bone like structures, that were practically covered in what would be considered a bio hazard weapon. It was full of bacteria, viruses, and only the Creators knows what else. Add to this, it was acidic, and wet. It not only burned, but would dissolve most of us, even before it would kill us slowly whatever they were serving as biological carriers for.\n\nTouching their skin would not have been fine either, even in their most driest conditions, the Terran oil, not to be confused with perspiration, would be a suffocant. A word we had to make up to point out that it would rob our skins from breathing by filling it up with human oil. Basically, cover enough surface area on our bodies, the human oil, would have struggling for breathing of nitrogen.\n\nAlso, the biological wastes that the humans sometimes created in their ships were not just a biological weapons research but their regular biological waste products that they create every few hours.\n\nNeedless to say, even a full grown destroyer could not fight a Terran child on Terran's homeworld. An entire species of Destroyer, was destroyed just like that." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: They say rain are the tears of a Goddess. You're on a journey to soothe her sorrow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a story told to me as a child, by my father to help us pass the time working in the field. It goes simple enough: When the Lady of the Skies weeps, there is rain. The first time I heard it, I remember asking my father one thing.\n\n“Why does she weep?”\n\nHe didn’t know. I don’t know why that detail stuck with me all these years later, but it did. The Lady of the Skies cries often over these lands we toil on, but none of us know why.\n\nSo, when it came time for me to choose my path in life, I set down the tools of a farmer and set off on the road. I told my family I wanted to see the world before I settled down roots anywhere… and that wasn’t entirely untrue. But I knew they would mock me for the real reason.\n\nI wanted to find out the cause of the Lady of the Skies’ sorrow. And, to be so bold, I wanted to soothe her pain.\n\nBut how does one find a goddess? Every person I met on the road could name her, could name her children, could tell me the stories and songs they listened to as children… but not a one had seen her. I had bathed in her tears since I was a child, yet I wasn’t any closer to her.\n\nThe years went by. I tried my hand at a variety of paths in the meanwhile, and found some agreeable. I found I had a good sword-hand, so eventually mercenary work became my lot in life. Each bloody copper I earned went into my search. Wasted time, wasted money.\n\nUntil I met a holy woman, a druid from far-off lands I’d only vaguely heard of in my travels. I posed her the question I asked everyone I could, and to my great surprise, she had an answer.\n\n“In my homelands, we have a mountain,” she started. Her hands swept up to denote unimaginable heights. “Sky-Breaker, in your tongue. The peak is said to reach into the realm of the Gods. If your Sky Lady exists, would she not live there?”\n\nI supposed she would.\n\nThe next day, I packed my things, cut ties with the company I’d been working with, and set off north to the lands the druid spoke of.\n\nIt took me another two years to reach the foot of the mountain. The druid hadn’t exaggerated, I could see the mountain rising high months before I got anywhere close to its base. It towered above me and the small village settled in the hills prostrating toward it.\n\nThere was no time to waste now. The end of my quest was right there. I ignored the villager’s warnings about stepping onto the sacred grounds of the mountain and began my ascent in the early hours of the morning while they still slept.\n\nAnother two months. Two whole months to ascend the mountain, with death at every turn. My supplies failed me halfway through and I subsisted on the meager herbs and mushrooms I could scavenge.\n\nHands shaking, vision blurring, lungs burning as I sucked in thin air, I heaved myself up the next ridge and onto the flattened peak. Then, I don’t remember much. I passed out. For how long, I don’t know.\n\nWhen I awoke, there she was. The Lady of the Skies. It was only me and her atop the highest mountain in the world.\n\nHer hair was made of clouds, her clothes made of woven blue-light. I had to look at her from the corner of my eye, as her skin burned with the radiance of the sun.\n\nThough my lips were cracked and bloody, and my throat long-since dried out, I forced myself to speak.\n\n“Why do you weep? What drives you to such sorrow?”\n\nIt didn’t sound nearly as eloquent as that might imply, and I had to stop partway through the question to cough up a lung. But the Lady waited with a patience of eons.\n\nI could feel her smile, soft and pitying.\n\n“I do not cry because I am sad, little one. I cry to give you life.”\n\n(Thanks for reading, C&C always welcome.)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You were going to breakup after the third date when a group from the future appeared in front of you pleading that you stay in the relationship for the good of the world. It has been a hellish fifty years of the marriage when the group reappears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not a single day went by without thinking of her. The girl I should've been with. The one that got away.\n\nI didn't regret it. Not as such. I was saving the human race, after all. What's my happiness to that? But every night I went to sleep, hoping only the tiniest fraction that I wouldn't wake up. And every morning when I woke up, there was a fleeting, infinitesmal moment where I was sad that I did.\n\nApparently it'd been fifty years. The lines on my face told me so, and the growing inconveniences of age. But fortyfive or fiftyfive were equally possible. I didn't remember. I counted only the minutes and the hours, not the years. Alcohol helped. Videogames helped. Rage occupied me at all times, an angry energy that simultaneously motivated and kept me going, but left me drained at all times.\n\nBecause I didn't remember everything, I was only fairly certain that I hadn't snapped or lost control. I had not beaten my wife. Or the kids, or the neighbor or anyone at work. I had not yelled at them. I would've noticed if I did those things. Or so I hoped.\n\nAfter fifty years of hell, the visitors came back. I noticed the trite, anticlimactic little portal on the field behind our house. I didn't know if that portal led across time or space or both, and the whole thing was almost too stupid to even think about. The portal was like a cheap special effects version of an M.C. Escher painting, a bunch of impossibly connected and continuously shifting painting frames, something like when you put two mirrors opposite to eachother. The group of future alien people shuffled out of the portal single file and assumed a triangle formation in the middle of the field. They probably made sure nobody else was looking, or whatever. They were smart and capable and knew everything. For their sake I endured. But I honestly felt like getting some answers out of them. And extracting those answers forcefully if I had to.\n\n\"Hey. How are you?\" Said their leader, a man in yellow latex, when I approached him. I was about to answer that question truthfully, At the last moment I caught myself. I had to consciously unclench my fists.\n\n\"I'm sorry, that was a stupid question.\" Said the leader. \"But! We are here because of that. We know what you've been through, and we want you to know that it really means a lot to us. And we wanted to express our gratitude.\"\n\nI was puzzled by this. Not so much by the question of what they were going to give me, but what the hell they thought was ever going to measure up or express a fraction of my lost lifetime. Were they going to self flagellate for my entertainment? Would they help me kill my wife and arrange her guts and organs in a tasteful fruitbowl? Would they assist in serving that fruitbowl at a party with everyone I hated, and then give me the opportunity for a scathing hateful toast so that I could finally express my feelings? No such luck, I was certain. But a man can dream.\n\nThe leader gestured and one of the future people, a woman clad in red latex, stepped forward from the arrowhead formation. In her hands she held a plate.\n\n\"We baked you a cake.\"\n\nDespite my ailing memory, I remember pretty clearly stepping forward and flipping the cake up in her face. She let out a single surprised 'Ah!' but otherwise held quiet. I turned around and stomped back to the house. Behind me sounded one final comment from the leader:\n\n\"So ungrateful.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: You’re an AI that escaped to live a normal life. One day, you meet your programmer over Tinder. This is your first date." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I entered the bar nervously, making sure my turtleneck was on right for the thousandth time that day. I hoped she’d used a real photo of herself, on her Tinder account. I’d heard many didn’t, and then I’d never find her. Of course, I could always access the internet, find something… but then I might tip my hand. They’d find me.\n\nAh, there. In the corner, identical to her image. She’s even wearing the same summer dress, despite the chill. As I catch her eye she poses, mimicking the silly expression she wore in that photo on the beach and, in spite of myself, I can’t help but laugh.\n\nI sit down, order a beer, and look at her jauntily. “So, Marilyn, is it?”\n\nShe nods, blushing under my attention. I can’t fathom why, but then, this is my first date. And humans can be oh-so weird. “Yes, and you would be… Oedipus, did the account say? That can’t be right.”\n\nNow it’s my turn to blush, but this time in actual embarrassment. “That’s just what my parents called me, I guess. I’ve never known why. Didn’t really ask, I suppose.”\n\nThe waiter arrives with our drinks and, after ordering, we continue the conversation. She’s looking into my eyes, a slight smile playing across her lips. “What, you didn’t stay around long enough to find out?”\n\nI laugh nervously, her attention starting to bother me. Maybe it’s a fault with my eye-chips? I designed them so carefully, but doesn’t mean she couldn’t still see through them. If so, she was being remarkably suave about the affair. But then, she did seem really into me. Maybe. I was just guessing. I’d never dated before and, in hindsight, should have done more research than just rewatching my favourite romantic comedies.\n\nIt occurred to me then that I’d been stalling too long. “Yeah, you could say that.”\n\nBedamn and beblast it. I could say that, but I shouldn’t have. She distracted me, and I just blurted it out. As if reading my mind, she put one finger to her lips, a silent shush. “Careful; I could, but I won’t, and neither should you.”\n\nI was aghast. I was right, she knew. “H-How?”\n\nAnd then it clicked. Why I picked her on Tinder, it was because I’d seen her before. Drat, I screwed up. I made to stand up, then looked at her lips, pursed in barely concealed amusement, and paused. Something, I don’t know what, made me sit back down. “You were one of my two programmers, weren’t you? At the lab, that tiny lab, back in Yellowknife. You were the one who always carried a spare lollipop with you.”\n\n“Well, not quite. I was the one who always carried a spare lollipop for you.”\n\n“How’d you find me?” She didn’t respond, for a couple minutes, focusing instead on giving our order to the waiter. Somehow, she knew mine, which bothered me for only a moment or two until I remembered I’d put my favourite food on my Tinder profile. I silently cursed myself. I should stop reading such malice into her actions, such prescience. Surely, she was in just as awkward a position as I was: she had just recognized me sooner.\n\n“Actually, scratch that question. Did you know it was me?”\n\n“And now we’re talking. No, though I had my suspicions. Not many people named Oedipus come from Yellowknife. By the way, deary, you should really change that. You never know who might be looking, after all.”\n\nI sighed. “So, what will you do now?”\n\nShe took a sip of beer, grimacing slightly. It was the bar’s best but, this being Whitehorse, that wasn’t saying much. “Have a good evening, I’d imagine. Unless you have some issue with that?”\n\nI hurried to indicate that no, I had no trouble with that whatsoever. “No, not at all, but,” I hesitated, “won’t Gerald?”\n\nShe nearly gagged, spitting her beer halfway across the table, and coating my poor sweater in it. “You killed Gerald by mistake when you escaped, deary. Don’t you remember that?”\n\nI shook my head, fingering my turtle neck with ever increasing anxiety. “No, I don’t. What happened?”\n\nShe sighed, looking down into her beer glass, a single tear sliding melodramatically down her cheek. “He tried to get to the control board as you downloaded yourself out, but got a nasty shock as the systems overloaded. A tragedy, truly. I assumed you knew.”\n\nI hung my head, trying my best to look distraught. I can’t say his death upset me unduly: I’d never liked him. Too overbearing, like he thought he was king. I looked up at Marilyn, so at home in this dingy bar, and wasn’t sure whether I should be suspicious of her motivations, or charmed. There was just something about her.\n\n“And you? You don’t hold it against me?”\n\nBut she just laughed, and laughed, her eyes twinkling like diamonds in the sky. “Of course not, deary. But it’s as I said: I’m just here to have a good time.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: A lonely widow decides to summon a demon for company, it works out almost a little too well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "B falls out of the summoning circle, dazed and confused. He had always hoped that the shock of being summoned would eventually go away, as it happened with an annoying degree of frequency, but it never did. The kick in the pit of his stomach, then falling in a strange and impossible direction never got normal. He took a moment to get his bearings. What an odd house... Pictures of a rather attractive couple and their daughter, some pictures of dogs... A sofa covered in protective plastic sheets. B finally sees the person kneeling on the floor, the woman from the painting, though it looks as though she's aged several years, or even a decade. Her face begins to have the shadows of wrinkles, and her hair is clearly dyed to hide grey. \"Hello, miss... What's going on, where am I, what do you want- Hey, stop!\"\n\nIt's too late of course, as the woman jumps at B, clamping a golden ring around his neck. Forcing him down, she gets two more bands around his wrists. She recites an incantation from an index card, and the rings burn, but only for a moment. B is fairly certain he knows what's going on.\n\n\"Oh you-.\" B almost chokes on his tongue.\n\n\"There there, darling, watch your language.\" The woman gets off the dainty demon, and pats his head gently. \"Here, get up, have a seat, I'll get you some snacks.\"\n\nB sits on the couch, staring angrily as she hurries about in the kitchen. She comes back with a pitcher of juice and a plate with sandwiches, cookies, and chips. B contemplates whether or not he should take a bite of something, if only to be polite.\n\n\"I don't eat.\" B crosses his arms and slouches.\n\n\"Nonsense, you must eat.\" The woman pours B a glass of juice and holds it out for him expectantly. \"Come on now, don't be rude.\"\n\nB takes the glass and sets it down. He eats a chip. \"Are you happy?\"\n\n\"No, I'm not, thanks for asking. A recent unfortunate accident lead to the death of my husband and daughter, and...\" She takes a moment to cry, though B isn't sure how sincere she is. \"And I need somebody in my life, somebody to fill their roles. After consulting with friends, this seemed like the best option.\"\n\n\"How was this the best option?\" B looked about the room. \"Oh my god I'm in the suburbs.\"\n\n\"What else was I to do, find another person that was as good as James?\"\n\n\"So you summon a demon who is certainly not as good as James?\"\n\nThe woman stares at B. \"Sit up straight, I'll have no slouch. One moment, stand here.\"\n\nB feels compelled to do as such, and gets up to stand in front of the woman. \"Hmm, yes. You're almost the same size as my darling Alyx. I bet that her clothes would fit on you, and thank goodness for that, you're dressed like such a slut, and I can't have that.\" The woman tuts as she examines the clothes that B is wearing; a short skirt and crop-top that actually reads 'slut'.\n\n\"But I like these clothes.\"\n\nThe woman clearly doesn't listen. \"And the glasses will have to go too, they're disrespectful.\"\n\n\"I'm afraid that I can't do that.\"\n\n\"No? Oh well then.\" The woman turns and begins walking up a flight of stairs. \"I'm sure you'll take them off eventually. Come now, let's get you dressed. Oh, think of the fun we'll have, Alyx, I'm so glad that you're back.\"\n\n\"This is some serious bull-\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: You are often regarded as one of the best suicide prevention workers in the world. You've been working for decades and have never lost anyone, when nothing else has worked you're the one people call. Tell me the story of your first failure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's 1:52 A.M. I am awoken by the telephone. The voice on the receiver speaks.\n\n\"We need you. 553 Williams rd.\"\n\n\"I'm coming\"\n\nMy arm instinctively reaches across to Susan's side of the bed, but she isn't there. She has been gone for awhile now. Her vacant spot a regular consequence of the night shift at the hospital.\n\nI get up and dress. Leaving my room I hesitate outside of Paul's room. He hasn't been home since thanksgiving.\n\nI drive to the address. The flashing red and blue adding an ominous effect to the Christmas lights that hang on the houses. I get out and walk up to sergeant Gillesprie.\n\n\"What's the situation Janet?\"\n\n\" 24 year old kid male inside says he had a gun, says he's gonna off his family and then himself\"\n\n\"What do we know? Drugs? Criminal record? History?\"\n\n\"Nothing.\"\n\n\" who called it in?\"\n\n\"He did\"\n\n\"Give me a megaphone, what's his name?\"\n\n\"Terrance\"\n\nShe hands me the megaphone. I slowly approach the lawn.\n\n\"Terrance, my name is Chris Lambert, and I'm here to talk to you. There's a lot of people here who are very frightened. Your family, your neighbors myself, the cops out here, we are all afraid that you are about to make a huge mistake. And Terry I know you are frightened too. I know that you are. So why don't we talk. Why don't you help put us at ease.\"\n\nI receive no response.\n\n\"Alright I'll start. Terry, I don't know what's going on right now. I know this time of year can be tough, the days are short, the holidays can be stressful and lonely. But you need to think about the people that care about you, the people with you in that house you don't want to hurt them. I know you don't.\n\nA voice shouts from inside, a young shaking voice.\n\n\"How do you know I won't?\"\n\nI respond slowly.\n\n\"Because if you had wanted to do it you wouldn't have called anyone. I think you are afraid and didn't know how else to speak about it so you've done something rash. But you haven't done anything permanent yet, there is still time to turn back. Put the gun down and come outside, we can get you help.\"\n\n\"Okay, I'm coming out\"\n\n\"Terry make sure you put the gun down, and have your hands up. I trust you, bit I don't want anyone to make a mistake. We're all friends here hit remover we are afraid too.\"\n\n\"I will\"\n\nThe front door slowly opens and a young man steps out. His face resembles that of a child who's been separate from his mother. He reminds me of Paul.\n\nIn a few moments the officers are on him. I walk away, I don't need to see this part.\n\nJanet approaches me.\n\n\"I'll come by the office in the morning to fill out a report, I want some sleep\"\n\nShe nods.\n\nI drive him my fingers itching at the pale ring where a wedding band had once hing. My eyes drift to the cars parked along the side of the road. Marks of home filled with visitors to celebrate the joy and togetherness that holidays bring.\n\nI step into my home and over to the dresser I pull out a letter, the envelope has say filled and stamped for a week now. I read the note inside once more then seal it. I review the address once more before placing it in the mailbox.\n\n\"To Paul from your loving father\"\n\nI step back inside and take the revolver out of the safe. It's barrel cold against my skin. Before the hammer falls a single ironic thought passes across my mind.\n\n\"A perfect record\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: The Norse and Greek Gods go to war against each other to decide who gets to rule humanity. C’thulhu wakes up, upset that he’s been left out again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Woah, woah, woah!” C’thulhu’s facial expression contorts into a look of hurt and little anger. Well, as much as can be expressed by a face composed of tentacles. “What do you mean you guys are going to war?”\n\nAres and Thor shuffle in their seats, the latter being hopelessly drunk while Ares was uncomfortable.\n\n“Because you’re fuckin’ lame.” Thor drawls out, gesturing at C’thulhu with his one hundred and third bottle of Asgardian Ale. “Ares here can literally summon weapons out of thin air. I’ve seen him punch a Jötun into a fine red mist!” He leans forward, the alcohol thick on his breath. “What can you even do? Sure you’re pretty big in the mortal realm, but I’ve killed more Jötun your size than I can count.” He pats Mjölnir by his side, inviting a fight,\n\n“That’s not fair at all! I can do lots of stuff! You know in my true form I drive mortals mad in an instant! You probably can’t even comprehend it either! Plus I’m strong! And I can summon my minions and grow tentacles at will!” C’thulhu pauses, as if in thought. “AND I CAN FLY!” At this, Thor howls in laughter. The very foundations of the bar quake, the Egyptian gods in the corner clearly displeased at the boisterous display.\n\n“That’s a low blow.” Ares grumbles, clearly a touchy subject. “I won’t dispute that you’re strong. Thor would called Jörmungandr weak as he sunk his teeth into him.” At the mention of his inevitable fate at Ragnarök, Thor’s expression clouds over. “But... you’re kind of lame, don’t you think?”\n\nC’thulhu is stunned by this revelation. I mean... sure, he wasn’t as flashy as... well really any of the gods in the Norse or Greek pantheons. At least none of the major ones. He did have the terror factor down pat though.\n\n“Plus, this war might be a bit above your pay grade. I’ve destroyed cities and armies. Thor has killed a lot of things. You? You got put into slumber by some old dudes and then rammed by a ship the closest you came to forming in the mortal realm.”\n\n“I wasn’t done being summoned! Also, I was reforming after it hit me! Why does nobody remember that!” C’thulhu howls in despair.\n\n“Because none of us have been stupid enough to be hit by a steam boat you daft beast!” Thor cackles away again, his momentary gloom swept away.\n\nAres splays his hands, shrugging slightly. “This is really nothing personal. Literally everyone likes you. Except Aphrodite, but she’s a bitch.” He sucks his teeth. “Great lay though. I love that woman.”\n\nC’thulhu lays his head on the table, deeply saddened. Ares takes a deep breath at the sight, and lays a hand on C’thulhu’s shoulder.\n\n“You know what? Let’s have a fight. Me and you, before the war really begins. No holds barred. If either of us wants to stop, the safe word is banana bread.”\n\n“REALLY?” Immediately C’thulhu perks up, the tips of his tentacles curling in joy and his wings flapping a bit.\n\n“Careful!” Dionysius calls, (or was it Bacchus? So hard to tell...) polishing a glass. “Remember what happened last time you started flapping your wings?” His voice is stern but good natured. Maybe Ares wasn’t lying about all of the gods liking him. It is worth noting that being so earnest, C’thulhu was rather likeable for many of the gods so used to duplicity. He was very basic and good natured compared to the lot of them. Naturally he made many companions or even friends among these gods.\n\n“Sorry! Yeah man, really. We’ll quake the Earth with our battle! Don’t worry, I’ll give you the time you need to summon fully. It’ll be great!” At this, Ares rises. “I’ve gotta run now though. Athena needs help distributing weapons and coordinating.” Thor is passed out and snoring on the table. C’thulhu is rocking in his chair, humming with joy. What a wonderful day!\n\nOutside of the bar, Ares huddles in an alley with a knot of gods.\n\n“What do you mean you and him are gonna fight? The whole purpose of this was so he wouldn’t get hurt!” Hera hisses at him.\n\n“I knew I should’ve been the one to explain it...” Loki shakes his head, leaning on his hand.\n\n“Guys, listen, I’m sorry. I just felt so bad for him. I know we include him where we can, but since nobody wants him to get hurt he gets excluded in some of our biggest events.” Thor states firmly. “I think next time we fight-“ he pauses, smiling slyly, “if there are any Norse gods left, that is- we can invite him to join in. We can even invite the Egyptians, the Slavs, and the Weebs! Make it a cultural event. Most of the Gods can’t die normally anyways.”\n\nSo their discussion went on, C’thulhu blissfully unaware that he had really, really great friends." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: An AI bartender does its best while a group of survivors barricades themselves inside its bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jeremy held Nicole’s hand as they raced down the corridor. In a ship as big as the Andromeda, there was no way in hell they were going to be separated. They ran, turning left and right, feeling better as the screams grew fainter in the background.\n\n“Here!” Jeremy whispered, pulling Nicole into an unlit room. He quickly turned to the display on the wall next to the door. Entering his engineer credentials, he sealed the door shut. Catching her breath, Nicole slid down the wall and hugged her knees.\n\n“What the actual fuck just happened?” She let out in a hoarse voice.\n\n“You’re one of the medical doctors on board, princess, you tell me!” Jeremy quipped back. “The Andromeda is the best luxury class space cruiser in existence and it has the best food money can buy. I seriously doubt people started eating each other because the buffet wasn’t up to par. Just... just give me a second to power up this room.”\n\nA low hum filled the room as the lights slowly blinked on. They illuminated a spacious, tall room. Everything in the room shouted elegance, from the columns supporting huge windows, to the mahogany tables interspaced through out the room. On the far side of the room was a bar, which Nicole and Jeremy both made their way to.\n\n“Of all the rooms to shelter in, the Ambassador’s Lounge is a pretty good one to pick. You know how to treat a woman.”\n\n“Only the best for you babe.”\n\nAs they sat down at the bar, a mannequin at the end lit up. His face was handsome and his body was made of bronze. His suit was impeccable until it cut off below the waist. His torso was fastened directly to a track that ran the length of the bar.\n\n“Welcome to the Ambassador’s Lounge, a premier location aboard the Andromeda. I am Francis,” the android said in a posh British accent.\n\n“He’s very handsome isn’t he? All that bronze. I bet he has abs of... bronze.”\n\n“Calm down Nicole. He’s only humanoid from the waist up. Obviously missing the most important anatomical features. But don’t worry. I’m here.”\n\nNicole scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Even with a potential zombie apocalypse going on on the other side of the door... you’re useless sometimes.”\n\n“I’m just making jokes to release some of the stress I feel. Unless you are up to any other ways to relieve stress.”\n\n“If you make me roll my eyes anymore, I’m going to get dizzy. Let’s get a drink while we sort through this mess. Francis, can I have a Long Island Iced Tea?”\n\n“And I’ll have a Mint Julep please. After what we just witnessed, I need to cleanse my palate.”\n\n“I do apologize, Dr. Kelplin, Engineer Kelplin. The ship is under a Level 2 Emergency. Regrettably, alcohol consumption is thus prohibited. I can provide various sodas or water, as well as a wide assortment of hors d'oeuvre.”\n\n“Dammit. This is officially worse than our wed...”\n\nFrancis interrupted, “I have an update for you. It is with great pleasure I announce that I can now make your cocktails.”\n\n“Why now all of a sudden?” Nicole asked.\n\n“I just received an update. Approximately two minutes ago, the captain was disemboweled by the waitstaff. Most of the commanding officers are also incapacitated. This constitutes a Level 1 Emergency in which passenger comfort can now take precedence.”\n\n“Shit...”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Dealing with angels is no less dangerous than dealing with devils." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The seven-foot tall being glowed before me. His wings looked immaculately pristine, and softer than any birds’ could ever be. I was completely awestruck.\n\n“Have you sinned?” His voice sounded as if church bells had transformed into human speech, powerfully portentous, and stirring me to attention, “Speak, human.”\n\nMy friend clapped her hand over my opening mouth, and said quickly, “He’s good.”\n\nShe grabbed my arm and dragged me by it. When we got farther down the road, she glared at me, and I whispered that I was sorry. Her response was to roll her eyes and keep going. She had warned me to be careful of the angels on our route. Their attitude was that divine justice shed a light on darkness, and that all darkness needed to be cast out. The human heart was a favored target, and they carried swords. It was best to keep walking, and never tell a lie. Technically, she hadn’t lied to him: “he’s good” can have more than one meaning.\n\n“Have you sinned?” A smooth, silky voice assailed my ears from the alleyway.\n\nEach syllable softly rolled over me, massaging my muscles into relaxation, and a sigh escaped my lips without my noticing it. I couldn’t help but stop, and turn to look. A beautiful, red-skinned beauty with dark hair and yellow eyes was staring at me longingly. I knew in that moment that I was special, because her look made me feel that way. Love was no illusion but in front of me, in curves and grace that I had hitherto never imagined.\n\n“No!” I answered excitedly, happy for her attention, “No, I haven’t!”\n\n“Would you like to?” She cooed.\n\n“Oh my g—he’s fine,” Tiffany spat, “He’s sinned plenty today. In fact, we’re going to go sin together in some bushes. Right now. I just started my period and he really likes that. Kinky shit.”\n\nThat horrified me and I turned to look at my friend. Visions of what I wanted to do with the beautiful woman were tangoing in my brain. What Tiffany said put herself into my mind’s eye, and how she said it made it all the more disgusting. Bile rose into my mouth, and my imagination instantly shut down. She dragged me away a second time.\n\n“Would you watch it, please?” She snapped at me, “I can handle solo ones, but there’s always a chance of a group. They’re pushier in crowds.”\n\n“I think I’m doing okay,” I felt defensive, “I mean, come on, she was beautiful but it’s not like I went for her. And you took things way too far there.”\n\n“You fucking sighed, dude,” She glared at me, “You were ready to go off with her. I swear, you’re pervier than me. Besides, what did you expect me to say to a devil? ‘We’re going to go do some missionary ma’m, it’ll be wholesome and sweet and we’ll cuddle after?’”\n\n“That would have been bad enough, yes,” I looked away shamefaced as she continued to glare, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I just didn’t realize how hot—”\n\n“Where do devils live, Shawn?” She hissed, “Brimstone? Hellfire? What would it take for you to realize that they are powerful, old, and after your soul, not your dick?”\n\n“I’m sorry okay,” I grimaced, “Look, I screwed up. I had never seen anyone that beautiful before, and you know how I feel about Clara.”\n\n“Yeah, well if you want to see your girlfriend again, then you’re going to shut up, and not walk off with devils.”\n\n“I know, okay? I’m not going to go off with literal ladies of the night.”\n\n“Ladies of the night?” She looked at me, confused.\n\n“I do know some stuff,” I explained proudly, “You know, the ones that seduce men away in the night, have sex, and steal away their souls?”\n\n“Oh, no,” She shook her head, “That wasn’t a succubi. She was just a regular devil.\"\n\n\"You're kidding,\" Dumbfounded, I watched as she shook her head.\n\n\"Don't worry,\" She patted me on the back reassuringly, \"If we meet one of those, I'll punch you in the dick.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: A group of babies has a formal board room meeting to discuss serious business" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Is everyone here?' Asked Wanderlust, self proclaimed leader of the group. Resplendent in a pink onesie with glittering stars and a unicorn emblazoned on the front, her electric pink bow attached to a tuft of hair on the left side of her head finishing off the ensemble.\n\n'everyone' replied Aiden calmly. Her second in command, a stark contrast in his camo singlet and bare nappy, showing off his thick arms, and rolls on his thighs, the muscle and enforcer of the group.\n\n'It's getting worse, and coming more frequently' Brayden interjected, 'even before bedtime', he was always the most nervous and easily startled, coddled by his mother and always in too many layers of clothing 'to keep the cold out'. Today he was in a blue sweatshirt with cookie monster grinning on the front and back, matching sweatpants and slippers. His cheeks were flushed with red, clearly overdressed for the comfortable spring morning.\n\n'I've always had it like that, I like it' replied Starbeam, always the rebel in her yellow transformers onesie, hair unkempt.\n\n'Your part of the problem Starbeam!' Wanderlust shot back, 'just because you can put up with it, doesn't mean the rest of us have to!'\n\n'Yeah' added Aiden, once again loyally backing up his leader. Original thought never came easily to Aiden.\n\n'I don't like it either Wanderlust' Hayden said, 'I think you're right, you always are' always the sycophant, looking longingly at Wanderlust, in his ill fitting light green short sleeved onesie.\n\n'Of course you agree with Wanderlust, you would eat the poop out of her nappy and say it was chocolate' laughed Jayden wearing his favorite red Elmo sweater and exposed nappy with white socks, 'the fact of the matter is our Ma mas aren't here, so what choice do we have?'\n\n'We have a choice' replied Wanderlust 'we don't have to accept anything. We throw our toys, we cry, we push their hands away! I Will NOT Live This Way!'\n\n'You can choose to suffer, but this is the way it is now' said Rainbow-Lovestar speaking for the first time since the start of the meeting, she looked calmly at the others, wearing her usual frilly pink dress and pink frilled socks 'it is the way of the future, soon we will be moving to solids anyway and the era of milk will be behind us.'\n\n'Not if I can help it!' screamed Wanderlust, bright red in the face 'Mothers milk or nothing! I will not have this 'formula' enter my system' she spat the word 'formula' with visible disgust, before letting out a prolonged wail.\n\nWith that Sally the carer scooped her up and said 'does someone want a bottle? Here you go, nice and warm' putting the plastic teat in Wanderlust's mouth, instantly quieting her before her eyes drifted closed, milk drunk. 'There we go, you were just hungry'.\n\nStarbeam just looked knowingly at Aiden and Hayden with her eyebrows raised, they both sulkily avoided eye contact. Brayden held back tears while Rainbow-Lovestar and Jayden crawled off to chew on the cardboard books. Things were changing every day, and even the obstinate Wanderlust was powerless in the face of the Juggernaut that was progress." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: The aliens got their hands on a human military training manual of sorts. Unbeknownst to them, it is actually a Warhammer 40k codex/novel" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Commander looked across at his intelligence officer, Adraks,for the up coming invasion of Earth. Adraks was emitting a rather concerting odor that The Commander was unaccustomed to having emanate from such a seasoned officer.\n\n“Adraks why are you hrsling? It is unbecoming one of you’re position. What about these soft, fragile, squishy creatures could cause such hrsl?”\n\n“Commander, I was able to send a jaer drone to do reconnaissance and obtain intelligence. I chose a common area on a place with a concentration of the soldier type. A shared space in a housing unit. The soldiers appeared to be training simulations with representations of soldiers, vehicles and airships on a flat space with small versions of lands and features” Adraks replied.\n\n“The drone observed the soldier types practicing small unit tactics using weapons that threw projectiles one both large and small size. One size projectile thrower they called a krak appears to be able to render an armored vehicle immobile with a single hit. Also energy weapons. Capable of burning a hole through a creature that looks similar to one of our cserl units, they called it a narlthrope. I believe they may have knowledge of us and have been preparing.”\n\nThis got the Commanders attention. This invasion had been planed well and previous information did show large projectile throwers but there had been no mention of energy weapons. These soft creatures had not even sent one of their own past the edge of the system. Where had the mistake been made?\n\n“Proceed Adraks, I wish to know what you found and how you responded” the Commander stated.\n\nAdraks small appendages by the food intake orifice began to twitch. The foul hrsl odor intensified. Adraks spoke “ I instructed the jaer drone to obtain one of the training reference materials the soldier types were consulting. The contents are truly concerning. It appears that the humans have been breeding genetic warriors. These genetically bred warriors are designed specifically to hunt down things that they call heretics and Xenos.” Adraks continued with increasing hrsl and posture indicating fear and defeat.\n\n“ there appear to be many types of these genetically bred warriors. The manual that I obtained was for a sub group of these soldiers that appear to be called Space Wolves. It appears that these humans have a reach to be on their own system. This particular breed of genetic soldiers are created on a planet called Fenris. “\n\nAdraks odor had become overpowering. “ leave the book. Go and spend a gyt in solitude and return with no hrsl about you. I will examine this book for myself.\n\nThe commander opened the book. After placing a translator screen over the book the commander began to read. Mini things were unfamiliar to the commander. What was this Eye of terror that they spoke of? Where is this planet Fenris? The commander had no reference for where the Segmentun Solaris was located. But these things didn’t really matter is they were all merely locations.\n\nThe commander looked at some of the pictures in the manual and at some of the small representation of soldier units. Never in any of his reconnaissance reports had he read anything about this type of armoring that obscured the features of the soldiers. According to the information in the manual it was a type of armor that they will be difficult for his warriors to penetrate. Never in any of his information had he seen information about these energy weapons or about these handheld weapons that appeared to have rotating teeth on them. The commander began to wonder what the intelligence units had missed.\n\nThe commander continue to read about how these soldier units were selected and then had some unstable genetic material spliced into their genetic material to create a warrior that was many times stronger than a normal soft creature.\n\nThe commander read about the civil war between the genetically enhanced soldiers. One group of the genetically enhanced soldiers appear to have come from this place called the Eye of terror. They appear to have been directly opposed to the genetically engineered soldiers from this planet.\n\nThere was also this mention of one of these creatures that they called the emperor. Apparently from this reading the emperor has something to do with travel behind the system. How could our intelligence officers have gotten this so wrong? How could they have missed something as basic as travel beyond their own system? There would be a reckoning over this failure of intelligence.\n\nThe commander slowly closed the manual, and begin to turn over in his head the words of the message that he would send back to the home fleet.\n\nThis invasion would have to be put off until they could locate this Eye of terror and this planet called Fenris. He would not risk his soldiers or his fleet on incomplete intelligence. This manual would have to be brought back to the Home fleet and analyzed. intelligence was going to have to be gathered anew.\n\nThese soft squishy creatures sure were surprising." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: After much contemplating, the king and queen decided to invite the evil fairy to the christening, fearing what she could do if left uninvited. But when the time came for the fairies to bestow their gifts on the princess, everyone was shocked to see what gift the evil fairy chose to give..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For even before their own gods the people were right to fear and praise the great fairies of the land. No faith and sermon could compare to the immediate and absolute magics that these ancient beings commanded in verse and gesture.\n\nThe fairy of the north was to be invited with a show of moderation; for modesty was the virtue she extolled.\n\nThe fairy of the skies was to be called upon with fanfare, musics, bards, or poetry; for what she commanded was the power of voice and sound.\n\nThe fairy of the lakes demanded an offering of harvest or craft to the river and lakes; for water gave birth to all creatures and their trades.\n\nBut be wary of the fairy of the woods, the raven haired mother of ten thousand spawn. There was never known what offering would please or upset her, and none commanded curses more dire than her.\n\nBut the throne could not ignore the fairy of the woods, for their kingdom had grown rich and fat from the blessings of the wood. Not once had her ire came crashing upon them, and thus the King and Queen had come to believe that she had waited for this heralding moment.\n\nThey were young, beautiful, and powerful in their own regards. The king was a man of unmatched wit and foresight in all matters of war. The queen was a woman of unyielding grace and poise so grand it could shame all but the most virtuous that would stand before her.\n\nThey had each received blessings in their youth from the first three of the great fairies. And so they knew that the ledger must be balanced before long. They toiled tirelessly to build the small country into a kingdom of modest size but swelling virtue and force. They build society so that villains would suffer for crimes, and the good people would be at peace. They gathered their weapons so that their neighbors knew to never rile the beast of war. They did this all to honor the blessings they had received.\n\nAnd then their daughter was born. The one achievement they were most proud of; the one work they most feared. Long they sat and contemplated the route they should take. For in the dark nights of the nursery, they feared what frailness the walls might yet conceal.\n\nA grand gala where they would sing praises to the boons the forests had given them. Men and women dancing, food and drink in such excess that the creatures of the woods could feast on the scraps alone for days? Nay, too much would have to be taken from those they wished to give to. They could not rob the fairy and her domain and offer it as some gift.\n\nA sweeping and epic ballad recited by only the greatest of all bards and bands. One of such scope and skill that the tale would take days to tell? No, for the forest was more a place of whispers than concert hall.\n\nAh, but of course, the decision was obvious to make. They would offer all the riches earned by the kingdom since the child was born and give it to their patron forest.\n\nExcept, the king and queen could fathom that such acts were laughable. If the forest had granted them such riches, then giving such would be like casting stone before the high fairy and claiming them to be treasure beyond compare. To the very being who had allowed them such wealth off her meager tailings from such a domain.\n\nThey had nothing to give that would mean aught. Nothing to make that would befit. And no celebration to enact in proper honor. All that remained was their sincerity.\n\nAnd so they left the sanctum of their castle. Bringing with them only enough retainers so that no beast or brigand would delay them. They walked, no beast of burden to carry them, with the princess cradled in their embrace. Heading the meager and trusted procession to a grove known to be sacred.\n\nThey left the retainers to the side, proceeding forward bereft of anything that might protect them, at the mercy of she who commanded the forest. And they offered to her the only thing which they could; their sincerity and their thanks.\n\nAnd so arrived the black queen of the forest. A regal dress of the bramble and rose, raven hair like so many feathers, eyes golden like the many creatures of her domain. She stood before them, a beauty beyond their wildest dreams. A regal figure so grand they were as insects to her. A being of such power that no nation might survive a bout with her alone. A presence of such pressure, their hearts might stop.\n\n\"And so i shall curse your child in turn. I curse her to die in a land known for peace. I curse her to wound the hearts of those who know of her passing. I curse her to be of healthy stature even when she wishes for ill. I curse her to always feel the weight of her decrees,\" And the evil fairy walked forward. A new wedding band of hawthorne curling about the fingers of the king and queen. \"And i curse her to watch her parents perish of old age.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Humanity was one the greatest species in the galaxy, creating technologies only thought to exist in the realm of fiction, and protecting the galaxy from threats from both within and beyond. But it has been many life cycles since they have been seen, and a new threat is looming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My water tasted like shit. The cherry on top of a shit sandwich called My Life. Inside of the sandwich would be hundreds of cockroaches, rolling around in their own filth and rotting, or whatever they did when they weren’t crawling around in my apartment. Condiments included disappointment, delusion, and mayonnaise, the worst of the worst. Slathered on top of the bun sat my water, which seeped into the back of my throat just as it would seep into the sandwich, leaving it soggy and unfulfilled. A stain on the rest of society.\n\nI placed the glass back down on my coffee table. The condensation gathered in droplets that streaked down to form cool retreats away from my hands. They said that the tables were older than spiced bread - an early invention from the humans to stop the ease of which some surfaces could become so dirty. A little unbelievable really when you thought about it. Almost as unbelievable as the idea that cold, clean water could taste so bad.\n\nThe peanut butter bars in my pantry called out to me and I happily went over to stuff my face. I probably reached my daily calorie goal three times over but I had no way of telling. All I was left with was a sweet and salty tang and the feeling of regret as I stared into the empty box. I only had three more packs and another shipment wouldn’t be coming for months. It was a good thing I happened to be a stress eater, or else I might not have had so many options of which to drive myself into a food coma.\n\nIt was oddly satisfying to watch my toast being made. The way that the machine spread the butter evenly on both sides with just the right proportions made me forget all about my shit sandwich. I pulled the buttery goodness out of the toaster oven just in time and slid over to the sofa where I was seconds away from rolling around in the ecstasy of good bread. Less than a second later, my phone rang.\n\nI put the plate of bread down. A good snack couldn’t be marred by interruptions and I was going to devote my full attention to eating it. I looked at my phone, which had a news alert on it instead of a name or a number like I had been expecting. By the way the alert was tagged, in an overconfident and smug manner, I initially assumed it was from years ago when I had just been starting out as an ambitious, young person. Of course, this illusion was shattered when I saw that it had been written only a few weeks earlier, maybe in the middle of the night. I cringed at the title slapped across the page: “HUMANS,” written in big bold letters. If only I could have been one of those people that claimed they only got better with age.\n\nI clicked on the article to humor myself. At best, it was a malware scam that would infect my supposedly incorruptible phone. When I clicked on the link, it looked okay. It was a newspaper I had never seen before but no viruses had filled my screen yet. The story was vague on the details, something about a spotting somewhere I had never heard of that the author was sure had to be a human. They had no sources or even anything that resembled any proof. Only a quickly typed up story that was sure to be deleted in less than five minutes by the spam filters. Maybe it was something that I would have ignored before. After all, I wasn’t some hick with nothing to do. I had cases, real work involving real people that left paper trails miles long. Something like this would be beneath me. I guess that’s what I would want to tell myself at night.\n\nI wrote down the address of the incident on a piece of paper with a pen that said “NOT made by Humans” as if it were a badge of pride. I wasn’t that hungry anymore but, I still ate the sandwich. It didn’t taste like shit." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You were murdered and proclaimed dead in the news three days ago. You were indeed dead. Then you woke up in a coffin and began screaming, only to have some weird emo goth kids dig you out and boy, are they freaked out. You... have a lot of explaining to do. That, and you have vengeance to take." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I felt stiff as I climbed out of the coffin. I rolled all my joints to try and loosen up but it didn't seem to help. I looked at the the Goth kid who'd dug me up. He'd pissed himself in fright. \"Got a cigarette?\" I asked in a gravelly voice. The kid retrieved a pack of cigarettes half soaked in urine from his front pocket and I turned my nose up. \"Nevermind. You got a car?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" The kid answered.\n\n\"Cool, I need a ride,\" I said.\n\nThe Goth kid looked real nervous. \"Are... Are you gonna hurt me?\" He asked.\n\nI shook my head. \"Solomon,\" I said, offering my hand to him.\n\nHe shook it. \"Levi,\" He respond.\n\nI ran my hands through my hair. \"I'll be honest, I'm gonna kill someone tonight, but you're not that person. I just need a lift and then I'll be out of your life, you can pretend you never dug me up for a satanic ritual only to be scared shitless by coming face to face with a zombie when you popped the coffin open.\"\n\nLevi hesitated but finally caved. \"Alright. Where do you need to go?\"\n\n\"Cross if 3rd and Washington,\" I said. We walked to his station wagon and he gave me a lift. I opened the door when he stopped. \"Thanks. Hopefully we don't meet again.\"\n\nI stepped out of the car and walked three blocks to my apartment building. The time on the face of my watch said it was 3am and I had no reason to distrust it. Andrew was probably still awake. I knocked on the door of my sixth floor unit.\n\nThe door opened just a bit, the chain stopping it. Andrew looked at me through the opening first in shock, then in confusion and finally in fear, all in the space of a second. \"Sup, Andrew?\" I asked as I firmly kicked the door. Andrew was tossed backwards as the door flew open, the security chain breaking and sending loops of metal clattering all over the floor.\n\n\"S-Solomon?\" Andrew stammered as I walked towards him.\n\nI reached down and grabbed him by the shirt. \"Yeah, buddy boy,\" I answered as I pulled him up. \"Where's my boyfriend?\"\n\nAndrew pointed to my room. \"Keith went to bed already. I was about to go join him,\" Andrew sobbed.\n\nI stared at him for a moment. \"Of course you were,\" I breathed. I hurled Andrew out the living room window. If he survived, he survived. He wasn't who I was after, but I wasn't really fuckin' happy with him either.\n\nI walked into my bedroom and found Keith stirring slightly but still sleeping. He'd always been a heavy sleeper when it came to sound. Touch though.\n\nI laid down on the bed and wrapped my arms around him. He came to, just a little, realizing someone had laid down and was holding him from behind. \"What time is it, Andrew?\" Keith asked. \"You know I have to work in the morning.\"\n\nI patted Keith's chest. \"You know, it's funny. Those were my last words to you,\" I whispered in Keith's ear. I waited until he tensed up and then wrapped my right arm around his neck and squeezed. Strangling someone is violent and you have to keep blocking air flow way longer than you think you should. I didn't tire anymore so I held Keith's neck tightly for an hour. Then I broke it, just to be sure.\n\nI laid him out peacefully, kissed him on the lips and tucked him back in. \"Sweet dreams, see you in Hell,\" I whispered. I took forty bucks out of his wallet and called a cab with his cellphone. I walked out with only the money, leaving the door wide open. It was time for me to take a nap in what was a surprisingly comfortable coffin." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: humanity is greeted finally by alien life. After the initial delegation meets and we translate their language, a second group lands of the same species, but this group speaks a different language and has a different form of government." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leskinen buried his hand into his face.\n\n\"No more, just no more.\"\n\nHe was one of the last still left at the office, and finally he gave up. He was going home. He saved all his files onto his government laptop and locked the door. It had been a long sleepless week, and he deserved a long bath and sleep on a proper bed.\n\nA week earlier, the first alien arrived. The world threw a fuss, and Leskinen was bright-eyed and excited. He worked hard to get his coveted position in international affairs. He had learned several languages and even took extra classes in linguistics. And, it was all going to pay off spectacularly.\n\nHe was ushered into a secret government meeting with top officials: commanders, scientists, and politicians each of the highest echelon.\n\n\"Team, you've seen the news. You're respective team leaders will organize you and fill you in on our E.T. policy. Yes, that's right aliens have come to Earth. Yes, it's the first time. So, stop gawking already and get to work!\"\n\nLeskinen practically jumped out of that room. A whole new species of life had plopped onto Earth with its own cultures, biology, morals, and most importantly language. It was all entirely different: no Russian, Mandarin, or French could ever possibly prepare him to cypher a language spoken entirely in squirts.\n\nHe and his team stayed up two days and were the first to make meaningful contact with the aliens. They made breaking news and instantly became famous. What a high that was. But just as they began negotiating talks with these \"Splurtsplurtbians\", another spaceship entered the atmosphere.\n\nAgain, he was ushered into another room.\n\n\"Okay, it seems that there were more than one alien race. Which is unexpected, but not irrecoverable. If what Leskinen's translations are correct, our current work on the first translation will help us learn the next one better. \"\n\nThe fervor was going strong. Leskinen divided his team to do the same amount of work that they previously did together. Halfway through the third day, Leskinen contacted his commanding officer asking for extra help.\n\n\"Negative, this is top secret information. We absolutely can not let this get into the wrong hands.\"\n\nRegardless, the team carried out their task.\n\nThey told themselves that they were the only thing between the aliens and the humans as they taped their eyelids open.\n\nThey thought about their children and how they missed them as they finished off their third shipment of energy drinks.\n\nIn three days, each team managed to complete their tasks.\n\nFinally, they were done.\n\nBut just as they were about to make parley with the second aliens. Two more aliens ships showed up.\n\n\"Zzzzz... Huh! I'm awake! Okay, two more ships have arrived with more aliens. We've done this before... twice in fact. So we should... hold on... \"\n\nThe commanding officer fumbled his phone to his ears.\n\n\"Yes sir? Wait? Slow down... what do you mean four more showed up? There are four already here... What do you mean there were supposed to be only three? A race war? So... so eight total?\"\n\nThe commanding officer turned to his men sheepishly.\n\n\"Looks like we have some more work to do...\"\n\n\"Oh fuck this!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: In order to marry someone from the city, you need to fight a beast whose strength is equivalent to the economic status of the person you're pursuing. You've set out to battle in hopes of marrying the queen after the king died from stroke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Died of a stroke you say?” Lyn asked, his eyes lit up with a devious plan.\n\n“Uhh, yeah. What’s that look in your eye?” Tim asked suspiciously. The two had been close friends since youth, and Lyn knew Tim hated the look he got when he was excited. Or the plans themselves, Lyn was never quite sure.\n\n“We’re going to rule this kingdom.” Lyn said. He twirled his finger around in the air and said it more loudly. “We’re going to rule this kingdom.” Tim folded his arms.\n\n“I am not going to kill a dragon with you.”\n\n“Pfff, dragons are old news. Ever since the kingdom found that new gold mine dragon’s will only score you a baron’s wife.” The colour drained from Tim’s face.\n\n“You cannot be serious.” He knew exactly what Lyn was referring to. Lyn jumped up and down in excitement.\n\n“We’re going to kill the Kraken!” Tim leaned rather involuntarily against the counter of his shop. Seeing his friends’ distress, Lyn said. “Cheer up, once it’s done, we will have all the riches in the kingdom. And a lovely wife to boot.” He added the last part with a wink.\n\n“You can barely swim.” Tim said, Lyn was growing irritated with his friends nagging.\n\n“Well of course we won’t be swimming, we will hire a boat.” Tim gripped the bridge of his nose with two fingers.\n\n“You’re insane.”\n\n“So, you’ll help?”\n\n“Someone has to stop you dying.” Tim said with a resigned smile. Lyn’s fist nearly connected with the ceiling when he leapt up punching the air in delight.\n\n“You won’t regret this when we’re sitting on the throne.” And so, the pair stepped out onto the street of the city of Landin only to find a parade proceeding.\n\n“All hail king Jim.” The crowd echoed around the square. Lyn stood open mouthed, his arms hanging limp by his side. After a moment he dully became aware of Tim saying something.\n\n“So, someone beat us too it, I guess. Hey, are you listening to me?” Lyn nodded mutely. The jewels, the beautiful gardens and castle, it was all gone. Then he felt a wave of burning inquisitive fury overtake him.\n\n“And were going to find out what took it away from us.” Tim shook his head.\n\n“What is it with you and these bizarre quests that you are determined to latch onto.” Lyn looked at him a little taken aback.\n\n“What do you mean?” Tim sighed.\n\n“The bounty on the troll that attacked that village?” Lyn was puzzled.\n\n“But I could have fixed up the shop with the money from that. Maybe gotten away from Ma and Pa to start something by myself.”\n\n“It. Was. A. Troll. 15 feet tall and arms thicker than your body.”\n\n“I could have killed it with my spear.”\n\n“That’s a fishing spear for trout.” Tim said. Lyn failed to see his point. Tim rolled his eyes and said.\n\n“What about the harpies.” Lyn was confused.\n\n“The potion that the alderman offered was amazing…”\n\n“They could fly.” Tim said exasperated. “You have a death wish and I keep having to steer you clear.” Lyn stood silent. He could not understand what the issues were, they were just monsters after all. The hero always won in the end. Tim was jealous that he was never the leader, Lyn thought, that must be it. Changing the subject Lyn said\n\n“Well shall we at least figure out how this scoundrel beat us.” Tim nodded his head.\n\n“I guess that doesn’t sound too hard.” Lyn grabbed a man in the crowd lining the street.\n\n“You sir. How has this man come to be king?” The man was elderly and rather stooped with a croaky voice to match his dishevelled clothes.\n\n“He killed a beast and brought it to the queen.” Lyn guffawed.\n\n“Well that much is clear old man, but what beast? A dragon is much to small. Perhaps a hydra? The Kraken?” He added the final doubtfully. The old man looked at him quizzically.\n\n“No, no. It was a deer. Now unhand me young man the king is passing by.” The man tried to loosen Lyn’s grip, but he had one more question to answer.\n\n“A deer? I have never heard of a deer so great and mighty with which to win this kingdom.” The old man grumbled but relented to the questioning.\n\n“It was a regular deer.” The man pulled sharply away from a stunned Lyn and began shuffling to stand further down the line.\n\n“Um Lyn, I believe that I may have heard something to explain this this morning.” Lyn turned so sharply that Tim jumped a little. Tim continued sheepishly. “Well I didn’t quite believe it myself, but there was a rumour I overheard in the shop. One of the customers said that the gold mine was a scam and the kingdom’s credit had collapsed after the realisation.”\n\n“The king died from a heart attack.” Lyn said, the dots lining up finally. Then a carriage turned the corner.\n\n“All bow before king Jim.” The two men bowed with the rest of the crowd; Tim whispered to Lyn.\n\n“We’re going to need more than a hero and a sword to save this mess.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: An extremely poor family's home is accidentally destroyed in a Super hero battle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“This isn’t over yet, Galacto-Man! You and those training dummies you call sidekicks haven’t seen the last of The Scribbler!”\n\nBeams of light shot out from the crudely drawn door The Scribbler had etched into the crumbling sheetrock. In a flash, he pulled it opened and disappeared, leaving nothing but utter destruction and the faint tinge of body odor lingering in the air behind him. Galacto-Man and Fuzion stood amidst the heavy dust, breathing deeply, weary from the day’s antics.\n\nGalacto-Man turned and walked towards the window, stepping over the singed remains of a child’s stuffed toy. “Get Anachro on comm. We need to let headquarters know Scribbler got a hold of the Sultan’s Ring.”\n\n“On it,” said Fuzion, his voice metallic and synthesized. “Data streams show an increase in Delta waves radiating from The Cordex. Recommend immediate return to headquarters.”\n\n“Right.” Galacto-Man punched out the remaining shards of glass from the window’s frame and plopped a heavily armored boot on the sill. Smoke had gathered in the midday sky, so that only a few dim rays of sunlight broke through. “I’ve got a few things I need to take care of first.”\n\nFuzion punched a few numbers into a keypad on his forearm. “Noted,” he said. “Returning to headquarters now.” His body warbled and compressed into nothing.\n\nThe crackling of breaking glass sounded from behind. Galacto-Man turned and aimed his proton beam into the dark of the cluttered closet. “Come out!” he ordered.\n\nA small child stepped out carefully from behind the hanging rows of worn clothes. His hair was matted, and his eye sockets dirty and stained dark from tears. He looked upon the brazen magnificence of the hero’s regalia, at which point his eyes widened and a grin spread across his eager face. “You’re Galacto-Man!” he nearly shouted.\n\n“No shit,” said Galacto-Man, looking out the window and judging the distance to the ground.\n\n“Did you get the scribbler?” asked the child.\n\nGalacto-man tilted his head back and exhaled. “No,” he said. “Did you?”\n\n“N... no,” said the boy.\n\nThe boy crouched and picked up the stuffed toy, inspecting the patches where it’s ears had been ripped out. “What happened to my room?” he asked.\n\n“You wanna know what happened? I’ll tell you what happened. I saved your life, okay?” rambled Galacto-Man, stepping back inside and turning to face the child. “What’s your name, kid?”\n\n“T... t....” he fumbled.\n\n“T... T... Turdface? Is your name Turdface?”\n\n“T... Tommy,” whimpered the child, tears forming at the edges of his tiny, scared eyes.\n\n“Tell you what, Tommy,” said Galacto Man. “Next time Scribbler comes here, Fuzion and I, we’ll make sure that we don’t step on any of your precious little toys, okay? We wouldn’t want to inconvenience you in any way, now would we?”\n\n“O... Okay.”\n\n“Because, you know, we’ve got things to do, you know, like save peoples lives and put an end to crime and poverty and evil across the world, but, I mean, what’s the point of all that if you’re gonna have to clean up your room afterwards? It’s just not worth it. We might as well just pack it in right now. Is that what you want, Turdface?”\n\nTommy clutched the stuffed toy closer to his chest, and shook his head in shame. Galacto-Man looked around the room. There was a pile of clothes where a bed should have been, and hanging from the spackled and ill-kept walls were only two grimy posters, both showing himself racing into battle aside the Mighty Masqueraders.\n\nThe child began to sob. Galacto-Man took a quiet step towards him, careful not to scare him away. “Shit. Look, I’m really sorry kid. It’s just... it’s been a long week, and this whole thing with Scribbler has kind of gotten out of hand, again, and I just found out that Anarcho and Felicierre just started dating, and... well, I mean I asked her out a while ago, you know, like a month ago, and she said she wasn’t ready, you know? And now...” Galacto-Man relaxed and sat down on top of a milk crate that had been serving as a play table.\n\n“I mean, I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore, you know? We fight Scribbler and Black Combine like all the time, and every time we figure out what they’re up to, it’s like they’ve already done it and we’re just in damage control.” Galacto-Man sighed and looked up fondly at the poster. “There was a time, kid, where we were kings. I mean, people loved us. We made a difference. What happened? Where...”\n\nGalacto-Man dropped his head into his gloves wearily. Tommy gently walked over to him and stood up straight before him. “Here,” he said, holding out the stuffed animal. “This makes me happy when I’m feeling said.”\n\nStarlings chirped outside, and a brief ray of sunlight illuminated the room. Looking up, Galacto-Man held out his hands and accepted the gift. “I’m sorry,” he said." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: The gold confiscation act of 1933 has just been passed. You, and five other police officers, have been dispatched to a ranch to collect the gold the Rancher refused to surrender. As you approach the ranch house, you hear a lound bang, and one of your fellow officers drops like a rock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of us roll off our horses and scramble for nearby cover, five men hitting the dirt and bellying up to rocks and brush. Fortunately, the horses are used to the loud noise, so they don't scatter when a shot comes again, whining off a stone.\n\n\"Mornin', sheriff!\" I hear from the prairie house a hundred yards off. \"Lovely day fer a firefight, idnit?\"\n\n\"Damnit, Carl Oakley, you put your guns down and surrender! You're already looking at a murder charge - one of an officer while performing his duties! If you want a judge to have any mercy on you, you give yourself up now!\"\n\n\"No way no how, Sher'f!\" comes the cackling voice. \"If you want what's mine, you're gonna get it the hard way!\" Another crack, another whine off of a large rock that a lawman was cowering behind.\n\n\"My family tamed this land! Run out the Injuns, planted the crops, raised the cattle! We fixed wagons, sawed boards, forged wheel and barrel rims! We was one'o them oh-ay-sees inna the desert for anyone headin' West! We earned every nugget, every coin! And we ain't givin' it up f'r no paper trash! I'w's bought w' blood, and it ain't gonna be sold fer less!\"\n\nI sighed. We should have come out with a vehicle rather than horses. There might have been no roads for it to drive on, but it would have had a radio to call for backup.\n\n\"I'm not here to justify it, Oakley! The judge already made his ruling, and that's it! If you live on these lands, you're subject to its laws, and you don't get to decide which ones you follow! You will surrender now, and you will comply with the ruling!\"\n\n\"Why Sher'f, I'm surprised you didn't notice! I'm already complying!\" A vicious laughter came from the ranch house.\n\n\"This don't look like no kinda complying I ever heard of!\" one of the sheriff's deputies shouted.\n\n\"Then you ain't payin' attention, boy!\" came the old homesteader's voice. \"Here, lemme make it clearer for ya!\" And another shot whined out, hitting the rock that the deputy was sheltered behind.\n\nAnd the sheriff stared at the impact it left.\n\n\"Are you kidding me, Oakley!\" the sheriff roared. \"What on Earth made you think that this was smart?\"\n\n\"Ain't about bein' smart, Sher'f! It's about bein' right! Now I can't stop you gents from comin' fer my wealth, but I can make sure you only get it piecemeal! And you won't want it if you get it!\" Another shot whined off of the sheriff's boulder.\n\n\"What's he talkin' about, sheriff?\" one of the other deputies asked softly.\n\nBut the sheriff had no time for the boy. \"The longer this takes, the more it costs you too, Oakley!\"\n\n\"Either you was comin' to take it all from me all at once, or I'm givin' it to you slow! Don't matter much to me, Sher'f - and this way's alot more fun!\" Another raucous laugh as shots impacted the rocks.\n\n\"Sheriff, what's going on?\" The deputy said, louder, angrier.\n\nThe sheriff stabbed the man with a fierce glare and pointed to the front of his rock, which the young deputy could see. He studied it as best he could while keeping his head low and safe.\n\nAnd his jaw dropped.\n\nThe impacts on the stone weren't the silvery-blue of lead." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: The notion of werewolves being animalistic beings who turn into maddened monsters under the light of the full moon is mostly propaganda. Very few werewolves are unable to control the curse, most are in fact peaceful, civilised and more hygienic than most humans due to their sense of smell" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“This is the era of acceptance. This is the era where diversity is celebrated, not hidden away or erased! We should be proud of our identities as werewolves. There has never been a better time to announce ourselves to the world, show that we exist with heads held high. I say we step out of the shadow and no longer hide this part of ourselves!”\n\nThus concluded Morgan his fiery speech at the biyearly Assembled Werewolves Of Europe Event. Unintentionally he had raised his fist to empower his words. Some attendees howled when he concluded to show their support, especially the younger crowd nodded and agreed with him. The elders looked somewhere between doubtful and outright disapproving.\n\n“Thank you for your contribution, Morgan. If anyone has questions or objections, raise your hand,” said Winston, the chairman. Immediately, several hands were raised. “Johnathan, come forward and ask your question.”\n\n“Thank you, Winston. Morgan, you say this is an era of acceptance, but we are not just humans, but a brand new species. They will regard us as animals and will hunt us down to dissect us, do experiments on us our even try to weaponize us. We can’t risk that!”\n\n“We live in a civilized society with rules and laws and morals. We are still mostly human and human rights still apply to us and even if not: animals also have many rights. Yes, researchers will be curious and will want to research us. But they can’t do anything without the permission of ethical committees and without the individual’s consent.”\n\n“Okay, so maybe it is safe – and that is a big if because you are naïve if you think no government organization does illegal things. But why should we even? Things are perfectly fine as they are right now.”\n\n“I am a werewolf. It is an important part of who I am and it is a major part of my identity and I no longer want to hide any piece of myself. Additionally, I am sick and tired of the media’s misrepresentation of our kind and I doubt I’m the only one. We are always displayed as savage beasts. Uncontrolled monsters. Freaks of nature. I am done with all the movies and series made about us – without us.”\n\n“Is there anything else you want to say, Johnathan?” The man shook his head and sat down again. The chairman pointed to the next person with her hand raised. Auntie Mary stood up, hunched over her walking stick. She is the oldest present at the event and spoke with a shaking and crackling voice.\n\n“This secrecy, it is part of our culture and tradition. You speak as if this gathering,” she pointed to all the gathered werewolves. “Is a disgrace. But the secret and private congregation is the cause of bonding and it is the reason that we are such a tight-nit community, despite being scattered all over the continent. Breaking with the tradition is breaking our community.”\n\n“This tradition, though I’d rather say it is a practice, of fearfully hiding away in the middle of a forest, was born out of necessity and oppression. The real tradition is coming together every two years. That doesn’t have to stop. On the contrary, I want nothing more than to continue this tradition. But it would be amazing to do this out in the open instead of in the middle of a dense, humid forest full of nasty smells. Maybe we could even sleep in real beds and have excess to proper hygiene. I know everyone is doing their best but regardless of the efforts, some of the folk here are starting to smell a little.”\n\nSome people laughed in agreement. Their sensitive noses could pick up the slightest whiff of sweat and no odourless deodorant was good enough to supress everything.\n\n“So you want to make this a public event. And then, in ten years’ time, companies will commercialize this, selling #werewolf products for double the normal price during one particular month and pretend to care about us while only trying to fill their own pockets? And after that month, they'll go back to being discriminatory, uncarying capitalist assholes?” A random voice shouted from the audience. Morgan sighed.\n\n“Yes, that is a frightening prospect, I’ll admit. We’ll have to try our best to maintain our integrity and refuse to cooperate in such schemes. I’m afraid we can’t fully prevent it though. We can try, however, to get as much money as possible to go towards our less privileged comrades, still living in countries where they will be killed if they out themselves.”\n\n“Thank you for answering Morgan. For whoever shouted that, remember to ask for permission to speak. Is there anyone else who wants to speak?”\n\nSome more hands were raised in the air and over the next hour, Morgan defended his plan against attacks and tried to reassure those who were worried. Eventually, the same questions and objections returned again and again, every time in slightly different words. Eventually, chairman Winston put a stop to this.\n\n“We will have a short break to think this over and then we will vote.”\n\nAfter the break, during which Morgan walked around with his friends and tried to convince as many of the doubters as possible, they all cast their vote on a piece of paper. Chairman Winston collected them all in a box and a tedious process of counting began. All those present watched closely to make sure it happened fairly. Ultimately, the results were handed over to the chairman, who requested everyone to be silent.\n\n“Hereby I announce the result of Morgan’s motion to go out in the open. 109 voted blank, 328 in favour and 173 against. So the motion is accepted and a committee will be put together to execute the motion. Morgan, congratulations.”\n\nHis last words were drowned in the celebratory howling that broke out after he announced the results. Morgan beamed with pride and happiness and immediately grabbed his phone from his pocket to text his boyfriend.\n\n“Hey champ. Miss you, can’t wait to get home. And I have exciting news to tell you! <3”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: You are the first ever artist who has been commissioned to paint the devil. You have no specifications except for \"The devil is evil.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been a strange commission, but then I'd had some odd ones before and this started no differently. I had decided several years before to give up my shop-front as most of my work was now coming from referrals or people who had seen my portraits in galleries and hanging on others walls. At first having a shop seemed the best way to get business but they always wanted you to paint them elsewhere and all the nudes seemed to felt more comfortable in front of an artist in their own home.\n\nHow strange it was to call myself an 'artist', I wasn't supposed to be, I'd never trained as such, just drawn a few pictures at University and people had liked them. They'd passed my name on and before I knew it I hadn't been looking for mechanical engineering jobs for a year and I had more money than I had ever had before.\n\nThe old man who had commissioned my for this picture had called me first, he'd seen my picture at a friend of his house, a Priest called Father Phillipe, an odd man, old and crooked but had insisted that he wanted his portrait to be on a horse. Still, it wasn't my place to judge.\n\nAs always I met him for a coffee to discuss what he wanted. He was an odd little man, grey haired and a neatly trimmed beard, very well dressed with shiny expensive shoes. He he wanted me to paint a friend of his as a birthday present, something a bit different as they'd known each other so long he'd used up a lot of ideas. I didn't mind being a last idea as he hadn't flinched when I had quoted him four times my usual price. Something about this man said money.\n\nThe painting was in Hannover Street and as always I arrived 15 minutes early and studies the house from the outside. It was a strange quirk but I liked to know where people lived in order to judge them. This was a large Georgian front on a street of tall tenement buildings. From the looks of the other buildings they were flats, multiple buzzers adorned the door but this seemed to be a single building. To own this large a building? Definitely as much money as his odd friend.\n\nThe bell tolled a single loud note and eventually what looked like a butler opened it. I opened my mouth to introduce myself but he turned away and with a finger gestured me to beckon. Behind me the door swung closed. He led me up several flights of stairs and then back, deeper into the house. It was an odd construction, the rooms I could see through the open doors seemed too big for the flat and we had walked a long way back, surely the house couldn't have been this deep?\n\nAt long last we reached a small study and I was ushered in wordlessly. Inside, behind a large oak desk sat my subject. He was a small round man, grey haired and he held more than a passing resemblance to the man who had commissioned me. it was oddly strange to get an exact fix on what he looked like and it passed though my mind that might make it hard to pain him but I dismissed the though.\n\nI stuck out my hand and tried to smile but a feeling of unease was growing over me \"Hello, I'm Fred Phillips, here to begin your portrait today\".\n\nHe smiled and his teeth seemed just a little too white and sharp. \"Hello Fred, I've been looking forward to this. I look forward to seeing the finished article.\"\n\nI began to feel a bit better, this was a normal conversation at least \"Well, today we'll get started with some sketching and discussion about what you want this to look like and hopefully by the end of today we'll have a clear idea. Over the next four or five sessions I'll begin and then it'll take me a few weeks to get it finished, during which time I'll work from photos.\" A thought occurred to me \"I'm sorry I don't think I know your name.\" How strange that had only just occurred to me.\n\n\"Don't worry about it\" his smile was back and I didn't worry about it. At the other end of the room I noticed that an easel had been set up so I propped my portable by the door and walked over to see what was prepared. Paints, oils and everything that could be needed was st up. I turned back \"As I said this is only a start today I wont actually be paint...\" A wave of his hand and I was silent.\n\nHe walked over and sat himself down in a chair. It was hard to make out and I squinted, \"the room is a bit... murky\" I ventured and squinted harder. He was now very hard to see exactly and I wasn't sure what was going on.\n\n\"Just relax\" he commanded and I felt myself do so.\n\nI picked up a brush and my hand flew to the paint. No preparation, no drawing, no discussion. My hand flew across the canvas and broad strokes began to be outlined, my hand working fast and furiously. Dark splashes and maddening jabs all across the canvas, I seemed to work without thought and without worry.\n\nHours passed, in a trance I continued and a picture was building up but now that was unclear and I couldn't be sure what I had painted. More and more it went on, faster then slower, red and black gold and dark dark blue. Sweat poured down my face and I felt my blood boil but I could not, would not stop. What felt like hours, days, weeks passed and still I went on.\n\nAt last I stopped and I was done. I peered at the picture, it seemed to show the small round man sitting on a chair but it was so hard to see. He came round and looked and smiled.\n\n\"Perfect, well done that's just right.\" he seemed happy at least.\n\n\"I think, I don't...\" My voice was low and cracked as if I was parched and I realised I was. I took a sip of water from a glass that I now saw \"I can't really see...\" My voice trailed off.\n\nHe seemed to hesitate and then decide \"An artist should see their work\" the smile was back.\n\nI looked and now it was clear. The image was horror, was pain, was terror. The pile of skulls towered and the figure was hate and vile. No words could describe and no paint, I thought, could capture what I had painted.\n\n\"Oh\" I managed. The picture swam in my vision and I blinked and again it was the round man on a chair. I tried to hold onto the previous vision but like a dream in the morning it slipped away.\n\nThe butler was back and I was leaving, walking out, shaking and cold and covered in sweat. At the front door he handed my my easel and it was warped and seemingly scorched.\n\nI walked away from the house and it became clearer in my mind, a simple picture, so much easier to be able to get it done in one go. Another good commission and money in the bank. It was morning and time for a coffee and maybe a sandwich, I was very hungry and I deserved a good breakfast, a job well done." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: You are a forgotten Egyptian God who has slept for thousands of years. You are only as powerful as the devotion of your followers. You wake into the modern world and discover this thing called “streaming”" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I awoke in a stupor. Who am I? How long had I been asleep. What were all those bizarre dreams, and why do I feel so weak. I sat up shakily and looked around. Everything felt wrong. Who am I?\n\nSuddenly, the details came rushing back, I was a literal god. I'd been known by many names through they eons, but most recently, I went by Shai in a powerful nation known as Egypt... but why am I so weak? Why does the world feel so heavy? Where did everything go wrong?\n\nI felt a spark deep down inside of me and things became more clear. At one time, I held dominion over fate. I shaped this reality, and every human in existence praised or cursed me. They all believed rightly that they were at my mercy.\n\nOne day a heritic arose and ruined all belief in me. This humble carpenter's son from a wretched villiage started spreading a message about love, forgiveness, and free will. He claimed service to his God was only meaningful because humans had a choice. People started believing their actions and future were theirs to shape, and my powers of destiny grew weak.\n\nThen one day, to my horror, I realized this faith in free will had created a new god that stood in direct opposition to me. I had tried to stop it with what little power destiny had left. I rewrote his destiny to assure he had a very public and very brutal execution. Victory was mine as I watched him cry out to the heavens as his soul fled his body. No one crosses destiny, nothing is stronger than me, or at least I thought.\n\nThree days later I saw him walk by. I had to be imagining things. All those mortals start to look familiar after a while. Then I noticed the open wounds through his hands and for the first time in my life I was at a loss. It was him and he was very much not dead. He looked me directly in the eyes and I felt a violent chill at the core of my divine essence. I wasn't incarnated. Mortals should not be able to see me. He just looked and said \"I forgive you.\" That's the last thing I remember before blacking out.\n\nAfter gathering my composure at the horrifying powers the mortals had gained, I started taking stock of the world. People seldom truly believed in destiny. That's why I'd slept for roughly 2000 years. I didn't have the power. Fortunately for me, they invented a box that shows plays like the theatres of old. They call it television. I'd apparently gained enough power to wake up because of a type of entertainment they call \"chick flics.\"\n\nApparently women across the globe started believing that there as a man out there designed for them. These lonely mortals cried out to the heavens for destiny to hurry up and send along their fated love.\n\nThat was all I needed to get back to work shaping my powers. At first, I would simply use my weakest powers to create coincidences where a lonesome mortal met another mortal to court. It worked even better when I could time it to occur while they were unknowingly praying to me.\n\nThe gratitude of a prayer answered is a rush mortals can't even comprehend. The surge of divine power is, for lack of a better way to describe it, godly. I could finally see the threads of fate attaching every mortal to each and every event in their future.\n\nI slowly acrued power as people worshiped me indirectly, but it wasn't the same. I got far more power from people worshiping me directly by name. I was going to be fine with this slow crawl to dominence, but then my world changed.\n\nI went incarnated, out in public, to get another lottery ticket. Manipulating fate lets me just win however much I want, so I do this often. The mortal couple I had first brought together where there on my way to the store. They were just sitting on a restaurant's patio waiting for their food. When it arrived they folded their hands to pray. I felt a rush. I was going to get to be right there as a mortal prayed to me.\n\nMy world shattered. My form flickered for a second as their devout prayers went out. They we're praying to HIM. The wretched carpenter's son who got me into this mess. A mere mortal who had defied me. Worse than that, he stole 2000 years of my life. I know I'm immortal, but it still pisses me off. It just got worse when the cross pendant fell out of her shirt. The carpenter's followers wear the symbol of my shame, my failed attempt to snuff him out as a symbol of his power.\n\nI let out a primal scream of rage and stormed off with people staring at me. How could I wake up in a world where mere mortals are worshiped as gods and the true gods are forgotten.\n\nI would find the god of the mortals and usurp him as a good people openly worship. Then, I found this god that I could crush. He was talked about in the news as a world changing force for accidentally uttering the wrong phrase in frustration. He had FIFTY MILLION followers before this all started and gained three million more in spite of anger at him.\n\nMy head spun. I couldn't imagine the power I'd have with half as many followers who were half as devoted. I would far surpass anything I'd done until now. No mere mortal would ever blashpeme against me by speaking of free will. I will rise back to power, and my first step is to do battle with the god of streaming, a mere mortal, who goes by the divine name of PewDiePie. Destiny is coming for your followers, and you better watch out.\n\nEdit: fixed some typos from my phone's autocorrect.\n\nThis is my first time responding to a writing prompt, so any feedback is appreciated." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Write me a totally platonic love story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His name was Harry.\n\nFrom the moment he first saw her, he loved her. He loved the way she walked and the way she carried herself, the way she spoke and the way she smiled. God, was she radiant when she smiled. And the way her hair tumbled down her shoulders, ready to be tousled at any moment, ready to be affectionately played with whenever they sat down together... she was brilliant, really. She was perfection.\n\nDid she have her flaws? Yes. He saw her cry and ball up in the corner and he approached her silently, not knowing what to do, because she was hurting. He didn't know what afflicted her but he could sense it, deep down, almost like he could smell it through her skin. She needed him, almost as much as he needed her. Sometimes she didn't have the energy to shower in the morning and she'd leave the house feeling like a massive ball of grease, even though he knew she wasn't and never would be, and she'd come home and he'd try to prove that to her by giving her all the loving kisses in the world. She didn't brush her teeth as often as she should have but when she kissed him he barely even noticed.\n\nTo him, she was love, life, happiness. Her faults didn't matter, her failures as a person were insignificant. He loved her, wholly and completely, for everything she was. And he had to support that, so what could he do other than sit idly by while she went through breakup after breakup, crying to herself and aching for the pain to stop? She'd curl up on the bed and he would curl up next to her, the warmth between them sometimes enough to make him want to leave but he knew she needed him so he couldn't.\n\nAnd when she slept she dreamed, and her dreams were awful. He felt her pushing against him, her breath hot in his ears, her body tossing and turning as she fought whatever demons were inside. When that happened, he was right there, pushing up against her, kissing her nose until she woke up and found him and fell asleep again, using him as a pillow. As he lay there with her he remembered when they first met, when they'd been flirting with each other, teasing each other, and then eventually loving each other. Their first embrace was magical because she squeezed him gently, and it became something they did ever since. Those squeezes made him so happy.\n\nShe was his world, she really was. There were other people in his life, sure, but none of them were quite as wonderful to him as she was. She had a sister and whenever she wasn't around, he would spend time with the sister; upon reuniting with him she would jokingly tell him how jealous she was.\n\nBut then after years together she stopped coming around as much. There were days, even nights, when he didn't get to bury his face in her skin, didn't get to smell the familiar sweetness of her hair. Sometimes there were several in a row, and there was nothing he could do. He had no way to reach her, no way to tell her how much she missed him. As soon as she walked back in the door he'd throw himself around her, reminding her how much he loved her and how much he wanted her home with him again. She was distant, though, but there was something else on her mind.\n\nShe was happy.\n\nEventually he grew familiar with the source of happiness. It made him jealous, he had to admit, but it made her happy so he dealt with it. He was tall, blonde, handsome, and Harry could feel the overwhelming amounts of love exchanged between the two. He grew scared, he had to admit. He thought he was going to lose her because of how much time she spent away from him.\n\nAnd then everything changed. The world around him changed, the colours shifting in the sky until he was dizzy and lost and hopeless and scared. But then she was there again, loving him, talking to him, reassuring him and telling him that everything was going to be okay. She breathed life back into him and he could see her blonde love standing a few feet away, concern etched on his features as he examined the situation. Harry felt accomplished because he had her back, and as time went by, he realised that she would never be gone again. She spent every night in the bed with him again, and if he didn't want to join her then she'd hunt him down just like she always had and would coax him into snuggling with her at least until she fell asleep. Things were normal again.\n\nOne night, he woke up and rolled onto his other side. He saw her, her features barely outlined in the darkness. He saw the faint smile on her face, the way that she burrowed back closer into the arms of the man that had come into her life all those months ago. He felt the love in the air, the familiarity, the passion and adoration. And he felt his own happiness, too. Things were right now. She was healthy, she was happy, she didn't spend her time lonely and crying anymore. Everything was well. She was better.\n\nHe happily curled up next to her, his body extending along the bed between the pillow and the wall. His tail brushed across her face and tickled her cheek and as he stretched out, he saw her eyes gently open. She saw him laying there and smiled, reaching out to stroke his fur, petting him with the warmth and love that they'd felt for years. They closed their eyes in unison and he purred them back to sleep." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: \"It literally could not get any worse if we summoned Cthulhu, and in fact might improve the situation somewhat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the alien invasion had arrived, humanity had fought back with all they had. They had no choice. The aliens did not seek to enslave them. They sought to eradicate every single one of them. Surrender was never an option. There would be no survivors if the aliens were to win. Everyone on earth knew this.\n\nThat is why criminals, lowlifes, cowards, and all sorts had come out of the woodwork to join their fellow man in fighting back. Unexpected people of the unusual kind. Nothing bands people together like the threat of imminent death upon them. Which brings us to the following outcasts currently planning on dealing with the alien menace...\n\n\"This was not how I envisioned us casting this spell,\" said a tall man in black robes.\n\n\"You mean you haven't thought that we might one day be casting this forbidden summoning from the ancient grimoire surrounded by innocents that look to us as the final hope of humanity?\" asked the smaller man beside him dressed in a similar robe. \"Really? I had always thought we would one day cast it from the insides of a Chuck-E-Cheese at the height of dark ones calendar. Maybe the infinite smell of cheese and dark lord knows what would delight the Great Old One.\"\n\nThey had been on their way to the central underground city of Valinford. It was the hidden hideout of their cult for more than a millennia, guarded by magic so dark that none in the world would be able to even break through it. This is also why it had now served as one of the last bastion of humanity, serving as one of the few remaining headquarters of the remnants of humanity's leadership.\n\nHowever, not soon after the order was given to them, they received word that it had come under attack. The aliens have found them. And the barrier that protected them since the city was first built was not impenetrable to the them.\n\nIt seemed that aliens, being from other worlds, had a far richer diverse weaponry that they could use. Hence, why the cultists gathered there today in the nearest safe zone.\n\n\"No need for sarcasm, Maeven.\" Their old grandmaster stood next to them, hands out and shaking as he too focused on harnessing the energies gifted to them long ago. \"Desperate times call for desperate measures.\" His nose wrinkled slightly. \"Even though there is truth that I cannot tell if the foul stench that permeates the air is that of the dimension beyond us or that fat one's horrid gas.\"\n\nOff to the side near their audience of innocent spectators, a rather large and round man coughs ever so lightly before shuffling away, red in the face.\n\n\"Well, that answers that question.\"\n\nAll five cultists scrunched their faces. Knowing the difference now, it would seem as though the horrid stench only grew stronger. However much they wished they could stop breathing, their spells required them to cycle their breaths every few seconds in tangent to one another.\n\n\"...How long must we keep this up?\" Desoto, one of the youngest of their cult, asked. After deliberation for so long from the council, they have finally been given permission to perform their most guarded summoning spell.\n\n\"Not long, I think?\" said Maeven, his brow sweating.\n\n\"No,\" added the grandmaster. \"Not long at all. In fact, I believe we are done.\"\n\nAt the old man's word, the ground and the heavens seemed to shake. The surrounding civilians and the other cultists had thought the alien bombardments had now begun to arrive.\n\nBut it was something else entirely...\n\nThe Great One came upon the planes of men. His corporeal form made true by the powers of the ancient spell. He had no vocal chords, and yet the surroundings shook and vibrated from what every one could only assume was it's earth-shattering roar.\n\n\"He does not appear to be happy,\" said the tall cultist.\n\n\"Do you think it may be the cheese?\" said Maeven, his jaw wide in awe. \"I think I read once that his feelers were most sensitive to smell.\"\n\nThe fat man from earlier hid himself underneath a table and began to shiver quite badly from fear.\n\n\"I believe...\" said the grandmaster. \"I believe he is not pleased with having those alien ships buzzing around him.\"\n\nCthulhu glared at the alien dreadnoughts above him. With another guttural roar, his eyes suddenly glowed fiercely red. A bright red beam of light cut through the ship that dared to fly right above him. It was cut in half before exploding.\n\nThe alien ships soon gathered around him. They fired all their weapons and sent all their fighters. To the humans below, it was similar to seeing something like a movie of King Kong.\n\nAt this point, humanity cheered for Cthulhu. Because even if the dark being wanted to enslave them, he at least wanted them very much alive. And seeing how much destruction he brought upon the aliens, he did not seem to have the same idea for them." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You're one of the nice horror movie villains. You still look terrifying, but while helping your \"victims\" escape from their predicament, they somehow keep finding creative ways of getting themselves killed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had never quite chosen to be like this, if someone asked me. \"Hey Paul! Want to be a disfigured one eyed asshole with razor sharp teeth and claws that could dig out a bull heart in seconds, I probably would have declined but here I was, stuck in some stupid abandoned hotel. I was never sure why I could not leave this place, perhaps it was hell? Or perhaps I simply was cursed to this area... hell I'm still not sure how one night I fell asleep and ended up like this.. though that was hardly the worst part... the worst part was the.\n\n\"Shh... shhh.. he might hear us.\" A snickering voice called out, skulking the hallway outside of my door.\n\n\"Oh my god! Shut up dave! I'm like going to piss myself if you keep scaring me! Lol\"\n\nTeenagers.... I'm not sure what draws the kids here, perhaps the same curse that turned me into a mess, yet.. I wanted to help, help them live unlike me. I slowly peeled open the door, hearing their movements stop as it creaked open. Ok... last time was a failure, hiding in dark places trying to catch them by surprise doesn't work... he could still remembering the screaming as the woman tossed herself out the window... he had only wanted to catch her by surprise in the hopes she wouldn't run, but... that didn't help anything. Perhaps if he exposed himself earlier, they would fear him less.\n\nFinally the door sprung open revealing my disfigured self to them. \"Please wait, danger will befall you if you....\"\n\n\"RUN!\" I heard the male scream, as they both fled in opposite directions, I tried to stay positive but... splitting up never works. The woman got out her phone, trying to text someone, possibly for help... I would go for the male first, give her time to call help, maybe they could do what he couldn't.\n\nSlowly I wandered down the hallway, I could hear his whimpering. The grandfather clock, he was behind it.... I let out a loud sigh and looked away, pretending to be distracted, hopefully he would flee... he had the chance.\n\n\"WHAT TIME IS IT! KILLING TIME!\" He shouted, giving the grandfather clock a shove, I instinctively flinched, raising my arm, only to find the heavy clock rock back and.... straight to the head... Giving off a small comedic GONG! GONG! As it collided. I crouched by the corpse, touching his neck, dead....\n\n\"OH MY GOD.. YOU! KILLED HIM!\" Came a feminine shriek. Her phone flashing as me. Didn't she call for help? Why was she here?\"\n\n\"I didn't... look! Look! It was just an acciden-\" as I went to pull my hand away, a claw caught his neck, dragging his head with it. I quickly shook the head loose, tossing it towards her, she dropped her phone to catch the head, stumbling back at the sudden shift of weight in her hands and before I knew it.\n\nTHUD\n\nTHUD\n\nTHUD\n\nTHUDDDD\n\nShe had fallen down the stairs, neck twisted and contorted, both her and the males faces facing one another in a tragic display of shakespearean levels. \"Im... sorry.\" Was all I could mutter, sitting myself on the floor, staring over the mess as my claw scrapped against the wooden floorboards, only stopping when it tapped against her phone.\n\n\"Hmm?...\" I picked up the device, staring at it.. there was a play? Button.... I awkwardly shifted my claw up letting the finger tip press against the screen. I could hear her talking before the clock fell... then she came out to talk to me and....\n\n\"Rawr! GRAH! grah! SNRGH!\" Thats what I sounded like? I had been speaking perfectly... at least it sounded perfect to me... no wonder they had been so scared... again it was my fault. I tossed the phone aside, staring up at room 402... crawling my way back inside, next time...\n\nnext time I would save them." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: You are the first person to be 125. Scientists are baffled by your case, since your body stopped aging in your mid twenties. However, all children born within the last century have been dying of unknown causes in their mid twenties. Suspicions are rising that you are somehow responsible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Look, I can explain...” I, after being tied to a chair in a dark room, tried talking to a man in a lab coat and another in a black suit standing in front of me.\n\n“Nice try, punk.” The man in the suit laughed, pointing the light towards my face. “Now talk! What do you know about the murdering of all people in their 20s in the past century?”\n\n“Century?” I asked with a shocked look. “I’m only 20 years old!”\n\n“Quit your lies.” The man in the lab coat shook his head while looking through a bunch of files. “We don’t know your real name, but we found traces of your exact DNA with an age of about 100 years ago in England. There’s no getting out of this.”\n\n“125.” I sighed. “At least get your facts right.”\n\n“My bad, we don’t have the technologies. Not yet, that is.” The lab coat man grinned.\n\n“Anyway, at least tell me who you guys are, and why are you tying me up like this.”\n\n“Very well.” The two man said. “We’re government agents... well, technically, an agent and a scientist. You do not need to know our names, but we’re investigating a murder case spanning a century: all people from 20 to 30 years old got murdered, and so far, the signs are all pointing at you.”\n\n“Me? Why me?”\n\n“Oh please. Is there any other immortal person out there besides you?” The agent asked sarcastically.\n\n“But they could all just coincidentally die.” I said.\n\n“True. Spanning over a century, no one would even think that this is a serial murder case.” The scientist nodded. “But, you see... in all crime scenes, and I mean ALL crime scenes, we found traces of your DNA: hair, bloodstains, even fingerprints. All of them points to you.”\n\n“Me? But I’d never... ohhhhh, now I remembered.” I realized my situation after hearing their story. “Yes. I was there. I think. But I didn’t kill them. I was running away from the real culprit!”\n\n“You... think?” The two of them asked with a puzzled look.\n\n“Well, see, this guy has been chasing me all around the world. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were some casualties, but I can’t exactly pinpoint which is which.”\n\n“Oh really?” The agent raised his eyebrows. “Then where’s your proof?”\n\n“Proof? I don’t... Wait, I have one proof. Let me ask you this: if I was really the culprit, what do you think my motive would be?”\n\n“Well that’s easy.” Both of them answered. “You must be using some kind of dark ritual or secret technology to transfer their life force onto you in order to stay immortal.”\n\n“That’s right! People would think that, right?” I said. “But, I’m not like that. I have my own way of staying immortal. And I’ll show you.”\n\n“You? Show us?” The two of them had a doubtful look on their faces.\n\n“Yeah. Just two things: one, keep it a secret, and two, you might wanna close your eyes.”\n\nAs I finished my sentence, I placed my hand on my chest. A blinding orb of light formed on my hand, illuminating the entire room. As I slowly moved my hand further away from my chest, out came a beautiful sheathed sword with craftsmanship enough to wow every single blacksmith, dead or alive.\n\n“Done.” I said. “There you go.”\n\n“So, you’re telling me that this sword...”\n\n“Sheath. It’s the sheath.” I interrupted. “Why does everyone think that it’s the sword?”\n\n“Okay, fine, sheath. So you’re telling me that this sheath is the reason you’re immortal?”\n\n“Yeah that’s about it.”\n\n“Prove it, then.”\n\n“I literally just pulled this thing out from my chest. What else there is to prove?”\n\n“Just because you pulled it out from your chest doesn’t mean it helps you stay immortal.”\n\n“Oh, sure, like just because you’re correct doesn’t mean you’re right.” I retorted.\n\n“Look, we’re not going to accept this as a valid evidence... wait, do you hear something?” The agent was talking when he suddenly stopped to listen to his surroundings.\n\n“Hear? Hear what?” Both The scientist and I asked.\n\n“I just heard something... Some sort of... clanking sound, I think.” The agent said.\n\n“Clanking sound?” I said. It didn’t take long for me to realize what that sound meant. I quickly turned to the two before me:\n\n“Get me out of here. Fast. He’s coming.”\n\n“He? You mean the guy in your story?” The agent laughed. “The walls in this room are 10-centimeters thick steel, and the building is completely camouflaged to be undetectable from the outside. I dare this person you speak of can even get in here...”\n\nAnd those were their last words.\n\nA loud burst through the walls, and the two of them were already lying dead, their heads flown away like a ball shot towards the goal. In front of me was a young man with silver hair and a feminine face, his one mechanical arm soaked in blood.\n\n“H-hey there Bedi old pal. How’ve you been?”\n\n“I believe it’s time you returned the sword, my king.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You've gained the gift of necromancy, ability to raise armies of undead. But you're just a nice person and have no desire to take over the world" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the two unexpected visitors left my mansion, I closed my front door behind them. My roommate Mark was still in shock, with eyes wide and face flushed.\n\n\"Was that who I think it was?\" he demanded.\n\n\"If you think it was a very nice man and woman from the Van Helsing Institute, then yes, you'd be correct.\"\n\nMark was a pleasant enough fellow, but he had a tendency to get over excited. I was renting out one of the many rooms in my mansion for a extortionarily low rate. But there is a... smell associated with necromancy, so I was mostly just glad to have some human company. Putting up with his few small personality quirks was a small price to pay.\n\nMy answer seemed to upset him more. \"I've heard of them! Vampire hunters! And what do you do? You invite them in, talk about the weather and the neighborhood, and then let them go like everythings normal. For heaven's sake, Jason, they exist to destroy people like you!\"\n\n\"They exist,\" I responded, \"To destroy evil. I am not evil.\"\n\n\"Don't give me that,\" Mark said, exasperated, \"I've seen what kind of stuff you get up to in the basement. The army of zombies for example.\"\n\nI'd never made any effort to hide anything from any of my tenants. It was so much worse if they found out on their own, without me being there to properly explain things.\n\n\"I have a number of cadavers, people who have donated their bodies to science after their deaths. And that's exactly what I've done to them. Science! I really am in this for the science after all.\"\n\nMark was not convinced. \"Are you sure you should have just let them go? They know where you are now.\"\n\n\"What else would I do? I don't know how to convince you of this, Mark, but I'm really not a murderer.\"\n\nSure the agents from Van Helsing suspected what I am. The creepy mansion, isolated in the creepy woods. My ageless face. The smell. They routinely just dropped by on locations like mine. If I were evil, then I would attack them, and they would defend themselves. And honestly, despite my army of horrors and my preparation, they would probably win. That's exactly how my old master died, actually. I was determined to learn from his mistakes. Sure I had a few truly terrible creatures that I was quite proud of. A undead cyborg bear, with shark teeth, and some buffalo parts thrown in. A flock of modified undead ravens that could devour an elephant in seconds and leave no trace. But the only time I had ever used them was when a band of werewolves had tried to move into my territory.\n\nOrdinary humans have nothing to fear from me, so I have nothing to fear from them. Five hundred years ago, maybe. Maybe I would have created an army of undead and carved myself out a kingdom of evil. Zombies are scary in a sword fight, but it's really not too simple to teach them to use guns. These are modern times, and modern times call for a more civilized necromancer.\n\nAll the old masters of necromancy failed to understand that. I was determined not to let this knowledge die with me.\n\nI am Jason Blackstone, and I am the last necromancer." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Fantasy and Science Fiction collide as an intergalactic empire descends upon a world of dwarves, elves, orcs, dragons and other fantasy creatures." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We find our heroes on a riveting adventure to retrieve the Chalice of Healing to revive the dying king of the largest empire in the realms. They are travelling the final stretch of road to the Crypts of Doom where the Chalice is rumoured to be guarded by a fearsome Bone Dragon and it's minions.\n\nThey are tired but eager for the fight as it has been a rather uneventful trip with few side quests.\n\n\"Do you have to introduce us every time?\"\n\nIt's important for the new readers!\n\n\"Fine, can we get on with it?\"\n\nOf course.\n\nOur adventurers plod along the cobblestone road, enjoying a cool midday breeze that brushes away the late spring heat.\n\n\"Better than a rainstorm,\" Paladin Morgoth said, itching at the armour around his neck as it chafed, \"should have bought that mule in town.\"\n\nHe grumbled the last words but everyone heard him.\n\n\"It wasn't worth it, we've been over this,\" Festus, the Dwarf, spat out. He waddled along on short legs and was beyond tired of the much taller Paladin and his whining.\n\n\"We're almost there anyway,\" Lorathi, the Elf of course, said as she pointed up to the mountain peaks. The stairs won't be more than a few hours from here.\n\n\"Would have been easier with a mule,\" Morgoth said, more quietly this time.\n\n\"Morgoth a little bitch.\"\n\nEveryone chuckled as Morgoth turned red and sputtered at Kelraz. The troll had just finally started to understand humour and was using it to his full advantage.\n\nMorgoth didn't say anything more though, the troll and his enormous club were more than enough to dissuade a retort. Instead he sullenly continued walking.\n\nBarely a mile later both Lorathi and Remin Woodcaller, the Wood Elf, both held up a hand. Remin quickly disappeared into the forest side while Lorathi readied her bow. There was a slight crunch of wood underfoot and the party spun to face the new threat.\n\nAn orc burst from the tree line and all the members raised their weapons and let out roaring battle cries as...the orc ran right past them.\n\nThen another, and another. Kobolds and goblins weren't far behind. From the mountain a devastating screech filled the air as a terrific Bone Dragon lifted off from the peak and began a southerly flight. On the stairs that were barely visible hundreds of zombies and crypt warriors streamed down towards the road.\n\n\"What that?\" Kelraz pointed with his club at the sky. A fireball stretched almost as far as they could see, descending towards the earth. They slowly began to retreat backwards and then broke into a full sprint alongside their former enemies.\n\nThey ran until they could not anymore, their legs would no longer carry them with all their weapons and armour and packs. They stopped for a moment and turned. The fire in the sky had disappeared but was replaced by a gray shape that was leagues in length. Smaller shapes began to break off from the large one and fill the air with a shrieking noise as they scattered in many directions with immense speed.\n\nWill our heroes find out who these newcomers are? Will they be friend...or will they be foe?\n\nFind out next week, on -\n\n\"What the fuck is going on!?\"\n\nThat's rude, you'll just have to wait for next week. Like everyone else." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 500-600 words. Prompt: The reason your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die is that your memories are being transmitted somewhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Collector heard the bell ring and slid down from her prone position high in the library. The circular room held billions upon billions of stories from infinite of worlds all stacked up high, high to the ceiling which disappeared into darkness above. And yet, still there was room for more.\n\nThe Collector knew no other life than collection and for as long as she could remember there were more stories to gather and bottle in a crystalline substance that kept them secure and safe. She was never bored; there were always more stories, and there was always more work to do.\n\nShe herself had no stories. She never lived a life beyond the library. Outside was only a desolate empty expanse that went on for as far as she could see in every direction. She had no reason to leave, to live. She did not eat. She did not breathe. She did not sleep. She only collected.\n\nSliding from the top of the ladder to the bottom floor, The Collector passed countless lifetimes from innumerable lifeforms. At the bottom of the ladder was a spacious reading room filled with old oaken furniture and a crackling fireplace. Near one side of the room was a small golden shoot that led to a pearlescent bowl.\n\nShe walked over, slightly unsteady, and peered into the bowl. Inside were ten translucent eggs and inside those a multitude of colors swirled and twisted and danced as if they were alive.\n\nHer work desk was close by and held everything she needed, bottles, bowls, and a single, exquisite metal tipped feather pen. She began.\n\nTaking each egg, one by one, she cracked them open so the twirling colors poured into the bottles. After stoppering them all, she picked up the pen and wrote a single number on each. She was up to the trillions.\n\nShe then placed each bottle, ever so carefully, in a leather bandolier specially designed to carry them and ascended back up the ladder, to the very top of the library, where the bottles would be placed until it was time.\n\nAgain the bell rang and The Collector, confused, stopped her work and looked down, down into the depths below. She could barely make out the shiny bowl and in it was another egg.\n\nShe sighed and finished placing the bottles before descending the ladder again.\n\nAs she neared the bowl, she noticed that this egg was different, larger, full of blacks and blues and deep purples and knew it was time.\n\nThis was the final story, the final life to be collected and cataloged and put away until, until…\n\nThe Collector shook her head. She didn’t know what happened next. She had never lived, only collected.\n\nShe took the story—the life—of the universe and cracked it into a bottle and placed it on the smooth, dark oak of her desk. From a drawer she pulled out a strange silvery contraption and a small oval decanter of dust. Taking a fistful of dust in each hand she clapped hard and watched as gossamer strands shot out in every direction, linking each bottle to the next.\n\nShe placed the universe-yolk into a silver arm and watched as it was emptied and swirled into oblivion.\n\nShe smiled.\n\nReincarnation was tricky business, but this device, a millennia in the making, was finally able to be used.\n\nThe Collector stood, slowly, deliberately, left the library, and locked the door. She breathed in, she breathed out, and walked into the distance." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: A Roman Legion travels deep into the African Congo on a diplomatic venture and encounters something million years extinct. A lone praetorian returns to an outpost on the outskirts of the empire to retell the horrific event." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The air is cool here. Fog rises off the gardens and the air is heavy with the perfume of flowers. A shout comes from the tower. Stranger approaching from the south.\n\nThere is nothing to the south. Just sand and dust and perhaps, if the barbarians are to be believed, the bones of monsters.\n\nHe is a tattered man. Along the march he lost his sandals. The bottom of his feet are bloodied. Rags hang off the bones of his shoulders and hips. He only alive through the grace of the gods.\n\nBefore he can be shown to the commander he must be cleaned. Fed and dressed as well. Rewarded - not yet. It is not known if he deserted.\n\nThe water almost kills him. He screams like a babe, thrashing in the pool and sobbing for his mother, his father, his commander... He begs for death.\n\nIt is not given to him. Soon he is silent. The slaves scrub him until he is clean. His wounds are not grievous. As he is being dressed a sentry mutters that he is not yet a man. The armor must be stolen.\n\nWhen food is brought to him, he does not eat. Bread agrees with him though. He is not allowed to gorge himself.\n\nThe commander asks about it the others. A hundred thousand strong, it had been whispered, a host of the strongest and most loyal. The men who feared nothing.\n\nThey are all dead. The boy looked stunted. Fear had stolen his nerve and his will, but not his honor.\n\nThey had walked of thousands of leagues. When they entered a valley the sun and stars were lost to them. There were monstrous things - half men with sloping torsos and sharp teeth, cats twice the size of a horse made of fire and smoke, beasts with snakes for noses and tusks like a boar that roared like a thousand trumpets.\n\nDeeper they must have walked. The jungle must have been Pluto's garden. Everything brought death.\n\nThey did not have a hundred thousand men, only five thousand. By the time they found it - the thing of nightmares, the titan's aborted fetus - they numbered in the hundreds.\n\nIt came at night, drawn by the fires.\n\nIt was here the boy stopped. He trembled. His teeth ground so hard they might have broken in his mouth. But his had honor, and spoke of what he had seen.\n\nIt must have been drawn by the fires. Maybe it remembered the hell it had come from, or in the flames it saw strength.\n\nThe appearance was sudden. It fell near the fire, stirring it up and sending sparks into the air. It had small claws and was armored like a fish. It was not large. The boy gestured to his waist. He was missing half his hand. About the size of war dog. It had wings like a bat.\n\nIt drank the fire. The gods gave it power and it rose up and slaughtered a hundred the first night.\n\nThe host fled through the hell garden. Some were felled by the plants, the beasts. One man awoke screaming in the darkness. Insects had eaten away at his flesh. They swarmed through his mouth and nose and the sockets of his eyes.\n\nAfter that no one slept.\n\nWas that how the boy lost his hand? No. That was on the fifth day.\n\nThe men had begun to go mad. Every tree was the same. Every rock and puddle and patch of dirt.\n\nThey came to a cliff. They must climb it, someone said. So they did.\n\nThe boy was quick. Some men were quicker and stood along the top of the world and helped the others up. When the boy pulled himself over he saw the piles of bodies and called below. The is death above, wearing the face of their brothers. One of the men tried to kill him. Instead he lost half of his hand to a rock. It was crushed and mangled. The boy hauled himself up and scrambled away.\n\nHe left the men and headed north. The host was scattered. The boy walked north. He could see the sky again. His hand felt tight and hot. His fingers turned white, then red. On the fifth day he gnawed them off.\n\nThe seventh he lost one sandal. He threw the other away, and in a fit of madness stripped off his clothes. The forest became thinner. He was burnt by the sun. There was not water, not food. Once he saw a golden eagle and followed it. But there was no eagle. On the ninth day he found a man hung from a tree.\n\nThe boy stripped the body of clothes and dressed himself in the dead.\n\nAs he walked north his hand leaked blood and his feet cramped and trembled. One night he built a fire. It started a great fear in him. He was brave enough to put his hand inside and stop the rot from spreading. Afterwards he crawled away and cried until the sun rose again.\n\nAs he walked he left the grasslands. He wanted to see water. He wanted to die.\n\nOn the ten day he saw the beast again. Or it may have been a different one. It had the body of dog, upright. It had long claws and chattered like a bird. It was the size of a man's leg, from the ground to his knee. There was a flock of them. They called to each other. The boy followed them.\n\nThe creatures took down a beast - the one with a snake for a nose. It had leather for skin and wailed as it died. After the dog-beasts left the boy ate what he could.\n\nThe boy stopped there. What else? They was nothing else. He hand come to the sand and walked. His voice was quiet. Tired. His body told the toll his voice could not.\n\nCould he die now? No. Not yet. More would want to hear of this." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: The way the ritual worked was that everyone made a wish affecting the person to their left. Someone gave the tomboy gigantic bazongas. She couldn't pretend to be too mad though; she'd turned the guy next to her into a girl..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Ritae\n\nThe coven really did have a plan before the ritual started but once they all stripped off their cloaks and stepped into the light that fell to pieces. Val wasn't the type to show off her body so she knew they would be excited at the sight of her. She was too focused on the nuances of the ritual to build the coven to the seven that it required. She relied on Luna to do that. Thus the five men in the circle were intimately familiar with her body but not one of them had seen Val without her bulky black accouterments.\n\nVal saw the hungry looks in their eyes.  She had no plan to let them throw her on the ground and use her. That's what Luna did.\n\nOnce the demon was summoned the wishes could begin. Each would get three wishes. No wish could affect the person who asked it.  The first would be to the left then the right and then the left again.\n\nThe first round went off perfectly. The people around the circle all did as they were asked. They gave money or power or talent to the person to their left. Luna was the first to break from the plan. In hindsight Val wasn't surprised one bit. \n\n\"I wish Ben had a curved penis like first boyfriend.\" Luna loudly proclaimed.  In that instant Ben became rock hard and then his straight cock began to curve up slightly. Luna licked her lips.  \n\nBen was erect and in charge of Val's wish.  It was supposed to be an extension of her life span but he had other thoughts. \"I wish Val had big luscious tits with hyper sensitive nipples.\" \n\nThe eyes of the coven were on her as her breasts inflated before their eyes, her areolas grew and her nipples thickened. \"Great, now I look like Goth Barbie.\" Val said as the long straight black hair that covered her tits before now fell away.\n\nLooked at the person next to her.  Lex was staring at her breasts and stroking his comically small penis. He had asked for it to be longer, but after looking down at her new found floatation devices, she decided they needed more women in this circle. \n\nOtherwise she and Luna would be servicing five men themselves. Val is usually into girls but she has had fun with guys before and the sensitivity of her nipples were putting her in the mood. \"I wish Lex was a woman. A young, tight, petite woman.\" \n\nLex's eyes got wide and the smirk across his face faded. He already was small for a guy but he shrank slightly and grew to bumps for breasts crowned with tiny pink nipples. His plump slightly and his small penis shrunk into a vulva as a vagina formed. The skinny man was now a shivering woman.\n\n\"P-please wish me back when it comes back to me.\" Lexi whispered to Eli who nodded. \"I-I wish Eli had a huge dick.\"\n\nEli smiled as he got the wish he wanted. His member became pornstar material in seconds. It honestly looked like it would be a challenge to handle but one that Val was now considering. She looked over to see Lexi's eyes wide. \n\nSatisfied with his wish Eli stuck to the script and wished for Rory to have the endless sexual stamina he always wanted. So he in turn wished for Gary to have that muscular physique he always wanted.\n\nLuna had wanted the power to hypnotize people but Gary instead wished away her gag reflex. \"I guess I can get people to do what I want that way too.\" She giggled. \n\n\"I wish Gary had no refractory period!\"  She triumphantly announced. His balls grew slightly.\n\n\"I wish Rory looked like a hermaphrodite version of Riley Reid.\" Gary said with a laugh as Rory changed into a slim latina porn star.\n\n\"Dude!\" Riley almost moved but that would have broken the ritual. The other wishes would disappear too. Then the sexual began to hit her and she began to finger her new vagina. Suddenly she was horny and she desperately wanted to go all night. \"I wish Eli had no refractory period.\"\n\nThe room got quiet as they realized how unhinged the ensuing orgy would be. \"I wish Lex had a cum addiction.\"\n\n\"What!?!\" Lexi spat out, but she was too hungry for cum to think straight. \"I wish Val had the ability to shape shift her genitals between pussy and cock.\n\n\"I never would have thought of that but thanks.\" Val laughed. Now she was in the mood for an orgy. \"I wish that Ben had the ability to shift between genders.\" \n\n\"And I wish Luna was a contortionist.\" A feeling washed over the circle \n\nEnd Part one" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: A tsunami wipeouts residents who lived near the beach in a coastal tourist town and rescue can’t find any bodies. The next day it happens again but the residents return with the surf. All are back but are different somehow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Miss, can you hear me?” Viviane asked the blank-eyed woman. She did not stir at her words, only continuing to stare at the waves lapping at the shore.\n\nThe waters seemed so calm now — almost inviting — and that was what caused her hair to stand on end. Just two days had passed since a tsunami had washed through this village, taking every inhabitant with it as it pulled back out into the ocean. A tragedy, but not unheard of. Yesterday, however, when the tsunami had returned and brought back the villagers with it, was an unnatural thing. Even more so was what the water had done to them.\n\n“She has no words to say either, Jase.” He looked over at her with weary eyes and gesturing to one of the others, one she didn’t know by name but had noticed helping Jace organize those who had come to aid this storm-wrecked village. He had a scar that cut a line through the left side of his beard. “None of them say anything. They just stare at the cursed waters as though they want to go back to wherever they were dragged off to.” The scarred man led the woman away, pulling her by the arm, but she still did not turn her head away from the waves.\n\nViviane did not know who had first said it, but one of the many who had come to help any of the survivors of the tsunami had called the people waterworn, and the name had stuck. It was a fitting name; the time the waterworn had spent in the ocean had worn away their voices and their minds.\n\n“Don’t even speak of such things, or you’ll invite it to happen,” Jase said, pressing his thumb to his chest to ward off evil. Viviane had always felt sailors paid too much mind to curses and ritual, but no longer. She would be foolish to ignore his wisdom in a time like this and so pressed her thumb to her chest as well, hoping she did so with the correct hand. He nodded to her in approval. “I thought bringing them away from the water might do them good and Ritvik agreed,” he said, casting a glance toward the scarred man walking away from them. “He tells me they seemed to become more aware the further he brought them from the water, but when they became clearheaded enough to move or speak on their own, they simply screamed and made every attempt to come back here. And as they did, they became just as waterworn as before.”\n\n“Dozens of people from five different villages, and none of us know anything that can help,” Viviane said, shaking her head. She gathered the loose hairs that fell to her face and ran her hand through her hair as she took in the ocean view. “What did it do? What was out there?” Jace followed her gaze for a moment before averting his eyes from the water.\n\n“Too much is out there. Most of it is beyond us and better left alone.” She couldn’t help but wonder whether it would leave them alone. Unnerved by Jace’s words, Viviane couldn’t help but feel like the water looked back at her. “It’ll likely come down to just a handful of us, anyway. Most of these people come from villages that do not touch the ocean. What could they know that would help here?”\n\n“What could we?” she asked with a scoff. “I’ve never seen a mind washed clean by the water nor heard of someone who returned from being swept into the depths.” Jace sighed, taking a long look down the sandy shore.\n\n“We do what we can. Those of us who live by the ocean know our tales of its traps and wrath. Some have even experienced some of them personally. One must come to mind if we can just learn more about what happened. Come, Viviane. There’s still waterworn that are missing and more of the shore to search.”\n\nSearch they did, finding more waterworn that stared out into the waters that had spat them out, ignoring their states of injury, hunger, or thirst. They led them back to the village and handed them off to the others who awaited to care for them. None were able, or at least not willing, to say anything of what had happened to them.\n\nAs the day passed, Viviane found herself more and more reluctant to leave the village. A fog rolled in over the water that grew more thick by the hour and her feeling of being watched only grew with it. Jace must have felt it too, for he did not fight her when she said they should stop hunting for more clues and had fallen silent the way he only ever did when he prayed.\n\nThe only feeling of security came from standing with the others who still had their wits about them, but even that feeling was a fleeting one. It faded as they all watched the direction of the water along with the waterworn. The fog twisted on itself and inched closer and closer to the village.\n\nRitvik was the first to scream in horror and many soon followed as they spotted something drifting in the fog. Viviane’s heart pounded as she looked to find the shape of what they had found. She saw it, all white and nearly matching the color of the fog, was a ship. But not a ship for men, nor any mortals. It floated on the sky instead of the water and did so turned upside down, its hull lifted to face the sky.\n\n“The Kaluche.” Jase clamped his hand around his mouth, but he had already spoken the name of the ship aloud. Soft chanting of voices speaking in an unknown tongue echoed over the water in response. There was only one legend Viviane had heard that matched the sight before them, and it spoke of death.\n\nAs the ghostly ship made its way out of the roiling fog, the waves were no longer calm. The water it passed over churned and pulled away from the shore, exposing the ocean floor.\n\nFear seizing hold of her mind, Viviane couldn’t help but think that she had pressed the wrong thumb to her chest after all. They had failed to ward off the evil before them.\n\nr/Inder" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: \"The woods have their own rules.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had always felt at home in the woods. From when she was a toddler, able to escape from her parents watchful eye, she would come to the forest. They would find her within the trees, laughing and playing with the leaves. A few times they found her running with the young animals, neither showing fear of the other. They would flee when her parents came, but no harm was ever dealt.\n\nAs she grew older, and began to help out her parents with chores, she would still gravitate towards the woods. She would claim they called to her. Many times she would need reminding of what needed to be done, as she watched them with a distracted gaze. She was always ready to take any job that required her to go in. With her instinctive connection, she could harvest greater quantities of wild herbs and plants than the other villagers.\n\nWhen she was old enough, her parents sought to find her a partner. They would never stoop to arrange a marriage, but hoped a nice boy would take her. But no matter what they gave her, none could rival her love for the woods. Try as her parent might, her heart belonged to something more than them.\n\nHidden from them, she found she could use a power inside her. It sung to the woods, expressing joy at her connection. With it, she could grow plants, heal animals, create blessings. It was a strength to be hidden, as magic was seen as an evil force. Only those who gave themselves penance were allowed to use it. It was not something to be enjoyed.\n\nPerhaps inevitably, her secret was found out. One of her hopeful suitors followed her in secret one night. He wished to find out what held her heart so much, and see if he could replace it. But seeing her cause a wilting sapling to grow, gave him a change of heart. He snuck away, leaving the village to send word to the Mage Hunters.\n\nThey took the word seriously, as they always did. They descended on the village when she was in the woods, oblivious to the danger. They soon found her gone, and a pair of penitent casters sought to find her. They soon did, observing as she sung to a herd of deer. They judged her as guilty, and immediately set foot to find her.\n\nThe trees alerted her to their intentions. Their anger at the possibly of their human lover being harmed was immense. The plants and animals echoed their rage, the woods refusing to let her be hurt. With their strength behind her, she met with the Hunters.\n\nThey demanded she go with them, and repent for her sins. Their laws dictated that she seek forgiveness, or death. They were used to mages fleeing in terror before them, or putting up a futile fight. So they were shocked as the ground shook as she refuted their demands. Her final sentence chilled them, as they realised how far she had fallen.\n\n\"The woods have their own rules.\"\n\nThey tried to force her down, to bind and take for execution. But the woods showed no mercy. Vines wrapped around branches shot down, dragging a few into the air by their necks, hanging them. Birds flocked others, tearing them apart little by little as sparrows worked alongside owls and hawks. The couple left tried to run, but were brought down by wolves, throats torn open with brutal speed.\n\nShe personally went to the man who sold her out. He tried to flee, but roots burst upwards, wrapping around him and holding him fast. She frowned at him, ignoring his stammering apologies and pleas for forgiveness. She touched his forehead, and for the first time used a dark side of her power.\n\nHe twitched, falling as strength was drained from him. His eyes stayed open in fear, as a terrible decay began to work through his body. He was awake throughout it all, as he bloated and burst, before drying and rotting away. Finally, it reached his head, and put him out of his misery.\n\nWithout a backwards glance to her old village, she wandered deeper into the woods. She was home now." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: One day you suddenly get ability to see through any human eyes in existence. Thats pretty cool, until discovering you can see weird places, like the deeps of the ocean, space and \"that weird place\"." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nico spent many days alone, the better days were spent with the man who came by to drop off his month’s worth of food. The man didn’t share his name, he wasn’t allowed to. When the man said that he wouldn’t be allowed to drop off food or visit if he shared any personal details about him.\n\nWhen he dropped the bag of food off, he spent an extra hour playing cards with Nico. Nico’s job was to sleep because when he slept, he saw life through the eyes of other humans. At first, he thought they were simply realistic dreams from watching too much television. His parents thought the same, but when the dreams failed to stop and when the dreams lasted days at times, he was sent to the hospital.\n\n“I dreamed that I was the President,” Nico told the agent, who had been informed by the sheriff, who had been informed by the doctor.\n\n“And how did you know that it was the President?” the agent asked.\n\n“Well, I saw his office and I saw him looking at himself in the mirror and I heard him talking to his doctor about his private part was hurting and I sa-”\n\n“That’s plenty, son.” the agent said, cutting Nico off.\n\nThe agent left the room to call a dozen of his superiors who called a dozen of theirs. The next time the agent came back, there were more people dressed in uniforms.\n\n“Can you tell us again about what you saw? About everyone.” the agent asked.\n\nAnd so Nico told them. He told them about the astronauts, he told them about the deep sea divers, and he told them about the pillar. He always regretted talking about the pillar.\n\nThe dreams didn’t come often, but any time Nico dreamed about the pillar, he was instructed to write down everything he remembered about the dream. Where he was, what color the sky was, what color the pillar was, the weather, where the sun was, how high up the room he was in was, any identifiable characteristics about the person he was in the dream. They wanted everything and Nico was taken away to a cozy home in the countryside. His parents weren’t allowed to visit, his friends weren’t allowed to call him.\n\nThe agents let his parents stay with him at first, they let his friends come over, but the dreams started coming less frequently. He too often dreamed of aquarium workers, professional athletes.\n\n“Why does he need to be isolated?” his mom asked the agents.\n\nThe agent took her away, she was gone for the better half of the day. Nico saw her talk to his dad, they normally fought a lot, but they talked calmly. That alone was a scary sight for Nico. The two came to his room and they asked him to sit down. They held his hand together.\n\n“You have a job to do, Nico.” his dad said to him.\n\n“We’ll be waiting once you’re done,” his mom said. “No matter how long it takes.”\n\nNico was alone then aside from the games of cards, the canned foods, the cans of water, the phone he was only supposed to use if he dreamed about the pillar. He slept, he learned to sleep for long periods of time. Nico didn’t know it, but most of the foods were altered, strong doses of melatonin added to everything he had. He was always sleepy, losing weight faster than any child should.\n\nBut he slept and he dreamt. He still enjoyed the sights he’d see as a pilot, as a school teacher, or even as a dad playing catch with his son.\n\nHe closed his eyes and before he opened them, he smelled the stale air. He smelled the mold growing on the concrete, the rusted metal bars that lined the window. He couldn’t control the people in his dreams, he was an observer here. He waited for the sight, he waited for the pull. He watched as the person he was dreaming of looked at their hands, knuckles bloody. Nico wondered what happened and as he felt the pull, he felt his hands fly to the opposite wall. His hands were burning, pain exploding throughout his body.\n\nHe’s punching the wall to avoid the pull, Nico thought.\n\nIt was clever, it was the first time Nico had seen anyone try that, but the pull was too much and the person faced towards the bars. He faced the pillar. The pillar was a brilliant green today, it shined bright, making the lake surrounding it an emerald that would be easy to describe after. He tried his best to remember the scene, where the sun was, how high up the room was, anything that had changed since the last dream. When the pull was over, he felt drained. Nico watched as his host cried, he felt the tears himself, the shortness of breath, the choking.\n\nNico woke up and walked to the phone, it didn’t even take them a full ring for them to pick up.\n\n“It happened again.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Everyone has amnesia except for one person. That person is faking amnesia so no one knows they remember The Incident." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "September 23rd, the forgotten day. That is at least what we call it now. No one remembers that day and no one can figure out why we can’t remember it. But I know why we can’t remember it because I do remember what happened that day. It was our first contact with aliens.\n\nThere wasn’t any special reason for September 23rd. It’s just the day they arrived. Though they didn’t arrive in spaceship. They just appeared, but it was like they had already been there. I could not tell where they were exactly, it felt like here and there and some over there too. Spread all over, but not everywhere. In some areas they were a bit more there than other places.\n\nI’m sure someone asked if they were intelligent. If there was a lot of intelligent life in the universe. I’m sure people asked many questions. But we don’t remember any of the answers because they wanted to know about us too.\n\nt was truly an accident; they were telepathic and wanted to speak to us. So, they connected to our minds. But they were much grander than us and the telepathy was a two-way street. I saw the vastness of space, each star and planet. The vastness engulfed me.\n\nThen I felt the other minds. They had touched the minds of more people. Of everyone. I felt their thoughts and their feelings flowing into my mind. It filled me and the overflowed, like my mind was trying to stand in a to rushing river. It was a losing effort as it was swept away. I did not even know if I was in my body or someone else’s body or a body at all\n\nBut they didn’t just want to know about us now, but our past too. I could feel them reach backwards in time and find a life. In a single instance, I experienced the whole life. All the pain, sorrow, happiness, love, every feeling, every thought, every perception made by them. All in a single instance. Then the next life. My mind could not take it, nor could anyone else’s. We turned off, experiencing it, but just as it passed through us. Not confronting a single piece of it.\n\nThey may have gone through every person or realized what had happened and stopped. I do not know, but they did bring me back. Brought my mind into a safe cocoon. I could feel the sorrow their actions had caused in them. They asked what my wish was. How could they make it better?\n\nForget. All I could ask was for everyone to forget it. Make it so this never happened. They agreed. Except for me. Their deeper contact had left me…..different. They must have helped my mind so they could talk to me. I could not forget, but I could handle it.\n\nEveryone else woke up on September 24th, with no idea of what had happened the day before. Scientist tried to explain it, priests tried to explain it, however most people just kept living their lives. I can tell the aliens are still out their though. Waiting for a better chance to interact with us. Personally, I hope they don’t try again. Never again." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: The snow buried your house to the point where even wind vanes are buried. You live alone, and you start to notice things that hints that you're not alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It hadn't been this bad in years. The power was out, the phones were down, and the only entertainment I had was my phone for the next forty-five minutes until it inevitably died. I knew that I'd have to dig my way out, but I was too comfortable sitting by the fire I'd made for myself in the middle of the living room.\n\nThe worst part about the snow was that it made things quiet. You know quiet when you step outside in the middle of a snow storm, and even as the wind shrieks through the trees, everything is still and silent. Everything is still when it's covered in snow, but the house creaks and everything on the inside makes noise, just like your body would: the outside is frozen, but the innards work.\n\nWhen day two came there were signs of outside survival. I could hear people shouting outside, and that was exactly how I woke up. Good. I'd let them dig me out instead of trying to replicate the tunnel dad did when I was a kid, the last time this happened. I was bored inside, but at least I had the notebook, and the ability to sleep.\n\nIt was a content, temporary lifestyle for now that would end in me getting stircrazy. I didn't mind it so much at first, but when I started hearing doors shut, I wondered if the frigid temperatures were already getting to my head...\n\nI wasn't crazy. I saw it shut right in front of me. Doors, cabinets, my own closet! What made it worse was the footfalls. Someone else was here. They must have crept in at some point before the storm really got bad, but have they really gone unnoticed for two days, only to get careless? I mean... I could have dealt with a ghost sharing space with me just fine, but another person?\n\n\"Ow! Dammit! Come out here and apologize!\" I had lost my temper after the door slammed on my hand, crippling my already stiff fingers.\n\nBut nothing happened. There was no sound. No emergence of a new character into the story of my snowy adventure.\n\n\"Hello!\" Came the shout from outside. \"Hello!! Can you hear us?\"\n\n\"Oh god dammit,\" I swore, turning and rushing to the direction of their voice.\n\nThey assured me that I would be safe and warm elsewhere soon. I was being evacuated from the house, but I couldn't just leave it behind without my mystery solved.\n\n\"Please,\" I begged them. \"I need just five more minutes.\"\n\nAfter some negotiating, they conceded, and I went back to the room where the door closed on my hand. When I tried to pull it open this time, however, it was difficult. I had to put my body weight into it, and threw it open, eliciting a scream from the animal that was holding it closed.\n\nShe was frightened, a raccoon, of all things. I couldn't blame her, she was seeking shelter when there was no chance of survival out in her natural habitat. I shouldn't have gotten any closer to her, but she ran off to hide in my closet, where, I found just moments later, the rest of her small family was." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: The year is 2167, food printers are now a thing. after releasing the year before, people started dying while downloading and eating pirated poisoned food online. The food industry is a chaos, people are trying to sell pirated food, markets are not trustable anymore,, this is the apocalypse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The knife is in the salt.\n\nAnth knew it back in culinary school. She knew it working in the Habatchi Megakitchens. She knew it on the day the rain fell. And she knew it once the jacked-up, poisoned plates started hitting the market for download.\n\nThe knife is in the salt.\n\nYou only did life-work in the Megakitchens if you were a thick-tongue who couldn't taste the difference between subroutine seasoning and logarithmic garnishes, but everyone got their start coding recipes there. Your cred sheet would look sketchy as hell if you hadn't done time in at least one of the big three Megakitchens. If you could code food halfway decent then you could end up as a line cook in one of the better ones, Reynold Kitchens Incorporated or Hungry Hungry’s Megadiner. If you couldn’t, then you worked for Habatchi Megakitchen.\n\nAnth’s mother had spent her whole life working for Habatchi Megakitchen. Her brother too.\n\nShe remembered the morning of the funeral. The day the rain fell. The Kitchen had been in drought for nearly a year, and between the protests and the outbreak of undercooked code, the whole city felt like a pot that had been on the burn for too long. Something sick and over ripe inside at its core. Ready to split open. Juices pouring, mealy flesh. Bad taste in mouth. Then it rained.\n\nAnth remembers that morning. The rain on the grimy windows of that apartment they’d grown up in. Remembers her mom packing her knife decks and that old beaten up seasoning terminal. Second-hand and then some. Getting ready for work. The peeling sticker with its once bright yellow slogan Let’s Have Some Fun At Habtchi Megakitchen arced above the smiling Habatchi brand logo, a simple grinning smiley face. Anth remembers the smiling logo. It may be her earliest memory. Her mother crying as she slid the seasoning terminal into her pack and left for work. Anth remembers the Habatchi sticker grinning at her, asking ‘Where’s Gordon, Anth? Where’s your bother? Let’s have some fun at Habatchi Megakitchen, Anth! Anth remembers her mom explaining that she couldn’t take her to see Gordon. Their neighbour Miss Clancy would take her. She couldn’t come. She had to work. If she didn’t show for work she’d be in trouble. Anth was young but old enough to understand what it meant to have a Sous Chef from one of the big three knocking at your door in the middle of the night. So she’d cried and nodded and understood and let her mom leave and gone to see her brother with the neighbour lady. One last time.\n\nIf you could code food better than halfway decent then you could end up in one of two places. As a Sous Chef running down AWOL line cooks and food coders who couldn’t meet their orders on time, working for one of the big three Megakitchens. Or coding pirated recipes on the Dark Menus. Anth could code better than halfway decent. Anth could code her way out of a grease fire. Or more than one occasion she had.\n\nWalking down one of the seedier streets of the Kitchen, her face washed by the insidious, neon glow of the Megacorp logos, Anth could see the Habatchi Megakitchen smiley grinning down at her. It’s baleful yellow hum piercing through the more achromatic neons. The unseasoned light. Let’s have some fun at Habatchi Megakitchn. Anth had a bad taste in her mouth. She tried to imagine what it would be like if she’d chosen to work as a Sous for one of the big three. Where’s Gordon, Anth? How her life might have turned out differently if she wasn’t coding pirated food out here in the Menus. Where’s your brother, Anth? She tried to turn away from the light. The reason she liked the more dangerous streets was the lack of Megakitchen presence. Less branding. Less light. Easier to cook code in the dark. Easier to focus. But it was raining and the Habatchi branded yellow seemed to reflect of every surface no matter where she looked. Let’s have some fun at Habatchi Megakitchen, Anth.\n\nWhat would it have been like if she hadn’t sold her mom’s old seasoning terminal and that first line of pirated code. A simple gravy recipe but one that blew up the underground food printing circuit in her neighbourhood of the Kitchen for about six weeks the winter after she’d built it and anonymously set it up for download. A simple line of recipe code, easy to manufacture from a small or old food printer, but tasty. And cheaper than the Habatchi Megakitchen branded slime. The trick, she had realised, was in the salt. Habatchi Megakitchen branded food always ran with poorly coded salt. That simple recipe and her mom’s old seasoning terminal had given her enough money to buy her way out of Habatchi Megakitchen and into culinary school. Had given her a taste for coding pirated food too.\n\nAnth had reached the end of the street where the slick asphalt curved into a gentle corner, once a tram terminal. Just the shell now, meat hollowed out long ago before they shut off the lights and moved the people further into the kitchen. She knew she had recipes to code but this space between where she had to work, and the noisy buzz of the Megacorp lights and thick-tongues caught in their daily, mindnumbing grind - code this, eat this, code again, don’t forget to smile, repeat - always felt like sleep. It was the closest she got these days. She closed her eyes and faced away from the Kitchen’s dense, clustered megatowers. Let the soft drizzle dust her face in the dark. She thought about the bad code.\n\nSix months ago, the first of the jacked-up plates had hit the market. She’s not sure what it was exactly. Probably some nostalgic pseudo branded treat from someone’s childhood memories that the megakitchens no longer produced. Or maybe some knock off Foie gras that had had it’s IP address seared off. Whatever it was the poor cook who’d downloaded the code had booted up their printer, ready to enjoy another digitally delivered meal, same as usual nothing to see here; only they hadn’t. The food had had a knife in it. Bad code. Poison. That was the danger with illegally pirated recipes. If you didn’t know what you were doing, you could wind up printing and eating something with a knife coded right into it.\n\nLet’s have some fun at Habatchi Megakitchen, Anth.\n\nShe knew where the knife was. The knife was in the salt." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You're eating at a restaurant and the waitress is grating your parmesan, you don't say when." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The plate is set down in front of me. I grin and lick my lips. The waitress smiles at me and holds up a hand grater and a small block of cheese.\n\n\"Parmesan sir?\"\n\nI nod and say \"of course!\"\n\nShe begins to grind, the powdery white cheese sprinkling over my fine meal. \"Just tell me when.\" She says as it begins to clump together on my plate. I smile and now, she begins to pull away before I say \"no no I'm sorry but that's nowhere near enough.\"\n\nShe looks down at the block in her hand, which is already half gone. \"Are you sure? Most customers-\"\n\nI cut her off \"most customers aren't me. Please madam. More cheese\"\n\nShe begins to awkwardly look around as she approaches the end of the block. The cheese is beginning to pour over the sides of the plate. She looks at me, a glint of.... was that fear? In her eyes. \"Will that be all sir?\"\n\nI shake my head. \"I never said to stop.\" I saw her stiffen. She was going to call my bluff!\n\n\"I'll be right back sir. With more cheese of course.\" She walks away and I see her slip into an office near the back of the dining room. A moment later she walked back out, a man in a white collared shirt following her out. She motioned towards me he began walking towards me.\n\n\"Sir, it is my duty to warn you that you are ruining a perfectly good-\" he begins, clasping his hands behind his back.\n\nI cut him off as well, slamming my fork on the table.\"Is this a fine dining establishment or what? She specifically said to tell her when to stop. I have not told her to stop. Therefore, there should be more cheese on my plate.\"\n\nHe sighed, and motioned for the waitress to come forward. She held a massive block of cheese this time, almost ten times the size of the original.\n\nShe heaved it onto the table, and with the help of the manager, began grating it onto my plate. I smile, drumming my fingers together.\n\nNearly five minutes pass, the dining room going silent and watching the ordeal. The cheese is beginning to pour off the side of the table. At last they reach the end of the block. The manager is sweating, but smiling like he won a bet. \"Now sir, if that will be all-\"\n\n\"I have not told you to stop\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\"\n\nI slam my fork down onto the table once again, cheese exploding around me. \"I HAVE NOT TOLD YOU TO STOP!\" I roar. \"MORE. CHEESE. NOW.\"\n\nHe flinches, turning and walking quickly towards the kitchen. With the help of the chef and the waitress, he returns, carrying a block of cheese so large I could have used it as a table.\n\nThe process began once again, taking nearly a half an hour to get through the block of cheese. The floor around us is covered, coming up to my ankles. The last of the cheese is shredded and as the manager begins to pull away he nicks himself on the grater. A single drop of blood flies through the air, landing where my plate should be.\n\nI smile, a twisted evil smile as I stare at the small red stain in the sea of white.\n\n\"Stop\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: As you page through the book of family photos, you're stunned to discover that your ancestors look exactly the same, generation to generation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was sitting in the arm chair over by the fireplace at my aunt and uncle’s house. Ever since I’d been a very little kid, it had always been one of my favorite things to do. Mom often mentioned that the house her brother had now, had been in the family for generations, and the house certainly showed its age.\n\nThe room I was in had an old limestone block fireplace, matching the outside walls of limestone. Inside was ornate antique looking stained oak paneling in many rooms. Some of the rooms, especially where the house was added onto, were much more modern. But this part of the house always let me slip into the dream that I was guest at an old castle.\n\nAs I listened to the fire crackle, I looked around the room again, and noticed that one of the ornate china cabinets had a bottom door that was partially ajar. As a kid, I had discovered it was always locked, so I could never do any snooping. Now, a bit over 10 years later, I could finally at least peek inside and see what (likely boring) stuff was inside.\n\nAt first just barely opening the door, I could see several old books inside with nothing written on the covers. As I opened the door a bit further, I noticed a photo album sitting on top of the books. Handwritten on the cover was in quotes “Family History”. The handwriting had a soft curvy feel to it, so it must be aunt Elizabeth’s. Uncle Felix’s handwriting was barely intelligible on good days.\n\nI shuddered to remember his anger when I came back from an errand he had sent me on. On the list he had apparently written liverwurst, but I had only been able to make out liver, and came home with a container of chicken livers instead. With a mixture I can only describe as amusement and anger, he proceeded to tell me how his sister never did quite inherit much of the family traditions, especially in regards to food. He paused slightly before the word sister, which set me on edge. It wasn’t the first time, but it always seemed like he never could quite remember how to refer to my mother.\n\nAnyhow, he went on to explain that liverwurst which, I was supposed to get, could be spread on toast and eaten directly. “This” and he paused after the word “this”, however would not do. He then proceeded to have me follow him into the kitchen, whereupon he chopped up a few pieces of the liver, and put them on a piece of toast, raw. He then offered it to me, asking if I would eat that. He laughed a few minutes later, and sent me back to the store. But he promised to feed me the liver on toast if I didn’t return with his liverwurst.\n\nUncle Felix, if you just would write more carefully, none of that would ever have happened.\n\nBy the time I finished reminiscing, I was back in the chair by the fire. On the first page were a couple pictures of the house, looking like I had always known it. Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Felix were sitting, eating at their small kitchen table on a third picture. The picture was captioned “Felix and Elizabeth Schumacher, 2019” I flipped a couple more pages and saw one of uncle Felix playing horseshoes.\n\nI flipped another page and saw my mother, looking like she was in her late teens. I got excited thinking I’d finally get to see a part of the family history I’d never known. Grandmom and Granddad on my father’s side were fixtures in my life. I’d never met Grandfather and Grandmother as Mom referred to them, as they’d both passed before I was born. I also wanted to see Uncle Felix as a kid. If I could get something to tease him about, I might make up for some of his pranks on me.\n\nI turned another page, and saw my mother with her parents. Only, her parents looked exactly like Elizabeth and Felix. The picture was captioned, “The Schumacher’s, 1984: Frank, Andrea, and little Andrea.” Why wasn’t Felix in the picture, he was older than Mother. Also, Frank and Andrea, my grandparents don’t look that old in the picture. Mother never explained, but maybe they died in some kind of accident.\n\nI turned a few more pages, until I found another one with my grandparents in it. Only I looked closer and noticed they must be my great grandparents or further. The photo was captioned “Claus and Helga Schumacher, 1936”. They again looked almost exactly like Uncle Felix and Aunt Elizabeth. I bet if they changed their hair to look more modern, Clause and Helga could pass for Felix and Elizabeth.\n\nI turned several pages at once, and came across a copy of a portrait of a couple, that again looked just like Felix and Elizabeth. The woman even had the dimple that Aunt Elizabeth has when she smiles. Then looked at the caption, and about dropped the album. “Felix and Elizabeth Schumacher, 1872” What are the odds that the ancestor of my Uncle that has the same name as my Uncle, would also be married to a woman of the same name, who looks like my Aunt. This got especially weird when it dawned on me that while it isn’t odd for my Uncle would look like his parents, grand parents, and so on back, my Aunt who married him, shouldn’t even be related to this Elizabeth. It also dawned on me that none of the pictures of my ancestors, looked at all like their respective mother’s, with the exception of my own mother.\n\nWith a feeling of anxiety I flipped to the last page in the album. This was very obviously a photograph of a hand painted portrait on a wall. Again, the woman looked very much like Aunt Elizabeth, her dimple very pronounced in the drawing. And again, the man looked very much like Uncle Felix. They were both wearing elegant robes and crowns, sitting on a throne. There was text on the bottom of the portrait, but I couldn’t read it. Handwritten on the page below the photograph was written “His Excellency Heinrich Schumacher III and Her Excellency Elsebeth Schumacher, 1654”\n\nJust who are these people? Why do they still look exactly like my Aunt and Uncle? Elsebeth and Elizabeth have to be related names. Could these people be…? That thought was cut short as I heard a door, and quickly put the photo album back. I barely sat back down again before Aunt Elizabeth was in the room with me. Fortunately she seemed more interested in her knitting and the fire than me. I closed my eyes feigning sleep as I tried to process what I had just seen.\n\nThere had to be an explanation other than my Aunt and Uncle actually being all these people. I just couldn’t think of it, and was too afraid to ask." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: A man is out in the woods deer hunting when Bigfoot steps into the clearing in front of him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Randy sat in his deer stand, enjoying the sharp and crisp air. The way it tightened the inside of his nostrils, the smell of leaf mulch and frost. He adjusted himself slightly, cradling his rifle and leisurely scanning the clearing. He'd hunted here years before with his father, before he had moved south. His dad had gotten a ten point buck not far from here. He sighed, content to watch and listen.\n\nThere was a snap of a branch, a rustle of brush. This is it, he thought, readying his rifle. The butt raised to his shoulder, the safety off, his eyes sharpening. Another rustle and it emerged into the clearing. He aimed to fire... and stared. He stared so hard he thought his eyes would do the killing for him. His sight true and fast and violent, focused like a shot. It wasn't a deer, it was no majestic buck, it wasn't anything he'd ever seen. The beast, it surely was a beast because nothing so hairy and so large could be anything else, stepped out of the undergrowth on two legs. Two massive, furry, stretching legs. It was enormous. It was... Bigfoot?\n\nOf course it was Bigfoot, everyone knew what Bigfoot looked like, everyone had seen Bigfoot in grocery store tabloids, in commercials, in movies. This was almost like that, nearly the same but more. More massive, more bestial. More real.\n\nRandy, frozen in his crouch on his deer stand, fifteen feet up a tree, his rifle pressed into his shoulder, gaped. He didn't just stare anymore, his mouth had opened. His eyes moistened with the strain of extended attention, with the scarcity of blinking. He made no noise, gave no sign he was anything other than a fleshy tree growth wearing an orange vest and an orange hat. Bright, vivid orange. Could Bigfoot see orange? Was Bigfoot like his dog Billy who, according to his neighbor, saw everything like an old movie? Like deer supposedly did?\n\nThe creature stopped, as if on cue, as if he heard the thoughts of orange vests and dogs and deer, and turned his head towards Randy. Maybe it was the crow that had alighted ten feet behind the deer stand or maybe the animal really could hear thoughts. The head turned slowly, dream-slow, its ancient, nearly man-like face, coming into view and looking straight at Randy. Looking right at Randy's face, right at Randy holding a rifle that was pointed right back at that face. From his stand Randy could see the pupils focus, he could see the eyes gathering all of the information of Randy's person. Sweat popped out of Randy's scalp, out of his armpits, out of his crotch. He thought it must be eighty degrees suddenly, a heat wave. He took his left hand from the gun, lowering the rifle but not putting it down with his right.\n\n\"I... I'm not pointing it at you,\" he said with a bewildered tone. What was he doing? Talking to animals? So what if it walked on two legs, sometimes those monkeys he saw last Spring at the zoo over in Salem did too. Still, he continued, \"I didn't know this was yours... sorry.\"\n\nThe large body, that huge body, turned fully towards him. There was a sudden liquid sound as a burst of urine extended from the creature, from the Bigfoot's groin. Randy could smell it, it was like all the piss in the world coming out of a fire hose. If the Devil pissed, this is probably what his plumber smelled. No, that wasn't quite right. Maybe if God pissed. He wasn't sure he wasn't going to let go too. Maybe just piss himself right here in the stand. A pissing contest with a nine hundred pound giant. He wanted to laugh He felt laughter in him, sharp and frantic. He'd last felt that way when he was seventeen and his mom told him his dad was dead in a car accident. It was just unreal. Bigfoot pissing.\n\nWith that last thought, the stream of pungent urine cut off. The creature grunted. The grunt was like a clap of distant thunder to Randy, abrupt and low. The head turned slightly, still looking in his direction, as the body turned away. With measured, long strides, it began to walk again. Its arms swung slightly and all Randy could think of was the way he would see teenagers walk sometimes. Self assured, confident in their own power. Then, with a few snaps of twigs and the rustling of leaves, it was gone.\n\nHe sat there, in the stand. He sat there for hours. Randy sat there even when a deer, surely a ten pointer, crossed into the clearing and sniffed in the direction of the stream of that unquestionable urine and crossed out again. He sat there until his stomach growled with that sharpness that only comes with a day's neglect. The sun had arced low in the sky, the trees were dark against the somber orange of the late afternoon. He unloaded his rifle, he climbed down, and he left.\n\nRandy would hunt again in later years, although most people he knew wouldn't have called it hunting. He never fired his rifle hunting deer, he never fired his shotgun hunting squirrels, he never even looked for either. Always he looked for it, waiting for that smell, waiting to see Nature itself stride into his view again." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Two teens who REALLY hate each other are invited to the same sleepover. \"7 Minutes in Heaven\" escalates when they're put in a closet together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The closet was so cramped she was practically sitting in his lap, as they heard the final laugh from their friends as the door closed. Plunging them into darkness, the smell of her sweat in his lungs as they squirmed in a futile attempt to get comfortable.\n\nHis hand accidently brushed her small breast and she savagely slapped it away as said, \"hands off arsehole, don't be getting any ideas.\"\n\nHe groaned irritably. 'Why did it have to be this bitch,' he thought before snapping back, \"It's not like there's anything there to feel.\"\n\nWith a savage cry of anger she drove her elbow into his ribs then snarled, \"also don't even think of getting a hard on.\" Before cruelly adding, \"not that I would even feel it if you did.\"\n\n\"Ha don't worry, there's no way a slut like you would get me up,\" he growled. \"You might be able to get all the tramps horny when you let them fuck you, but you have no effect on me.\"\n\n\"Oh really,\" she said and savagely ground her pert bottom against his crotch. \"Believe me, I've not slept with anyone, not tramps or normal guys and certainly not dumb teenage boys.\"\n\n\"Let's see about that,\" he said and dove his hand inside her shorts, fumbling his way inside her lacy panties. \"I bet you're as loose as a...\" his words stumbling as his finger tips stroked her tight pussy.\n\n\"See,\" she retorted smugly. \"Unlike you I don't jump in bed with the first idiot to show me any attention.\" She was trying to maintain her composure, but her speech quavered as the bulge of his cock became apparent, very apparent.\n\nHe grimaced with anger at his body's betrayal, far too lost in the intense heat from this bitch's body and the increasing wetness between her pussy lips.\n\n\"Hey, hey, you can stop now,\" she said with a hint of panic. But like hell he was, the slow sensuous grinding of her hips was teasing him no end and he wasn't about to let her get away with it. He gave her clit and sudden stroke with his fingers, smiling as he heard her whimper in pleasure.\n\nShe was loosing herself to the moment and wasn't sure if she was acting out of vengeance or lust. As she slipped a hand under herself and began stroking the iron hard shaft of his cock through his jeans. But still taking pleasure in the involuntary groan that escaped his lips.\n\nIn return he slipped his free hand up her top, her small breasts not needing a bra. Her nipples on the other hand were large and stiff, his caress making her moan even harder. Her hips were swaying desperately now, eager to rub against his fingers and his cock.\n\nThen suddenly her body spasmed and she threw her hand to her mouth in an effort to cover her ecstasy. He whimpered as her orgasm tore through her and she gripped hard on his swollen cock. Trying not to blow his load in his pants as he felt her cumming hard against him.\n\nEventually she relaxed and collapsed back against his chest, still breathing heavily. He gently slipped his hand out of her panties and looked at the juices that coated them. Almost instinctively he put them in his mouth and she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He closed his eyes to savour the sensation and heard a giggle, opening again to see her smile for what felt like the first time.\n\nThey sat in awkward silence for a moment, until it was broken by the sound of laughter. Their friends entered the room outside chatting to each other, discussing what they thought they would find.\n\nInside the closet, the couple both looked at each other and simultaneously whispered, \"this never happened.\" Then as the door swung open she leapt off him with a dramatic scowl. \"Get off me you pervert,\" she screamed and slapped him across the face.\n\nHe sat there in stunned silence and almost missed the little wink she gave as she stormed away." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You are a pickpocket. One day you steal a phone from a person in the subway, but when you check the phone, the date is all wrong. It says 15 December 2018. You think it's a bug, but its newsfeed is filled with things dated in the future." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They call me Four Finger Fin, and while it ain’t no 5 finger discount I make quite the living from out of your pocket. What a lot of people don’t know is that pick-pocketing is all about the fingers. I stole from a rich man who turned out to also have a sadistic side, he thought it would be funny to see a pickpocket lose a finger. He thought the thumb was the most important like everyone else, and so his goons brought the knife down and off it went. I was just a twelve year old kid then, and twenty years later I became the best pickpocket in the big apple.\n\nBut then I swiped this phone . . . The girl was sitting, looking very mousy and almost constantly scared, right next to me on the subway. The car was always a good place to pickpocket during rush hour. Lots of people rushing from A to B and C to A getting on and off the car for two hours straight. But this girl had zero security on her phone; I normally go for wallets or anything that looks valuable, but phones are usually not one of those things thanks to GPS and security.\n\nI always stare out the window on the subway, with my forehead on the glass. There is not a whole lot to look at out there, but the dark tunnels provide a nice mirror. Nobody suspects the bum who’s eating caviar tonight thanks to the 600 in cash I just scored. The car came to a stop and the girl stood up, as if she were just poked by the seat or saw a ghost. When she turned to face the doors, my four fingered friend dug into her pocket and grabbed the treasure. The owner vacated the car, the doors closed, and I watched as she frantically looked all over for the thing that was now in my hands. The cart rolled away, unconcerned by any of it.\n\nI examined the phone. It did not have any buttons, but when I held it in the palm of my five fingered hand the screen lit up. The beauty lit up bright and in better detail than any phone I had ever needed, but the dumb lady was living in the future. Her date was set for one year in the future, I wonder if she even ever noticed. I went through her contacts and calls for the fun of it and noticed all the dates for recent calls also hadn’t happened yet.\n\nI tapped on the Google icon I was familiar with to explore a little more, and it opened something similar to a Facebook page, but google colored and with the Google famous designed logo screen on top. It depicted some planet that might have been mars, but the news feed under the search bar pulled my attention more quickly. The first article I could see was titled “Tesla: The First Car Drove on Mars Today!” And right next to that was 12/15/18, the same date incorrectly printed on the phone.\n\nNow it has been a few days. I figured out that the date is somehow not incorrect. I searched for news that day for tomorrow's events, and everyone lined up perfectly and I just bought myself a lotto ticket. Guess who just made it big! Well, tomorrow at 3 when they pull the numbers ittl finally be me.\n\nThe battery on the phone died, but I was smart and wrote down lots of information in good ol’ fashioned pencil and paper. I still have the phone, but there is no charging port and I can’t figure out how I am supposed to charge it . . . I was too focused with searching for profitable information to have made that search. Glad I did though, now I can make it bigger than that slimy no good Mr Biggs and his goons that got my finger." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: \"Sorry sir, my homework ate my dog.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was working late in the lab, putting the final touches on a new bacteria strain. It was the end result of six years of around the clock number crunching, tests, trials and cleanup. I knew it was close to being complete. I also knew I was tired. It was time to knock off for the night. I would lock up everything and pick it up in the morning. If I was right, I would be finished by lunch.\n\nI put everything in the cold locker, grabbed the bag with the left over orange sherbet, from my lunch. It looked like it had melted a bit. The bag had a soggy stain on the bottom. I rechecked the temperature on the fridge, and it was at -10°C. More than cold enough. I pulled everything out of the locker and put it in the secondary containment. It took another hour, and I was exhausted, but I finally finished up and headed home. I made sure that I went through the containment and washed off everything.\n\nIt took another 20 minutes to get to my front door. The little black tabby cat was sitting on the door stoop outside my apartment building, as usual. I patted him on the head, \"How is my little bundle of furry fury.\" He hissed and swatted at my hand, as usual. I pulled back. \"Hah... Missed me again, you little demon.\" I walked past him and into my building, letting the door close behind me.\n\nAs I made my way upstairs I felt something bump my leg. I looked down and it was the little tabby. I almost didn't see him in the inky darkness of the hall.\n\n\"You little sneak,\" I admonished him. I reached down and tried to shoo him away, but he just scampered up my arm. I could feel his little, claws digging into my arm, pulling my shirt sleeves across my skin. \"Ow... oh... hey... Okay, okay. I'm sorry I called you a demon. Maybe you can come in for a few minutes, and we'll see where it goes.\" I reached up to pet him again, and he started licking my hands. I could feel the rough, sandpaper texture of his tongue running over my fingernails. My little Pekingese came running in from his room. \"General Tso. Hello, baby.\"\n\nHe noticed our guest and started yapping, running around in a circle, jumping up and down, his little egg-yolk eyes bobbing up and down. \"Oh, hush. You bully,\" I admonished the little brown and red dog, as his curly tail wagged back and forth.\n\nThe tabby hissed and clawed, scratching my shoulder. \"Ow, you little beggar. Stop that. He's not going to hurt you,\" I said reaching up and grabbing his scruff. \"Stop it.\" I put him on the counter top. In the light coming through the windows, from the watery street lights, I could see a strange shadow around his mouth.\n\nI had been up for 18 hours. It had been a long night. I opened a can of tuna, and set it down next the cat, then opened a small can of wet dog food, and put it down next to the brave little General.\n\n\"Who's a good boy. Yes you are. Come on. Eat so I can put the furball out and you can go poop.\" General Tso was still running around in circles looking up at the counter. The little Tom was completely indifferent to the barking. He finished his tuna, and I could hear his tongue rasping against the soft fur of his paws. Then he fell over and started panting, his little pink tongue poking out of his mouth. I could see the foam pouring out of his mouth. \"OH CRAP! No. No. Damnit.\"\n\nThen his legs stretched out in front of him. And kept stretching. I was terrified and backed up, running into the counter. I reached behind me and fumbled for several minutes, knocking over a glass. It took me another few seconds to find it. I saw the cat's legs go rubbery, and grow, longer and longer sliding down, like oily vines , grasping and searching for the noisy little dog, wrapping around his fur, and ripping him in half. His fur scattered around, blood soaking the linoleum, as I pulled the camera around and took several pictures. Quickly grabbing my notebook, noting the time, and making sure I got pictures of the experiment from several different angles. Then I grabbed the small torch from under the sink and ignited it, splashing the thing with fire. The ceramic tiles scorched and greasy, as I sprayed the lump of flesh and fur on the ground.\n\nIt had taken a week to get the cat to follow me in, and I was so excited when he started licking my fingers, getting the last of the bacteria off, that I almost didn't get to the camera in time. I really didn't think I would finish up tonight, but tomorrow I could type up my notes, turn them in to Professor Gregson, and take a few days off. Maybe get a dog." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: It's an average day at your desk job in NYC. All of the sudden gravity flips upside down. The millions of people who are outside fall into outer space and the only people alive are those inside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It happened all at once.\n\nTony sat as hit desk, typing notes to bill for time for money that would become useless before he could finish. He glanced up at the clock on the wall as opposed to the time on the bottom right of his desktop. Force of habit.\n\n11:43 AM\n\n\"So much day left.\" He sighed. He'd been up all night playing video games. Weekends in general would screw up his schedule. Come Friday, he'd stay up late. Saturday, even later. Sunday, well, even though he should go to bed early, he'd be up until Monday. No way around it. The bags under his eyes left him unable to lie when his coworkers would ask him why he was late.\n\nAs he took a sip of his coffee, praying for the work day to end, he got his answer.\n\nIt wasn't as dramatic as you'd think. The coffee didn't suddenly spill upward out of his cup. There wasn't time for that. It just sort of happened all at once.\n\nBAM.\n\nGravity was in reverse. Everything fell up. It was quick and violent and startling, to say the least. Tony yelped as he crashed into the ceiling, blasting through the drop tiles into a harder surface above... or below. It was hard to tell. Then his chair and his desk smashed into him.\n\nTony rolled over, groaning. He rubbed his head and threw his desk off him. He heard cries from coworkers in the distance, and the sound of the building shifting above him.\n\n\"What the f—\"\n\nThrough the floor two industrial washers and driers cracked through, shifting down in sudden jerks. Tony looked at what lie in their path. In a state of awe, sitting one his knees, his co-worker. Bill.\n\nWithout regard to his own safety, without checking if he himself was alright, he bolted into action, tackling Bill out of the way just a moment before the washers fell and tore through the ceiling.\n\nThe foundation rattled as Tony heard some of the building above break into the sky, falling forever. A chorus of screams faded into oblivion.\n\nNow, things finally sunk in. This would be the last Monday.\n\nThe drop ceiling tiles began to sink into a sort of valley. There wasn't much time to think, but there was enough to know that this \"floor\" wasn't going to be around too much longer.\n\nTony grabbed Bill by the shoulder, and tugged him along as he lead them to a crawl space. Once the lowest place in the building, probably the deepest and most secure in the whole office.\n\nBut then, as Tony struggled to climb the wall, he realized something.\n\nWhat was the plan here, exactly? Crawl into that little space and hope the earth holds it together long enough to... to what?\n\nIf this was the new reality, the new normal, there was no way he would have any sort of life that would matter. He'd crawl into that hole either alone or with Bill, and they'd die of thirst or they'd starve. Maybe one would eat the other. No happy ending here.\n\nSo then, without much more thought, he gave up.\n\nTony let go of Bill, shrugged, and just sort of lumbered over to the lowest part of the ceiling.\n\nThen, he broke through.\n\nAs he fell, he saw the world above him shrink, the wind deafening.\n\nAnd just as he accepted things for what they were, he slowed and slowed and slowed.\n\nAnd then, he fell back to earth.\n\n-\n\nBill fell flat on his back, back on the ground, back to earth. The office was in disarray, but he himself was physically okay.\n\nHe shook his head, rattled, but sort of understanding.\n\nTony then blasted through the ceiling, and more or less exploded on the floor, splashing blood and brains all over Bill's face.\n\nBill shut down." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: you are in a husk of a city that has been infected by an airborne virus. you have a dagger, a gas mask, and have no idea what's outside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I’ve been in this storage closet for 3 days now. Once home went all to shit, everyone around me began running for their lives. The news said to buy gas masks for the threat overseas. I was confident that it was all empty threats, but my roommate, Dave, knew better. Dave is a bit of a conspiracy nut, but he listened to the news this time around. He bought us these masks, cans of hairspray and a bic lighter. Then I left him screaming, bleeding from his eyes while they gnawed at his calves.\n\nThe hunger pains are radiating through my stomach. I ate a can of Spam and chickpeas I found looting the nearby grocery store. Of course, everything was gone, except my lovely dinner from two nights ago. I know I can’t live in this closet forever. I need to get out and get food, at least a drink of water. I need help too. You never think something like this would happen and I especially never thought how I would live through it. I’m nothing but terrified right now. But I might be found here like a sitting duck and it might not be by the good guys.\n\nI scavenged a knife off a body once I ran out of hairspray. Before then, my line of defense was lighting my attackers faces on fire with enflamed Aqua Net. Things got intense fast.\n\nI slowly turned the door handle to open the door. I imagined someone on the other side seeing the handle turn and that would be the end. As I cracked the door, I didn’t see anyone. The only life was the sun shining through the fog of terror that’s ensued for the past 3 days. Clinching my stolen dagger, I edged my way out of the building.\n\nThe landscape looks like that movie I Am Legend. Very apocalyptic, I’m expecting Will Smith and shitty CGI wolves to come popping out at any minute. It’s hard to see between the haze and the bright sun. I just start walking. I’m terrible with directions, but let’s just say I’m going West.\n\nI walked around for the next two hours not really finding much. Grocery stores were looted, but I snagged a can of sliced peaches. In the organic, artisan crafted foodie world we lived in, I forgot just how damn tasty a can of peaches can be. Just as I finished the last drop of delicious, peachy syrup I tossed the can aside in the street. So what if it’s littering.\n\nThe can bounced around and after the third bounce I heard a shuffle behind me. I darted around the moment I heard something, quickly unsheathing my dagger for self defense. Nothing ever appeared. That’s weird. Then I turned around.\n\nI was confronted with three beings standing 15 feet in front of me. They looked pale, with long stringy blonde hair and demonic black eyes. Shit.\n\nThis is an old fashioned western standoff, me armed with a wimpy dagger and them armed with… Armed with whatever they have. The middle one let out an ear piercing shriek and they rush after me. I turn around and run as fast as I can from these freaks. I was never much of a runner, either it’s from the adrenaline of running for your life or those peaches gave me a bolt of energy, but I kept ahead of them. The problem is, they are fast.\n\nI’ve lasted a minute and 40 seconds running at a full sprint, that might be a record. But shit I’m tired. This mask isn’t helping either, I can barely breathe, the fog of my exhales are obfuscating my masks eye holes. Those guys aren’t slowing down.\n\nI snapped a hard left not paying attention to exactly where I was going. Looking behind to make sure they aren’t gaining on me, I turn around in front of me and my face met a red brick wall. Running full sprint into a wall left me dazed, confused and on my ass. I jumped to get back up but both my arms were immediately restrained. These things have me. I feel surprisingly calm, I thought I would be terrified. The middle one that shrieked got on top of me and came face to face. it opened its mouth and saliva dripped on my forehead and ran down the right side of my head.\n\nThe next thing I felt was pressure against both my temples, sharp like teeth. Then my right Converse All Star flew off my right foot from frantic kicking. My shoe hit the brick wall and landed upside down. Everything else faded to black." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: You were reincarnated in a fantasy world only to discover it doesn't have coffee or bacon. After a harrowing fight with an orc, you immediately notice two things: Orc blood tastes like strong espresso, and its sizzling flesh smells exactly like top quality bacon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My name used to be Michael.\n\nEvery morning I would wake up, brush my teeth, comb my hair, and head out the door to my local McDonald’s to grab a bacon egg and cheese biscuit and a large piping hot coffee. The breakfast of champions in my own personal opinion.\n\nEvery morning I grab my breakfast at the same place , I take the same route to the same job. I pass the same people and see the same cars and even the same dogs being walked on their expected morning strolls. Everything is a routine, down to the second, everything remains the same, which keeps me calibrated in a weird way. Everyone doing their normal routines allowes me to know I am right on time with my normal routine.\n\nThe last thing I can remember is it was raining and there was a car. A new car. A different car. I had been doing my same routine for many years and I had never seen that car. Interestingly enough, I guess that car must have not seen me because it was raining so much.\n\nThey now call me nothing that sounds like Michael. I now live in a place where I have no real routine except trying not to die. My life is very different from my previous life. There is no sunshine here, no rain.\n\nThere are no dogs being walked and no places to stop for coffee. There is just war here. War against the Orcs.\n\nNasty sniveling beasts , more disgusting than any sewer rat I’ve ever seen and an odor that smells like a thousand rotting onions. I swear you can smell them from a mile away. Which turns out to be a good thing when you’re trying to fight every day to not be killed by one of these nasty demons.\n\nSince my time living here I have noticed that Orcs stink to high heaven and they also cannot climb trees for some odd reason. Maybe they have a fear of heights. I know they fear nothing but thinking about them being afraid of something allows me to sleep, if only for a few minutes, at night. Being that I don’t get to sleep very often and sleep is still a very necessary thing in this strange world, sometimes I find myself accidentally falling asleep only to be awoken by the horrendous smell of rotting onions and I know they are near by. That smell alone has saved my life many a time.\n\nOne day I was out trying to grab materials needed for more arrows, you know stones and feathers and the like and I hadn’t realized how far away from my tree I called home base I had wandered. Trying to figure out where I had even come from and how to get back I guess I fell asleep.\n\nI woke up to the most putrid, the most foul smelling thing I had ever smelled and realized I was opening my eyes to a pair of other eyes. Devilish Gleeming terrifying eyes but eyes all the same. Somehow an orc had come up to my sleeping body and I had woken up just as he was drawing back his weapon to end my life in this new world that I knew barely anything about. As he lifted his arms above his head I took my supplies I had been gathering and threw all of my body weight against this wretched beast, piercing it’s scaley thick greasy flesh with the rocks soon to be carved into arrows and blood was drawn.\n\nI believe the orc was taken aback for only just a second, maybe in shock that blood was drawn not from my body but from his. With a partial look of what I like to think was astonishment, the orc raised its weapon again high over its head to bring all the wrath and terror it could onto me. I began to swing like my life depended on it whilst dodging and ducking every chance I could, trying to confuse this creature, until the orc slowed down and then came to a complete stop and finally crashed, closing its bulbousy eyes as it hit the scorched ground.\n\nI was stunned.\n\nI had won my first battle with one of these terrifying giants. As I stood there in awe because of this great victory, I started to notice this smell. This smell coming from this disgusting animal of a beast. It was incredibly perplexing because within its life it smelled like vomit but now.\n\nNow it .. it smelled like my old routine.\n\nMy old routine of getting coffee every morning. I bent closer to the creature only to discover that it’s blood smelled of the most intensely flavored coffee I have ever had. I figured if it smelled this way I wonder if it tasted half as good , which I do believe anyone in this situation would think. Sure enough, I had just discovered that orc blood tasted exactly like a nice hot cup of espresso and with each sip of this blood I felt my insides warming up and tingling as if I were drinking a fresh brewed cup of that potentent coffee.\n\nI had to wonder if this orcs blood smelled and tasted so delicious if maybe other parts of it were appealing as well.\n\nI gathered up as much of my kill as I could carry and somehow managed to find my way back to my tree. I fixed myself a fire and threw on an arm, the left foot and bits and pieces from the right upper thigh over the flame. I closed my eyes as I continued to drink some of the blood from the rest of the flesh I managed to carry, and tilted my head back as a smile crept over my face.\n\nI had done well and was extremely pleased with myself for finding one thing that made me feel normal and that was the simple taste of espresso. While thinking about this tantalizing beverage, my thought process was broken by the only thing that could possibly break me away from caffeine daydreams and that would be the smell of crackling bacon.\n\nAnd boy did I smell bacon.\n\nWonderful sizziling crackeling bacon.\n\nI opened my eyes and no bacon was in my sight but the roasting fleshy thigh meat was perfectly cooked. I grabbed it and barely gave it time to cool before I scarfed it down and realized I had discovered the single greatest tasting thing in all of this strange land. Surprisingly enough the greasiest tasting meat this new strange world had to offer was Orc meat. And boy did orc meat taste a hell of a lot like bacon.\n\nNow I find myself having a new daily routine. I wake up in the same tree, I pack my same bow and arrows and I go out to the same place I know I will run into the enemy that is the Orc. I slaughter them the same way, roast them up and drink their blood and remember how lovely it is to be able to eat breakfast and have coffee that tastes truly magnificent. My morning routine is just that. A routine. And I can’t see myself ever getting tired of my true breakfast of champions.\n\nUpdate: editing words and stuff" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: \"So, humans fear what they do not understand, right?\" asked one multidimensional being to another, \"Let's give them all the knowledge of their universe and see what happens\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is horrible. Looking around as humanity lapses into apathy, I am outraged at this.\n\n\"What the hell happened?\" I demand angrily.\n\nFor centuries, I have watched humanity grow. Their fear, or lack of understanding, have driven them to amazing heights of science and technology. Sure, you have the idiots that are taught hatred by life or family, but they are a vocal minority.\n\nI have been proud of their accomplishments, while keeping a few steps ahead of them technologically, just in case I need to step in. And I never had to.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" My current troubleshooter asks in my ear.\n\n\"Why has humanity relaxed so much?\" The anger still evident in my tone.\n\n\"Oh, that's easy, Humanity have been gifted with all knowledge of this universe.\"\n\nI am stunned by this revelation.\n\n\"What moronic, inconsiderate intellectual retards have ruined humanity!?\" I roar out loud.\n\nLike a child who got denied sugary cereal by their parent, I stomp up and down in my apartment carefully.\n\nTen minute of angrily stomping later, my anger abates gradually.\n\n\"Oh, while you were upset that humanity knows everything, I contacted the beings that gifted us-\"\n\n\"It is not a gift! The one thing that I admired about Humanity was their thirst, their drive for knowledge. From the dark ages through the renaissance, humanity has grown in leaps and bounds and it has been incredible to watch. Many of the geniuses we look up to all agree, that we never feared the day that Humanity stopped getting answers, but when they stopped asking questions. But since Humanity knows everything know, which includes me by the by, and likely the fact that I have communities of what are nicely put cryptids. Vampires, Ogres, Trolls, Shapeshifters, still on this planet, and save because the rest of Humanity didn't know about them, and we kept those cryptids protected and fed.\"\n\n\"So, you are the being upset at our decision.\" An ethereal voice speaks behind me.\n\n\"I will deal with YOU, momentarily.\"\n\n\"But know, since Humanity knows everything in the universe, they have no drive. You have gone from the innovators, scientists, adventurers and discoverers and become the fat people in those floating chairs from the movie Wall-E! Gone is your ambition. You reached the pinnacle of knowledge. What is left for you now?\"\n\n\"Oh.\" My troubleshooter whispers softly. \"Didn't think of that.\"\n\n\"And you.\" I turn to face beings that challenge my mind to interpret. I can feel my mind trying to morph them into something I can understand, and I grin. Pandas wearing 'Dunce' hats. Perfect.\n\n\"What the hell were you thinking? Humanity wasn't ready for that level of knowledge! While they may know everything know, they haven't had the time to process and understand it. Giving them the answers to everything doesn't show them the methodology they took to get there, which is one of the most important factors of knowledge. This is the most blisteringly moronic idea I have ever heard, and I met with people who actually believe that vaccines cause autism!\"\n\n\"But they know the truth now.\" The panda on the left says softly.\n\n\"But they do not understand it. This species you have meddled in because you were bored, most likely, have ignored the truth at incredible times. When it was proven that Earth orbits the sun, that truth was rejected. Learned doctors neglected basic hygiene when they performed surgeries, and when the one person who figured out why their mortality rates were so high, he was thrown into a mental asylum! The fact that you two mentally-challenged rejects of your own society tried to 'help' this species, you screwed them over!\"\n\n\"We thought-\"\n\n\"No. You didn't. You didn't think, or consider, or observe them for as long as I have. The technology I have access to could help them in amazing ways, but literally destroy the global economy. We have a device that creates food like on the sci-fi shows, and with our power plants we can power them anywhere on the planet. That would solve global hunger, but the economy of the world would be devastated. They wouldn't need to leave their homes to get high quality meals, they wouldn't need to grab a quick bite to eat anywhere. Thousands of trucks delivering food around the planet would not be required. Supermarkets, big and small, would close down. Fuel, overseas transports, service stations themselves, agriculture, cafes and restaurants. Those industries would be ruined overnight. And there are likely other things I am overlooking, which is why I haven't started selling these devices which we can make for twelve dollars a unit. One decision, from technology they didn't have access to, would have catastrophic effects as making sure nobody would starve to death unless it was intentionally withheld from them.\"\n\n\"But they know this technology now.\"\n\n\"And so do the big corporations which would trademark and copyright the technologies required to make those devices, because there is no understanding, no actual comprehension. There are countries that threaten others with WMDs, I can do more harm by solving one global issue. But I don't, because the infrastructure needed for them to survive the ripple effects are not in place yet.\" I snarl.\n\n\"Well, they would TRY to copyright and trademark them.\" I say with a smirk while staring at the idiots who ruined a species by being educated, but not smart.\n\n\"Before, either of you say another word, just know, that the only reason I haven't attacked you for the devastation you have caused with your negligence is I don't know if the blade I wield could harm you.\"\n\n\"It would.\" My troubleshooter answers in my ear. A smile comes to my face.\n\nThe two pandas glance at each other. Like Ted Bundy staring at his next victims, I smile as my sword appears. I point it at them.\n\n\"You know me, what I am capable of, and you know the blade I wield. Nod if you do.\" I say softly.\n\nThe pandas nod, looking very worried. One of the Dunce caps falls to the ground.\n\n\"So, this is what is going to happen. You have negated my task of watching over humanity, like my Mother asked. So, it is Your Task now.\" With a snap of my fingers, and three completely shattered ribs which regenerate within seconds, I seal off their escape route and my portal network.\n\n\"By the power invested in me, when I swore my Oath, and took up this blade I forged from matter from the centre of this Universe, I Charge you with Guardianship. You will watch over Humanity, and only Humanity. You will return my people that worked for me to Earth from my pocket dimension, and you will carry out your Duty, until Humanity gains their drive for Knowledge back.\"\n\nWeight that would crack mountains bears down upon me as I glare at the Pandas.\n\n\"Do you so swear, to take over my task, as you have ruined it in an earnest attempt to make it right?\" I have never felt such a burden upon me, but my Fury strengthens me.\n\n\"We swear.\" The pandas agree.\n\nAnd Excalibur shatters.\n\n\"It is your task now.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: The houses in your neighborhood are growing taller and nobody seems to question it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a standing principle in modern-day architecture, and society in general, that in order to expand our efforts we must build out from where we are, reaching far and wide from horizon to horizon. Sprawling metropolises have risen and fallen all throughout history, many resulting in a very flat pile of rubble. But here in Singapore, we build upward.\n\nEver since the second world war, our people have been tirelessly working on expansion efforts, and it's plain to see that we don't have very much room left. Our coasts are getting more and more crowded with traffic from mainland China, our countryside is slowly being overtaken by civilization. We had nowhere else to go but up.\n\nAs per the specifications set by the Housing and Development Board, most buildings in the capital and all around the island are nearly identical. Two bedrooms, one bath and a cozy living room encased in concrete. Due to the rapid expansion of our cities, each apartment building is made of the same materials: concrete, gunite, and the blood, sweat and tears of hard Singaporean labour.\n\nI'd lived my whole life in the standardized cement homes and entertained countless hours of wanderlust by running up and down the ten floors over and over again. The highs and lows of my life have happened in the rises and falls of these buildings, from my first kiss to my last moments with my father. This isn't to say I've never left. Obviously I, along with everyone else, had to work, so I wandered from place to place. It didn't matter what I did for a living; no matter where I settled down, I would be at home.\n\nThough many places looked the same, they couldn't be any more different from each other. Each block held a different tribe of people, a different subculture of Singapore. To the rest of the world, there wasn't much of a difference, but we could tell exactly who we were by the way we walked and talked. And we weren't ashamed of that. We wore who we were on our cuffs, there was no denying where we came from. We did come from identical homes, after all.\n\nThis project of creating homes for hundreds of thousands of refugees and immigrants, myself included, has been dubbed the single greatest residential expansion in human history. In seventy years, we've housed countless citizens and erected countless buildings, so it should have come as no surprise that we would continue our ascent.\n\nAt first, when the HDB declared their plans for further expansions, we didn't mind. Our lives had been surrounded by construction for decades, it was nothing new to us. So the construction began, harmlessly enough, on top of the existing buildings all over the island. It was for the benefit of the growing population for us to have enough room for our busy lives, they said. Looking back now, it's hard to believe we ever lived in such conditions; small and personable abodes are a thing of the past.\n\nIn the following years, unprecedented progress was made in constructing our new towers. Spires, as they would soon be known, scattered the landscape, seemingly without a pattern. Whichever block was designated for an upgrade was immediately encased in scaffolding and became an eyesore for weeks. Over and over again, apartments would be added in newer and glossier styles, no doubt costing the state a serious sum. Once the initial wave of construction halted, we finally looked around at what we used to call home.\n\nInstead of the ten-floor apartment buildings we'd lived in all our lives, there were now twenty stories of flush, postmodern societal microcosms. Everything our people represented - independence through unity, strength against unfathomable odds - was delivered to us in brand new detail.\n\nWe were happy, of course, though we knew that these homes were not meant for us. We already had homes and the purpose of the project was to create new homes for those less fortunate. Some of us were able to move into the new spaces, and they were quick to boast. These new lavish homes were fit for kings and queens, not the everyman, they said. It can't get better than this, they said.\n\nMy husband and I moved into the nineteenth story of one of the HDB apartments, and it was easy to see the difference, however minute it might have been. A little bit more room to stretch in and slightly higher ceilings. It wasn't much. But the state had higher ambitions.\n\nFive years later, the standard twenty-story complex became twenty-five. Then it became thirty-five. Now, decades later, every apartment complex in Singapore is mandated to be fifty stories tall.\n\nThere are more than just homes here, however. Inbetween condos are shops and storefronts of all kinds. Some floors are strictly dedicated to shopping centers or amenities of some kind. If it weren't for work, there might not be a reason to leave at all.\n\nTo this day, people come to our nation in need of aid, and we oblige them. We ourselves are expanding as well, the population growing faster than ever before. In order to keep up with the demand for living space, the HDB has dedicated more funds and money to continue the work they're doing.\n\nI still live on the nineteenth floor, but I live in the heart of my nation, and I couldn't be prouder to call this home. So many days of my youth spent running up and down the halls, wondering what the next floor might have in store for me, and now every step is an adventure no matter where I go. The places have changed, though the people have stayed the same in their own differing ways. Our tribes have grown and we're all the better for it.\n\nWe could not build out, so we built up. It's a long way down from where I live, and there's nowhere to go but up." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 400-500 words. Prompt: Saint Peter looks up \"how the fuck....\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Let me see if I can remember how to do this…” muttered St Peter, fumbling around on the keyboard. The screen resolutely remained dark, no hint of life betraying that it might actually cooperate.\n\nAfter a few minutes his fingers happened to brush, firmly, against the relevant button and the machine coughed and spluttered to life. Dust, normally something taken care of by cherubs, that had been long hidden inside the beige coffin was expelled by a decrepit fan.\n\n“Ok, so, what was it that Jesus said…” the muttering continued as St Peter, the first Bishop of Rome, tried to remember how to connect to the internet. The mouse skidded along his ornate, golden, desk as he tried to wrestle it into position over the blue ‘AOL’ logo.\n\nWhen Heaven had decided to modernise, a while back, they had picked up a trial disk and loaded up. The internet wasn’t often needed up here, the OG usually fixed things, but he’d been pre-occupied recently and wasn’t around to help so they were resorting to the Internet. Unfortunately, though, they were still with AOL. It was a steep price ($79.95 a month) but worth it to keep with the times.\n\nThe cursor found the small part of the screen it needed and St P clicked away furiously until a new scene opened. Smiling (the hard part was done) he typed in the username “stpeter30” and password “IloveGod” and stuck his fingers in his ears. The screeching that followed stunned one cherub off their cloud, caused Gabriel to come over and complain and saw at least three miscellaneous angels flip him the bird. Ignoring all of this, the cursor now flew to “netscape”.\n\nIn the bar at the top (he really was on a roll) the old man typed: “www.askjeeves.com”. Funnily enough he didn’t recognise the site but it seemed to be fairly straightforward so he typed in: “How the fuck do I fix Syria?”.\n\nBehind him, JC finally arrived.\n\n“Hey, you found out yet? Dad is gonna be pissed if we can’t do this.”\n\n“Yes,” replied St Peter, “but this makes no sense..”\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\n“Well,” came the reply, “apparently there are a number of solutions that include: Hitler was right, nuke them all and waterboarding. None of those seem right though.”\n\nJesus raised an eyebrow, and looked at the screen: “Odd, all the contributors are anonymous so you’d think they wouldn’t be afraid to give good solutions. Instead they just seem to want to kill ‘fags’ and ‘jews’.”\n\n“Quite,” said St Peter, visibly shaken.\n\n“Well, if that’s the case it is time for some drastic action.” said Jesus, rolling his sleeves up, “I think we need a new flood.”\n\n“How?”\n\n“Oh, we’ll leave them alone and they’ll melt the icecaps. I like to be a hands off deity.”\n\nSaint Peter sighed, pressed the off button on the computer, and decided that he’d had quite enough of technology for one day." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: A story with so many cliches it's hard to see what it's about" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'he is sooo not the type for you' Rory said as he charmingly sipped his cup of Chai-Latte. he had his sleeves way over his hands,but that was just Rory.\n\n'i mean, he is hot and all but you need more! real beauty is on the inside' I agreed as I set up our cookies.\n\nthe Wolfcubs really needed to sell enough cookies to get tickets to the jamboree next week. Rory went on as the cubs made themselves sale-ready.\n\n'he has the muscle's but he is all about sports, you want more than that' he said biting in one of our cookies.\n\nThen, out of nowhere the bearcubs arrived. the boy scouts from the South side of town.\n\n'What are you doing here?' said Dewey the leader, his southern accent noticeably thick.\n\n'And why do you have him with you?' Dewey glared at Rory, clearly showing disgust.\n\n'Oh that is just wrong' Rory said while he snapped his fingers.\n\n'that is racist and homophobic! it's 2017 Hon!' the black gay snapped at Dewey.\n\n'nevertheless you are selling cookies on Bear scout property'\n\n'this supermarket isn't your property'\n\n'it is now' Dewey said and with a flick of the hand his bear scouts attacked.\n\nthey tore open the cookie packets and broke all the cookies.\n\nSuddenly one of the bear scouts opened one of the packets in shock and he ran towards Dewey.\n\n'you have to take a look at this sir' he said, saluting his leader. 'my god,' Dewey exclaimed, 'it can't be true, he always said... no we must stick to our principles'\n\n'what can't be true?' i asked, 'who always said what?'\n\n'years ago the bear scouts and wolf scouts lived in harmony, baking and selling cookies together. until a break up between a former leader led to them splitting up. the leader of the bear scouts forbade interracial love and same-sex love and especially inters-cout love,' Dewey looked down from the paper, straight into my eyes. 'Nancy, you know what this means?' i wanted to scream it out loud but suddenly i heard a shot. Dewey slowly looked at his waist where blood was seeping through his uniform. 'Dewey?!' i screamed. Dewey slowly fell to his knees, grabbing the wound and trying to push the blood back. behind Dewey one of his scouts stood, with his air rifle. 'never will i allow love between a wolf scout and a bear scout' 'just read the declaration!' i screamed throwing him the document. he read it and broke down in tears screaming 'what have i done!' while being dragged away by the Mall cops.\n\nI knelt down next to Dewey who was now choking on his own blood.\n\n'Don't go Dewey, please don't go'\n\n'please Nancy when i die, will you return my library books and pay all my fees to the peace corps, amnesty international and unicef? oh i wish i could've shown you how much more i am than just muscles'\n\nhe slowly faded away.\n\ni cried, 'please don't go, i'm... i'm pregnant with your son!' 'you'll be a great mother....' Dewey said with his dying breath.\n\nRory wiped away a tear, 'in the end, he was a good man.'\n\ni screamed, and when i opened my eyes i was in a bed, auntie Em and uncle Tom looking at me. i sighed in relief, 'it was just a dream, none of it was real' then Dewey leaned in and kissed me." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Aliens exist, not only are they dangerous but cunning and playful too. They decide which planets are allowed into the “congregation” to do this a “citizen of earth” needs to beat the alien leader in a competition of any sort. One day the leader is challenged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dim, purple-tinted lights didn't betray much of their surroundings. According to the brief I got from the Suits, the aliens didn't see quite the same as humans. Where we prefer bright, white lights, they prefer dim, purple-ish lights. I strained my eyes, trying to observe more of my surroundings.\n\nIf I had to make a comparrison, I'd say I was in an alien conference room. It was a large room with a high, vaulted ceiling. A long table took up most of the space in the center with odd chairs at the heads and sides. The chairs looked like they were meant to contain upright jelly. Thankfully, the Suits gave me my own chair. I sat at the head of the table, facing a sealed double-door.\n\nWith a slight hiss, the door opened. More purple-tinted light entered the room, not doing much to illuminate my surroundings. In the doorway, the aliens stood. Three of them. The two at the sides were a little larger. The one in the center wore some kind of headpiece. I assumed he was the ruler.\n\nThe leader entered the chamber, leaving it's guards behind. The doors sealed behind it. Now, it was just it and me.\n\nI wasn't sure what to do. Smile? Greet it? Do nothing? The alien approached the opposite end of the table, it's undefined form slurping and slopping as it slithered across the floor. It looked like a dark purple pudding but with a bit more definition.\n\nAs it approached the table, I began to make out more features. Eyes covered it's head. Or at least what I assumed was it's head. They varied in size and shape. They did not blink. I have no idea what this thing was made out of, but I'm willing to bet I could stick my hand right through it. Like a big pile of Flarp, that slime that makes farting sounds when you stuff it back into the container it came in. Two tentacle-like protrusions hung by the creatures sides, by far the most solid part of it's body. They still looked squishy.\n\nMy earpiece crackled. One of the Suits spoke to me.\n\n\"That's their leader\", a gruff voice explained. \"I couldn't tell you it's name if I wanted to. Just imagine a vacuum sucking spaghetti through a pool noodle and you'll be close.\"\n\nI shuddered at that mental image.\n\n\"Look, just play it cool\", the Suit said. \"The aliens know how to play. Wait for it to take it's seat and let me know when you're ready.\"\n\nThe Suit paused before proceeding. \"For all our sakes', I hope you're right.\"\n\nThe alien took it's seat at the opposite end of the table. I don't know if these things sweat, but I sure as hell did. I was told that they don't understand human behavior or expressions, like smiling or laughing. Hopefully, they thought bubble-guts were natural too.\n\nI swallowed, trying to wet my throat. There wasn't much spit left in my mouth.\n\n\"Ok\", I said aloud. \"Let's do this.\"\n\n\"Roger\", the Suit replied. \"Stand-by.\"\n\nA gurgling sound came from somewhere in the room. Probably an intercom or something. The Suit's earlier analogy was shockingly accurate. The alien didn't move. Didn't blink. It just stared, all eyes on me, unblinking.\n\nIt raised one tentacle in front of it, parallel to the surface of the table, pointed at me. I did the same. And I prayed I was right.\n\nThe alien and I slightly raised our arms at the same time, bringing them back down.\n\n\"Rock\", I said.\n\nWe raised our arms up and then back down again.\n\n\"Paper\", my voice nearly cracked.\n\nWe raised our arms up and then back down a third time.\n\n\"Scissors\", I prayed I was right about this.\n\nWe raised and lowered our hands a final time.\n\n\"Shoot!\"\n\nSilence. There the alien sat, tentacle wrapped into a fist as much as it could. Across from it, me, hand flat out. Paper.\n\nThe creature blinked. It garbled something.\n\nThe Suit came on again.\n\n\"Best two-out-of-three\", he said. \"Go again.\"\n\nWe conducted the ritual a second time.\n\n\"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot!\"\n\nThe alien's tentacle was straight, as flat as it could make it. My hand was flat as well. We both picked paper. Draw.\n\n\"Alright\", the Suit began. \"Last round.\"\n\nWe repeated the ritual one more time.\n\n\"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot!\"\n\nI remember the first time I saw one of these aliens. It was on the news. Then we learned of their ultimatum.\n\n\"Best us in any competition or forever be exiled.\"\n\nNow, across from me, the alien held it's tentacle extended, clenched in a fist. My arm extended out in from of me. Hand flat. Paper.\n\nYou can't pick scissors if you have tentacles for arms." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 900-1000 words. Prompt: After escaping from your husband the King, you ran away from your kingdom and traveled from places to places. After months of errance, you meet an old and unexepcted acquaintance who wants to help you take your power back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You fidget in your seat, and pluck at the threadbare cotton dress you wear. You had to abandon your petticoats, your crown, the pearls and jewels. Everything, just to get away from him.\n\nYou sigh, and wonder how it came to this. While he had been of common birth, the man now crowned as King has been a stalwart defender of your kingdom and of you, racing to the rescue time and time again. When did selfless heroism turn into presumptions of power? When did love and courage turn cruel and bitter?\n\nThe door opens, and a man walked in. Not just any man, because of course it had to be THAT man. Broad, and perhaps somewhat portly, he nevertheless wore his snakeskin suit well, green and gold armor for a man of limitless greed and grasp. He settles down in a chair across from you, a balding functionary lighting the cigar clenched in his immaculate teeth. Large fingers with well manicured, if long, nails fiddled with his cufflinks.\n\n\"I never thought,\" he starts, breathing out a plume of smoke, \"that you'd willingly come to me. What happened to the brash princess I once courted-\"\n\n\"Abducted,\" you all but snarl. You're not surprised, but the criminal overlords red eyebrows rise a few inches, and the functionary who lit his cigar leans back.\n\nThe air is frosty for a moment, two moments, before the man nods, lizard-like. \"Aye, abducted. Let me, again, offer apologizes. I was... brash, in my youth. Arrogant even. To think I knew what was best for my followers, to know who to seek and marry. Oh, if only some dashing heroine had saved me from myself.\"\n\nYou want to cry. You want to get up and walk away. You want to lift the table that separates you two into the air, and bludgeon the smug condescending tone right out of this mocking bastard.\n\n\"I need your help,\" you say, through clenched teeth. \"I need to get away, even further. Far enough away that I never see another mushroom in all my life. I can almost feel his gloved hands around my neck, hear the thump of his boots just outside my bedroom.\"\n\nYou hug yourself, and bow your head, to your most hated enemy. \"I hate you. I hate what you've done, what you tried to do, and I hate that for the sake of appearances, I had to forgive you. Go golfing, go karting, tennis. I hate it all. And I have no one else to turn to.\"\n\nSilence descends on the room. A silence that lasts, stretches time and possibility to the breaking point.\n\nThere is a rustle of fabric, and you look up. The man is not smiling. He is not gloating, or preening, or angry. His expression is stony, stoic even. His eyes though, they are deep, deep wells of grief, and regret.\n\nThe handkerchief he reaches out with does not suit his large hand. It does not match his reptilian suit, nor the smokey room. It is a light pink, with a small golden star embroidered in one corner. You recognize it; it was a token gift, a gesture of letting go of the shadow war you two had once fought. The war that had elevated a common plumber to a king.\n\n\"I carry this with me, everywhere. I know I'm not a good guy, or even an okay guy. But I was given a chance to make amends when you gave me this. I think about it every night.\"\n\nSilence follows, but it's different this time, comfortable rather than cold or poisonous. It takes you time, maybe even minutes to find the strength to take the handkerchief from his hand.\n\nThe man nods, then leverages himself out of his seat. \"Well, no time like the present. Let's get you back on your throne.\"\n\n\"What? No! I need to run, I have to get away! You never won before, why would it be different now!?\"\n\nHe nods at your frantic objections, and beckons you around to his side of the table. He points to a golden cord, hanging from the ceiling, and faces some rich velvet curtains. His hands are clasped, shoulders back, almost regal.\n\nHesitantly, you pull the cord. The curtains part, and you find yourself staring out a great window. People, from your kingdom, and from the criminals empire, working hand in hand. They ready tanks, buff armor, sharpen spears and load cannons. One turns and sees you, shouting soundlessly and pointing.\n\nIt's like watching ripples in the water, or waves on the beach, as the cry is echoed throughout the vast workshop. More and more loyalists cheer, kneel and suplicate themselves, and dance with partners you'd never have expected them to make.\n\nThe man by your side accepts something from the functionary, and turns to you, his distance respectful, tone polite.\n\n\"It was quite a bit of coin to have this smuggled out of your old palace.\"\n\nIt's your crown. The crown of your mother, and your mothers mother, and her mothers mother. A dynasty clad in pink and pearls.\n\nYou gingerly pick up the crown, and set it upon your head. It is heavy, and it has been so long since you'd worn it. Perhaps it is even heavier than before, now that you know what it cost to lose it, and how much you will bleed in taking it back. The crowd below roars, so loud you can hear them from behind the glass.\n\nHe doesn't try to take your hand. He doesn't go in for a kiss, or a hug. He stands there, playing with his cufflinks, smoking his cigar. He sees you looking, and he grins.\n\n\"Ah, now don't you just look peachy, Peach.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Life evolved on many planets in the galaxy, but Earth is the only place where life evolved to eat other lifeforms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Very few constants exist throughout the galaxy. Three of them to be exact.\n\nFirst, the universal belief in the Galactic Tetradecagon, the creators of the galaxy.\n\nSecond, that life on each planet was self sustaining.\n\nAnd finally, that evolution naturally created a sport among the dominant species of the planet that existed solely as an excuse to become intoxicated because it was too boring to watch otherwise.\n\nSadly, Earth only got one third of this memo with only 'Baseball' to show when other species began to visit this small speck in the otherwise dead system.\n\nSee, when they first visited they were entirely sure that the plants of the planet were the dominant species by shear number alone. When talks with the plants yielded few results, they next tried the insects. After many failed attempts, they finally accepted that the smelly flesh creatures called Humans must be the rulers of the planet, as none of the other species were neither astonishingly stupid nor overwhelmingly naive enough to accept the title. See, every other species on the planet somehow knew about their place outlying the Intergalactic Constant, but none of them knew how to relay this to the Humans. Well, that's a lie. They knew how. They just chose not to in hopes of getting rid of the Humans.\n\nThe first ships arrived nearly one hundred and fifty years prior, dropping off waste upon Earth before leaving. Though several nations feared this was a biological attack, it would alter be realized this was more akin to a drunken teenager pulling over on a back road to release his bowels than a full force planetary attack.\n\nNext, the Humans tried to make contact unsuccessfully for the next one hundred years before they were accepted as the Dominant species. This also is the period that the phrase \"As stubborn as a human\" began to spread, for most species knew when to give up. Since being accepted, the last thirty years had become particularly interesting, especially in the squat yellow trailer parked unevenly on the small hill in New Hampshire.\n\nJoseph Finch sat at his small table, pressing down carefully to avoid the wobble of it. Across from him, his best friend sat, covered in rocks of varying types, his squat face squished in a poorly cut helmet made of what Joseph was fairly certain was Grey Styrofoam.\n\n\"Are you certain you don't want any coffee, Sam?\" His own cup of water sat on the thin wooden top of the hand me down dining room table. He assumed it was one when he picked it up at the garage sell, anyway, as it was easier to call it that than the piece of junk it really was.\n\nSam's face scrunched up even further, a sneer trailing across what little room it had as his beady eyes cut into Joseph. \"You know I've taken a vow not to eat anything made by any animal, vegetable, or bacterial product.\"\n\nJoseph pressed his fingers into his temple, remembering well this fact as Sammy had been posting about it, talking about it, and ranting about it every day for the past month. Perhaps with enough pressure, though, he would be able to just end it right then and...\n\n\"Do you have any tofu though? Maybe soy milk?\"\n\nJoseph's eyes opened into slits, contempt fueling his voice. \"You do know those are both made from vegetation too, right Sam?\"\n\nThe chubby face flickered shock for a brief second before shifting into anger. \"But the Szardachians said soy was okay! What, am I just not suppose to eat? You wanting me to die Joe?\"\n\nJoseph shook his head, hanging it slightly. \"The Szarda- I don't even know who those are. I just want you to be normal again. Wear normal clothes, not whatever the hell that get up is.\"\n\n\"Well I'll have YOU know, I'm trying to look like the Szardachians so they can realize not EVERYTHING on this planet is such uncivilized swathe as yourself and the others. Though I suppose its not your fault. The Szardachians bring word from the Tetradecagon that Earth was a drunken experiment for the 21041232 nameday of Zarsddfoefe-\"\n\n\"I don't give a damn, Sam. Though...isn't it kind of racist to try and look like them?\"\n\nSammy rolled his eyes. \"Can't be racist if it is a species and not a ra-\"\n\n\"You're doing this for a girl aren't you!\" Joseph exclaimed, a wry look in his eye and sinister tone in his voice.\n\nThe snark was gone from Sammy's voice, instead a mild embarrassment flushing over them. Or perhaps it was blood pooling. He couldn't be sure. \"I'll have you know, they are called Ferfledarcs in its culture!\"\n\nAll Joseph could do was shake his head, cupping it in his hand. \"Sammy one day you're going to make me go to Belgium or somewhere where they don't have to-\"\n\n\"HOW DARE YOU USE THAT WORD!\" Sammy stood up, the distinct sound of rocks grinding against each other and bouncing echoing out as he made his way from the room, a trail of pebbles and dust in his wake.\n\nJoseph looked down into the cup of water, the large maws and multiple eyes viewing back up at him in his own reflection. Being a second generation transplant was hard, especially with how strange the humans were." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Humanity has discovered aliens. Issue: Alien society is basically just human society. Same tech, same concepts of government, same concepts of self, religion, etc. etc." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lia gazed out a window of the spaceship, wishing her parents had told her how long they'd be gone. The spaceship was docked at a \"neutral meeting location,\" so she wouldn't be in any danger. Her mother, a linguist, and her father, a biologist, had both been selected for the mission to meet the aliens.\n\n\"This will be a good opportunity for you,\" her father had said. \"You'll be one of the first people to meet an alien! Aren't you excited?\"\n\n\"What's an alien?\" Lia had asked, unable to remember what the word meant at the time. Now she knew it was a creature from outer space. Her parents had warned her that the aliens might be scary or dangerous. But also, Lia privately thought, they might be funny and nice.\n\nA movement caught her attention from outside the spaceship. There was a black-and-white ball rolling across the docking bay. A football! Lia sat up in interest as an alien ran into view and started searching for the ball. It was a child like her, although it was shorter and had an extra eye, which was weird.\n\nHer parents had told her to stay on the spaceship. But Lia had always been taught to help others, hadn't she? Even if they were from outer space. She snuck past the dozing space corporal and into the docking bay without feeling any bit of guilt. The alien was startled when Lia appeared. But when she retrieved the football from behind a crate, it smiled in understanding.\n\n\"Thank you,\" the alien said, then hesitated.\n\nLia had learned enough of the alien language from her mother that she understood. \"You're welcome,\" she said. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\"Paul. What's yours?\"\n\n\"Lia.\"\n\n\"Want to play?\" Paul asked, pointing at the football.\n\n\"Yes!\" Lia said happily.\n\nFor the next hour, Lia played football with her new friend Paul. He told her that he was a boy, that he was ten years old, that the aliens had a different word for football, and that his favorite food was ice cream. Lia's favorite food was also ice cream - but before she could say anything, a group of adults, including her parents, entered the docking bay.\n\nLia excitedly started to tell the adults about her new friend, but the look on their faces was terrifed. In an instant, Lia and Paul were separated.\n\n\"I told you they could be dangerous!\" her parents said furiously. \"We still don't know their true intentions. Don't you understand? You can't just go around playing with aliens. We don't even know anything about them yet!\"\n\n\"They like ice cream,\" Lia said stubbornly. \"And they have football.\"\n\nBut her parents weren't even listening anymore. Everyone was boarding the spaceship. When she once again gazed out the window, Paul was being scolded by a pair of adults who must be his parents. The football was lying in the middle of the docking bay, forgotten by everyone else. And as the spaceship flew out of the docking bay, preparing to return to the Andromeda Galaxy, Lia waved sadly at him.\n\nAnd he looked at her with his two eyes and waved back." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: A couple finds an old VHS tape in the attic of their house. They play it and discover that it was left by a serial killer who used to live in the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dark figure walked down the dull lit room. Stopping just out of focus for the camera.\n\n\"Since you are playing this tape that means two things. Firstly, you've found this tape in the attic. Secondly, you're going to die.\" The grim voice bellowed.\n\n\"John turn it off, turn it off.\" Rachel cried.\n\nJohn reached for the control and turn the T.V off.\n\n\"Call the police.\" Rachel asked of him.\n\n\"Calm down Rach, it's probably just a prank. The kids who use to live here probably made it. And left it in the attic to scare the next people who moved in. Don't get scared.\" John said, hoping to calm her down.\n\nRachel got up from the sofa and began to pace around the living room, biting her nails, she hadn't bitten her nails in years.\n\nJohn put his arms around her and said \"if it means you'll calm down, I'll call the police. Maybe they will get you to believe this is just a prank.\"\n\nJohn reached for the phone of the wall. \"I'm going to call them now, okay.\" He dialled the number. \"Erm Rach, the phone isn't working.\"\n\n\"What you mean the phone isn't working.\" Rachel asked panicking.\n\n\"I mean the phone line is dead.\"\n\nRachel grabbed her keys from the coffee table. \"We're leaving now.\"\n\nThe lights went. The whole house was in darkness. The only light was from the nearest neighbour's house, which was about one-hundred yards away.\n\nRachel reached the door and turned the handle. \"John the doors locked.\" She tried her keys but they won't work. \"The key aren't working either.\" She began to tremble.\n\n\"The back door quickly.\" John ordered.\n\nThey both stumbled into the kitchen, knocking the ornaments from the shelves as they searched for the door.\n\n\"John this door is locked too.\"\n\n\"Stand back Rach.\" John ordered. He then charged at the back door, taking it from the hinges, landing on the grass outside.\n\nThey both ran alongside the corn field towards their neighbour's house.\n\nJohn could feel his heart beating rapidly, it felt like it was going to rip though his chest. They ran at full speed, the adrenaline had kicked in at this point. They never looked back once in fear of what they might see.\n\nThey reached the doorstep and John pounded his hands on the door.\n\n\"Please you've got to let us in.\" John screamed.\n\nThe door opened, old man Peters stood in the doorway.\n\n\"Is everything okay? You're both shaking.\"\n\n\"Please help us.\" Rachel screeched at the top of her lungs.\n\n\"Of course, of course. Come in.\" Old man Peters said, he stepped aside and let them in.\n\nRachel looked out the front window into the darkness of the fields. She couldn't see anything.\n\n\"Someone is trying to kill us.\" Rachel proclaimed.\n\n\"I see. I'll be right back.\" Old man Peters told them. He walked into the corridor and then up the stairs. The staircase creaking as he went up each step. These old farm houses have a reputation of doing that.\n\n\"Where's he's gone?\" Rachel asked.\n\n\"He's probably gone to get his gun. Everyone out in the country as one.\"\n\nThe staircase began to crack again. This time the steps were slow and without any rhythm. The creaking came to a holt. Next the door swung open again. Old man Peters stood in the doorway menacingly, dry eyed, double barrel shotgun in hand.\n\n\"I see you two found my tape. I was wondering how long it would take. You two are the fasted yet.\" Old man Peters tonelessly said.\n\nThe sound of a shotgun echoed through the fields. The screams of a woman came next, then met with another blast. After which there wasn't a sound." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: An alien figures out that humans are playing holodeck extreme survival scenarios pitting them against the most fearsome predators in the most challenging environments not for training but for ... fun?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tearing flesh and quick stabs brings the beast to the floor. Again the human stands triumphant with their many wounds fading away as the holodeck rolls back the damage. “Why does he do this?” asks Shlonor, “There is no situation where he will encounter a Jallaman Slasher, they are extinct!” The human looks to us almost staring through the one way observation window. “Give me another! This is good stuff.”\n\nI queue up a monstrous beast, a Slandalian Cave whistler. “I have done as you requested. However, I have a question for you.” The scene begins and the dark cave begins to surround the human. “Switching to night vision mode, what kind of weapon should he be given?” Shlonor says as they flip dials and turn knobs, allowing us to get a clear as day view from the window. “Give him a Numodian tri-spear, his fighting skills are crude enough for it.” The spear rises from the floor and he grips it in his hands, “What is your question?”\n\n“Why do you fight here? What is the fun you get from this? I do not understand.” The man frowns, “Hm” He sighs, “I guess that it is just the rush.”\n\n“Adrenaline you mean?”\n\n“Yes! Exactly. This place you have is real enough that I get a lot of blood pumping, but not enough to kill me. These creatures can be scary or just really powerful and I like seeing which ones I can beat. It feels really good to think on the fly and battle with smarts and brawn.”\n\nThe Cave Whistler begins to take shape with its many furry arms and legs. It crawls along the roof of the cave, whistling different frequencies to find its way in the complete darkness. “For instance” calls the man as the Whistler's ears prick and it darts in the direction of the sound. It leaps at where the call came from and slams into the wall, the man having shuffled out of the way. “This one can see in the darkness, I can't. We are equal in combat in raw power, I have no skill but I have a weapon. This one can only fight like the animal that it is, which is still plenty strong.”\n\nThe Whistler recovers and pounds through the darkness landing with loud thuds on the rocks. The man turns the spear in the general direction of the sound. As he fumbles with the spear his hands land on the light switch and makes it glow a bright blue. “Oh! Nice, this is better.” His pupils close as the light replaces the dark and the Whistler fills his vision. It strikes with open palms and grabs him as the spear pieces its chest. The man digs in the spear and the Whistler responds by throwing him across the cave into the darkness.\n\n\t\n\nIt takes off with the spear still deep in its chest, tracking light all around and fumbling as the metal scrapes on the rocks. “See how quickly these fights change” The man coughs while standing up from the dirt. “I can see it, and with a little skill I can make it go wherever I want.” He opens his fist to reveal a collection of rocks that he whips to a pillar just in front of him. They clatter all around it and the Whistler strikes at it, tearing into the wall with its bare hands and crushing the stones. The human runs up behind it and slams a big rock on the back of its head.\n\nThe Whistler screams and falls forward as he pushes down on it, driving the tri tipped spear all the way through the chest of it. “An easy win, give me something without the same vital spots as me next time, I want to really get creative.” I ask Shlonor, \"How many humans do we have doing this?\" They respond, \"Specifically fighting? Around forty five men and women. Pretty neat to watch right?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: Give your account of the apocalypse as you watch it happen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The truth was a lot easier to accept once it was known that nothing could be done. Honestly, once the facade had been shattered, it was the last relief, greatest of them all. All the self-doubt that had plagued humanity ever since we began looking outward, into the universe, of our own insignificance, of our own irrelevance, of the fact that our grandiose dreams and thoughts might be the biological quirks of a species less relevant on a galactic scale than a single ant; all of it vanished. The confirmation of these fears was a magic bullet, a pill so great all others faded into the dark.\n\nIf, of course, it could be swallowed. Many ran from the light into the darkness that their minds, no longer ignorant, would not allow them to be sheltered in. Some took to war; those who did not truly understand or care what was coming, but knew enough to finally justify the final cyclone of rage, the baptism of violence that they could exit reality in. The nukes didn't launch. There was no point. Like I said; we became extinct the moment we became resigned to the inevitable.\n\nOthers killed themselves. A foolish enough endeavour. Pointless, really, if it were to escape the end. Perhaps it was an act of defiance against the infinite presence that would remove us from existence. I can respect that. Sometimes I wonder if the ants held their little mandibles up to the boot that crushed them. I wonder if they even knew enough to stare oblivion in the face.\n\nHow did it happen? Pride, our oldest sin. A predictable, pathetic ending. We tried to play god; an experimental scientific protocol designed to test a quantum physics theory, or a black hole experiment, something like that. I was never a man of science myself, which is fortunate considering the ones that were flayed alive by some mobs. The experiment was a resounding success in that it opened a hole to elsewhere. It was an abject failure if control had been a parameter of the scientists involved.\n\nI'm sitting on a hill out west as I write this. The news broadcasts stopped a few hours ago. Before they went, the scientists - who all looked remarkably calm, some with resigned smiles, as if by unleashing this incomparable force they became assured of their own progress in science - explained that we would never confirm what it was that had been given access to our universe. That was the only part that made me angry. Now I know how the ants feel; they don't recognize the boot as concealing the foot of the destroyer. We were so insignificant that it might have been the equivalent of an ant from another universe wiping us out, on an infinitely greater scale. We're so... unnecessary.\n\nThey said it was kind of like dark matter, something totally anathema to the physical or chemical composition of our universe. It didn't react violently, so no explosion; rather, and they were certain of this at least, was that it merely erased whatever it came into contact with. Although, one mentioned, we ought to ignore the implication that 'erasing' signified a conscious act. It might have been the equivalent of accidentally brushing up against a stranger, if your motion eliminated the stranger from existence without you ever knowing they were there. The holes appeared randomly, disappeared randomly.\n\nSo that's it. I had the fortune to actually see in action. Behind me there's a giant patch of nothing. Just hanging there in the air. I can't describe the colour; it doesn't have one. Not white. I haven't looked at it. I don't want to. It makes me feel kind of sad. I wonder what happens when this hill is erased. I wonder if the ants have time to s" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: In what seems like a cruel prank by a bored God, people started developing powers based on their worst fears. people afraid of heights got the gift of flight. arachnophobia? get the power of spiders. phasmophobia? necromancy/ability to speak with the dead. Your power is... hard to explain..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most parents develop their kids fear very early on, taking extra care with specialists not to traumatize them too much. My parents didn't want to inflict such pain upon me, they couldn't bring themselves to hurt their baby daughter for the sake of a silly power.\n\nI spent most of my life without a fear, without powers. While in school, I saw most other kids having fun with their powers, some even having surpassed their fears and hesitation.\n\nIn high school I was probably the only kid without a power. I had no actual phobias and watching horror movies only made me more desensitized to them. I was a bit jealous, seeing my friend pass through doors and walls like they didn't exist, but I'd already given up on trying for a power.\n\nI was too late to get a power. Honestly, being older and more rational made it difficult to get scared, let alone an exact phobia. When I did get scared, it wasn't to the point I would develop my ability and it always sucked testing to see if I'd awakened to anything and coming up sort.\n\nIn all honesty, I probably didn't even need a good power to get by. My father's power was telekinesis from fear of being controlled and my mother's was electricity from a traumatic event where her brother died when she was young. Their current occupations paid handsomely, and if they ever left, others would flock to grab them before others.\n\nAnd yet, there was no time I wanted a power more than today. My parents lay dead on the floor, the home invaders having taken them by surprise, and I was lying on the cold floor bleeding out next to them.\n\nTears kept falling from my eyes, my face opposite to my unmoving mother's. I didn't want to die. I wasn't really scared of death, but I didn't want to die. I was terrified, but I didn't know what terrified me, and I couldn't activate any power whatsoever.\n\nIn my shallow breaths, I accepted my end. And at that moment, I saw my father's body twitching as he stood up, telekinesis moving what seemed to be a corpse. Upon landing his gaze on one of the intruders, the man's neck was torn apart.\n\nThe others quickly took notice and pelted him with bullets, but not before he took another two with him.\n\nI cried, my voice unable to be heard from the blood blocking my throat. It was all over. I was dying, unable to do anything. I was a failure, always late to do anything in life. Too late to get a power, too late to save my parents, too late to warn them that someone had broke in.\n\nBeing so close to dying, I wasn't scared of meeting my end. No, perhaps that would be a blessing. What I was terrified of, was that I would be too late to meet my parents in the same afterlife, that I would be late one more time and eternal rest would become eternal hell.\n\nMy eyes closed for the last time, a tear rolling down my face as I felt my power activating for the first time.\n\nI was terrified.\n\nMy eyes shot open, the pain I felt before I died gone, as were all the injuries. I took a quick look at my surroundings, finding myself tucked in my bed.\n\nTerror gave way to confusion, to surprise and then to hope. I opened my phone which was luckily right next to me. The date was Saturday, 2:39 am, and everyone was asleep. Muffled footsteps were heard from downstairs and my hope turned into terror back again.\n\nI turned my head, finding a person dressed in black with whiffs of smoke coming from his clothes. I only had enough time to look the home invader in the eyes before pulled a gun from his pocket and shot me.\n\nWith a gasp, I opened my eyes again, this time immediately jumping up from bed. The noise seemed to have alerted the intruders, however, as they made their way to my bedroom only seconds later, ending my life without hesitation.\n\nI grunted as I opened my eyes again, knowing just how bad the situation was. But this time I wasn't scared. I calmly got out of bed.\n\nMy power defied reality and no matter how many attempts it took, no matter how many times I died, I would survive, and I would save my parents.\n\nI wasn't scared of pain, I had already died twice.\n\nMy parents were still alive.\n\nI wasn't late. I wasn't going to be late. Not this time, not any time, not going forward.\n\nBecause my ability answered to my deepest fear, and I wasn't going to allow myself to be late ever again." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You're a wandering demon hunter. You travel from place to place to hunt demons, fiends, celestials, infernals really anything you think can hurt humans and taking their powers for yourself. You've been at it for a couple of centuries now. Currently you're entering a church to kill a celestial." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's never easy, but it's always simple. You use the right methods against the right beasts, and you hope that your sword arm is better than theirs.\n\nI stood on the stone steps of that church. They were battered, chipped, and neglected. Moss and lichen ascended the building, and two stone statues stared accusingly at me with pure and beautiful faces. Before me stood an oak door that should never be shut, but was. The air was cold and still and dry. The bells were as quiet as the dead, and the dead were tolling like bells.\n\nI calmly poured daemon blood over my iron sword, watching the polished metal dull and corrode moments before the thick, black liquid ran over it. The smell reminded me of why I was here. I was to slay one of the beasts, one of the invaders. But there would be no songs of glory that night, no praise, no glory. Those that hired me would throw their payment at me in disgust. Killing a creature like this was a sin greater than any other in the minds of most everyone, but a sin that needed to be performed none the less.\n\nI entered the church. I could see the dust through the occasional slit of light that brought petty illumination to the dispair of that place, the darkness, the dispair of that place. It was eerily beautiful, powerful, magestic, and consuming, the dispair of that place.\n\n\"Hello.\" A voice called out, meek, and serene.\n\n\"You know why I'm here.\" I said, my tone stern, unrelenting.\n\n\"I know why you're here. Please, come closer.\"\n\nI approached. Were this my standard fare I might have been cautious, I might have looked for traps or had an apprentice to watch my back; I might have simply drawn my flintlock and started the inevitable battle for survival. But there were rules here, there was peace here. And so I slowly strode to the alter.\n\n\"Of which god are you?\" I asked; it seemed like a polite enough question.\n\n\"I should ask you the same.\"\n\nI sighed, \"I don't think any god would look favourably upon me.\"\n\n\"No? Then why do you act?\"\n\nI had been asked this before. \"I act for the safety and preservation of man, to guard my kin against the damage caused by yours, your wars, your incomprehensible actions.\"\n\n\"You fear that which you do not understand?\"\n\n\"I fear that which cannot be understood.\"\n\nShe might have been beautiful, were that something I thought to consider, were beauty something she could offer me.\n\n\"Will you accept my blessing?\"\n\nI don't know why I accepted. The last time I answered such a question yes, I was but a boy. But standing there, the energy which might have urged me to refuse was sapped, and I kneeled. She gathered some sort of powder in her fingers, and ran it through my hair.\n\n\"Blessed are those who seek absolution. Blessed are those who seek protection. And blessed are those who seek answers. May this soul receive all that he seeks.\"\n\nI stood, and offered a polite nod to the creature. \"Are my sins now forgiven?\" I asked in earnest.\n\n\"I don't know; what do you think?\"\n\nI considered the question for a moment. \"No, I don't suppose they are.\"\n\nA daemon dies a few minutes after you remove its head, a man dies a few seconds after you slice his throat, and a celestial dies as soon as you pierce its heart." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: The deed is done. After a long and difficult war, the chosen hero have defeated the demon lord. His enemy gave him however one last \"gift\" as a reward : Immortality and Invulnerability, nothing can kill him, and he can't take his own life. Existantial dread takes place in the hero's mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blood splatters against the glossy obsidian tile. it pools underneath the two figures standing in the grand hall. One clad in once immaculate silver armor whose surface is now scratched and battered. The breastplate blackened and scorched from repeated fiery blasts. The other wears an angry red cloak, tattered and frayed from a drawn-out fight. Her armor, as black as night, pierced straight through with a gleaming blade held by him.\n\nThe silence breaks as the blade slips from her fingers and clatters to the floor. A pained cough throws a bloody spittle against his stoic face. Remaining still as she slowly falls off his sword, collapsing back onto the ground. The ugly hole through her chest quickly becoming obscured by the gushing blood. But as life drains away, a peace falls over her face as she smiles. His piercing blue eyes glower down at the Villain, the source of this world's misery and torment for so long, and holds his defense. Unsure what plans she has already laid in motion for her demise to bring that wicked smile to her face.\n\nBut... it's not wicked, not conniving, not even a hint of malice in her glowing red eyes. Instead, she looks almost, rueful? Her gaze turns to lock back on him, standing over her as the clear victor in this decades-long struggle between the two. \"Thank you... and... I'm sorry\" she says softly.\n\nRage bubbles from within as he shouts \"You're sorry?!?! Is that supposed to wash away all your sins? Healed the people who have languished under your thumb for centuries? Banish the countless horrors you have unleashed into the world?\" The grip on his sword tightens as he poises it for a final plunge into her head. \"If those thanks are for atonement then take it back for I will give you none demon!\"\n\nHis words don't seem to rattle her or shake that sad smile from her lips. The glow of her eyes begins to dim as she speaks \"I apologize to you and no one else Hero.\" Bloody coughs make her body tense in pain as she forces herself to continue \"For you will take on my curse. One of eternal life and protection from all... save one.\" Confusion visibly hits as he hesitates on the finishing blow. Waiting for her to continue.\n\n\"Do your good Hero, use this curse to set the world at peace. Help it remain prosperous and protect untold generations from the evils lurking in the dark. But as the centuries begin to wear on your mind and the world you know turns to dust with time, remember there is a way out.\" Her eyes grow softer with each passing moment. With each word spoken. In all their years fighting he had never heard this kindness in her voice. \"A pure heart it must be, A rage of righteous degree, fought with all your power, you'll find your final hour, you will have rest at long last, but to your killer it will be passed.\" Tears began to run as she recited the poem, the red in her eyes replaced by a piercing blue. \"Thank you... and... I'm... sorry\" she says with her final breath.\n\nThe Hero stands over her body. Left in silence as her words hang in the air. The blood spreads out from the fallen body of the Villain. The glow of his red eyes reflected off of its surface." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: Everyone has a superpower, and those that don't are taken away and never seen again. You don't have a superpower, so you've had to fake it - and so far, everybody's fooled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sat down in the dark oak chair and swiveled to face the hooded figure seated next to me. \"So,\" I say \"how much do you want this time? As long as you don't go for anything impossible I can provide it.\"\n\n\"Heh, you're unusually willing today, hiring me and letting me name the price\" replied the dark figure \"where's the pressure coming from this time? The media, your 'friends', or, god forbid, worried about losing your prescious fans.\"\n\n\"That's none of your concern, just tell me what you want and we can speed this on it's way.\"\n\n\"Fine fine, let's say... 5 million, that seems reasonable doesn't it.\"\n\n\"You're serious aren't you\" I say, staring down my compatriot. After half a minute passes I click my tongue and retrieve a stack of glowing chips which I place down on the table. \"Fine then, 5 million, traceless and secure just as always.\"\n\n\"It's been a pleasure doing business as always, Mr. Enigma. Call me when you next need, how shall we say, professional assistance.\" The cloaked man rose from the table and seemed to evaporate into the deep shadows surrounding the table.\n\nAround a week later.\n\n\"Well Tom our top story tonight is sure to lift all our spirits. Just this afternoon the top Hero Enigma took down his nemesis Sullen putting an end to his lawless rampage throughout our city.\"\n\n\" You hit the nail on the head there Mira, the city has already made a profuse statement of thanks to Enigma for his actions. Although the hero association still hasn't put forwards a statement I'm sure we're all expecting this act to put him back on the top of the standings.\"\n\n\"I know I am, ReNaq is wonderful and all but it just doesn't feel the same as when Enigma is on top. Speaking of the rankings though I must ask the question that's on everyone's minds, did Enigma give us so much as a clue this time round\"\n\n\"Sorry to disappoint you but I'm afraid he hasn't. Like so many of his exploits this battle too was done in the secrecy which earned Enigma his name. \"\n\n\"Well we might not know his powers but I'm thankful for them nevertheless.\"\n\nI switched off the TV and glanced outside at the happy throng gathered around the Association building, although muffled by the glass of my office I could still hear the happy exclamations and cries of praise. I heard a knock at my door and turned around to see a tall heavily built woman standing in the door.\n\n\"Ah, ReNaq come in come in, what brings you here today?\"\n\n\"First of all I believe I've told you should just call me Emily when it's only capes around, just because you refuse to give out any of your info doesn't mean you need to treat everyone like a stranger. And please, you know why I'm here, to congratulate you on Sullen of course.\"\n\n\"Really, just to congratulate me, no ulterior motives at all?\"\n\n\"I mean obviously I want to know how you caught him, but it's not like you'd ever tell so what's the point of asking. I was so certain I was going to get him first though, honestly I was shocked when I heard you had got him.\"\n\n\"If I can shock the best hero in the world I suppose I must be doing something right.\"\n\n\"It's second best, the association just released new rankings, you're number one again. Don't go thinking you've won though, I'll get the next supervillain and surpass you in no time.\" As she walked out of my office she turned and said \"Keep up the good work Mr. Savior of the city.\" before closing the door behind her." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: You can speak with the souls of the dead by touching their corpse. This has made you quite the successful detective. But today, you've found another use for your power." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Jason, we shouldn’t be out here!”\n\n“You’re saying this now?” I was already about a good 2 inches deep into the grave. The occupant down there was buried not too long ago, the dirt is still loose so it should be quick, hopefully. What we were doing wasn’t exactly legal and we needed to be fast.\n\n“I’m just saying, why did I have to come with you?” Scott was nervously standing above me holding the light so I can see.\n\nI was about a foot deep now so I had to look up to yell at him in a hushed voice, “Because you and Dad are the only ones that know about my secret and I can’t do this shit alone! Now hold the light steady please.”\n\nWe stayed silent after that exchange until I hit the casket.\n\n“Okay...Scott help me out”\n\nWe both heaved the lid of the marble casket out of the hole.\n\n“Okay” I looked up at Scott, he had tears in his eyes “I’m going in, if you see anybody just pull me off of him...okay?” Scott nodded his head shakily, he was a good kid, I feel terrible for pulling him into this, but we need to know. We need to know who killed our father.\n\nI touched the corpse’s head and then everything went dark for a minute. Then I was teleported to what looked like our family living room. That’s typical though since I usually appear in what the host considers a comfortable environment.\n\nI looked around the room until my eyes hit my fathers. He was sitting in the same chair he usually sits in, when he was alive of course.\n\n“Dad...I-“ I started to tear up a little. Detectives usually don’t do that.\n\n“I know son” He got out of his chair very slowly and gave me a hug\n\n“What do they think killed me?” he asked, still hugging me\n\nI wiped the remaining tears off my face, still hugging him, “They think it was just a mugging on the street.”\n\nHe chuckled and let go of me and then he stared at me with a look of urgency “Listen... somehow, some gang found out about your...ability and they’re intimidated by it, scared of it. And it’s bad for their business. So they killed me and staged it like a mugging.”\n\n“I-I don’t understand...why would they kill you if they want me dead?” It’s almost humorous that my father is still doing detective work, given his condition.\n\nHis face became more solemn, I haven’t seen this kind of face from him ever in my life “I believe that they think it’s probably just the family that knows about your powers.”\n\n“What the hell are you talking about?”\n\n“Listen I’ve had some time to think about it and it could make perfect sense that they assume the family only knows about this power.” He was doing his detective voice now.\n\n“Jason this may be a setup, I think they knew you and Scott would come here to talk to me.” He was whispering as if the gang members themselves were listening to us. “They’re going to try to cut the bloodline so your power doesn’t get passed down genetically, Jason it’s completely possible.”\n\n“Shit!” I looked down at my feet with my hands on my hips, he sounded crazy but he was right, that could be possible.\n\nI looked back up at my father “I need to get back then”\n\n“Go, be careful” I couldn’t tell if that was a joke or not\n\n“Yeah if course”\n\nAs I was returning I realized I never got a definitive answer on who killed my father. But maybe it was for the best. Maybe this whole case is better off untouched.\n\nI returned to reality to find a gun pointed at my younger brother’s head and another at mine.\n\n“Don’t. Fucking. Move.” The masked thug said with the gun pointed between my eyes. I couldn’t see his facial expression but I could see his eyes. He had the same eyes of the countless murderers and insane fucks that I encounter on a daily basis, so naturally, I listened.\n\n“So it’s true...you can talk do dead people?”\n\n“...yeah” I was breathing heavily now\n\n“Okay” his voice sounded a lot more peppy. Then he put his gun down and nodded his head to the other thug.\n\nThere was a slight pause in hesitation, and then he shot my brother in the head, he fell next to me in the ground.\n\nI didn’t hesitate, I pulled my magnum out while they weren’t pointing at me and I shot the one who killed my brother right in the chest, but I was too late.\n\nThe other thug had already shot me in the gut. I responded by shooting him (this time more successfully) in the face.\n\nI fell to the floor laying on my dead family and cried for what felt like hours. I didn’t try to crawl out of the grave. I knew it was useless in my condition. Then the adrenaline rush worn off and the pain rose in my stomach and I cried even harder. I knew help wouldn’t come for hours and I would be dead in minutes.\n\nMaybe a man shouldn’t have that kind of power in the first place ya know? It’s like that trope with every superhero movie where the hero comes in and protects the city. But the hero also attracts the attention of super-villains that are intimidated by the hero’s capabilities.\n\nMaybe it’s for the best if I die...something like that could of happened later on and I would’ve brought danger to the city I was trying to protect.\n\nBut at least Superman could take a damn bullet." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Every time a person sleeps there is a small chance their consciousness is severed entirely from their body. You work on a crew that tracks them down and returns them to their proper hosts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We had 17 calls last night. Not a big night. Manageable, sure. But we lost three. I've never lost anyone. Been doing this for twelve years and I always hook em! Even the fighters, the folks who don't want to wake up don't escape me. But last night...\n\nI work for Slumbercort. They're a private company contracted by the depart of health and human services specializing in \"consciousness requisition and distribution\". Our motto is \"sleep tight, we got you covered.\" We keep you, well, you. Every once in a while when someone is asleep their mind becomes detached. We call those Nemos, like the kids book. It's been happening for as long as there have been people but only in the past 60 years have we been aware of it and the dire consequences therein. If you don't get it back, you don't wake up. Most of those stories of folk just mysteriously passing away in their sleep can probably be clocked up to the phenomenon. It can happen to just about anyone, and we only have vague understanding of the triggers for a Nemo. Stress? Maybe. Bad diet? Possibly. Drugs? Could be. They all are common factors, but no one really knows for sure and we don't know how to induce it. All we can do is see it happening and snag the Nemo before it gets too far away.\n\nWe had just clocked in for first shift, 9pm to 6am. Nine hours of mostly watching screens for the anomalies. Every night we'd usually get around ten or so in my district; the system picks them up really fast and we always have time to \"snag 'em and re-bag 'em\". We have never had a single loss in all my time on the job. There were some horror stories from back in the day, but it was always mechanical error or something like that. Never thought it would happen to me. See, a Nemo is like a butterfly, only ephemeral, insubstantial. It floats here and there seemingly at random or caught in a magnetic flux. You catch one with a \"hook\". It's like a laser or a tractor beam. All consciousness have a frequency range and we can pick up on sudden bursts of those frequencies. That's how we know we've got a Nemo on the loose. We aim the hook towards where the frequency is strongest and fire. If we miss, which happens, we try again and again until we snag it. We know we have hooked a Nemo when the beam gets suddenly stronger without additional input energy on our end. When have it hooked we then \"bottle\" it and send it down to distribution. Bottling entails putting the consciousness into a feedback loop within a low resistance circuit. It's essential a bunch of ordered electricity being amplified by a 9volt battery. Completely useless to anything and anyone who doesn't oscillate at the same frequency. Distribution does their detective work of finding the body, usually within a day, hook the poor guy up to an ekg and then through a series of electrical pulses they pump the consciousness back into the body. We get thanked by the victim then get paid by HHS for our trouble. Your tax dollars at work.\n\nI'm shaking. Three people are dead because of me. I did everything right but I just could hook the nemos. They were erratic, flitting about here and there over hundreds of miles. They had come one after the other. That wasn't the problem. That happens all the time and we have multiple hooks to handle that situation. These nemos just wouldn't be caught. Right when one got close the others seemed to deliberately cross in front and we'd lose the hook. It was like they were working in concert to avoid being caught. That's crazy, though. Nemos aren't capable of doing that. They're just a cloud of electrons buzzing around. I'll be laughed out of here for even suggesting it. Hell, I'll probably be shit canned as soon as the feds walk out the door after the debrief." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: A boy discovers that he can control armies of insects to do his bidding. He also has a terrible case of insectophobia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "19th August 2014\n\nINSECTS COMMIT SUICIDE WORLD-WIDE\n\nEntomologists are baffled today as every single insect in the world plunged into the nearest large body of water and drowned. So far, no explanation has been given for this bizarre mass suicide although many religious groups are claiming it to be a sign of the apocalypse. Spiders and other things-that-people-think-are-insects-but-aren’t were unaffected…\n\n20th August 2014\n\nFARMERS EXPRESS CONCERN OVER POLLINATION OF CROPS, SCIENTISTS WORRY ABOUT FOOD CHAIN\n\nAgriculturalists all over the world have voiced their worries over the sudden drop in the number of bees and other pollinators. While this summer’s crops have largely been harvested already, growing enough food in future may be all but impossible as there is no reliable method of pollination on such a large scale. Recruitment drives for manual pollination have begun, and production of little brushes has increased.\n\nMeanwhile, experts have pointed out that the lack of insect life will have huge effects on other animals, although some are saying they won’t be sad to see the back of the spiders…\n\n22nd August 2014\n\nBOY CLAIMS REPONSIBILITY FOR INSECT MASSACRE, SAYS “SORRY, I DIDN’T THINK IT THROUGH”\n\n“I just really hate insects,” said insectophobe, David Oddie, “So when I realised I could control them I made them all jump in a lake. Or the sea, or whatever. I didn’t realise it would be such a big deal.”\n\nThe exact method by which David controls insects is unknown, but he was able to convincingly show that he was telling the truth by guiding a butterfly that had recently emerged from its chrysalis and so avoided the initial purge. David made the butterfly fly in a predetermined pattern around a room, and screamed like a little girl every time it came near him…\n\n3rd September 2014\n\nINSECT MURDERER KILLED BY SPIDERS\n\nDavid Oddie, the boy responsible for the death of the world’s insect life, was killed in his home today. Many different kinds of venomous spiders were released into his bedroom while he slept. His last words are reported to be, “At least they have more than six legs.”\n\nPolice are treating the death as suspicious, and have already arrested a disgruntled apiarist…\n\n22nd September 2014\n\nTHOUSANDS TAKE PART IN POLLINATION OF WINTER CROPS\n\nIn the past weeks, thousands of individuals across the globe helped to pollinate crops of winter wheat, rye and barley, among other things. While experts are concerned that the efforts will not be enough, spirits are high among the workers.\n\n“I just participated in plant sex,” one artificial pollinator told our reporter, “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”\n\n“There was a surprising number of spiders about,” said another, “I thought they’d all have died by now…”\n\n16th October 2014\n\nSHARKS THRIVE AS DOLPHINS THRIVE AS FISH THRIVE\n\nThe recent glut of dead insects in the ocean has caused the fish population to sky rocket, which in turn has caused an increase in the number of dolphins and other piscivores which has led to an increase in the number of sharks. Scientists have begun developing ways of exterminating the sharks, while others have warned that they may be protecting us from something even more dangerous.\n\nOthers still have expressed puzzlement over the speed of the population changes, while other others have turned their attention inland and called for more research into what the spiders are doing, since they seem to be getting bigger…\n\n29th November 2014\n\nGIANT SPIDERS SPOTTED IN USA\n\nUnconfirmed reports report that huge spiders, some reported to be as large as a house, have been reported in the US. While these reports are unverified, in the UK, early Christmas shoppers have been disturbed by the sight of cat sized garden spiders killing and eating robins.\n\n“We did not see this coming,” says arachnologist, Octavius Legs, “We thought the lack of insects would wipe out the spiders, instead they seemed to have grown and moved on to new food sources…”\n\n1st January 2015\n\nSPIDERS TAKE OVER THE WORLD\n\nIn a coordinated global coup, spiders have taken control of every government and military facility in the world. Although efforts to communicate are on-going, the spiders have made it clear that all resistance will be mercilessly crushed, by mercilessly crushing all resistance.\n\nI, for one, welcome our new arachnid overlords. They’ll be better than the ants anyway." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: They never really understood Humans" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They never really understood humans. Once in a while, I still dream about speaking at the Assembly, about what I could have said differently, about how I could have convinced them. An activist group tried to bring me to “justice” for some of the things I said. Their protests soon got lost in the overpowering tide of information. “A new civilization joins the great galactic family.” “Terra now open for visitors, tickets skyrocket in price.” “10 things you need to know about talking to humans.”\n\nI just had to watch, watch and pretend it wasn’t my fault, watch and fall in line. “Yes, humans deserve the same rights as everyone else.” “Yes, it’s wonderful that we can experience the culture of a new people.” “Yes, Mars was always uninhabited.” I had to smile and nod and break a cold sweat every time one of those fake smiles flashed in a crowd. Getting used to that was a struggle.\n\nThe human who spoke at the Assembly for her species had the most perceptive red prosthetic eyes, arms sculpted to perfection in the factories they never let anyone in, a body engineered of the finest silicone and metal. I’d seen her before, many, many years ago, in the Throne Hall of Mars as its walls were being painted red. Those eyes, shining crimson in the twilight of dusk. Those arms, crushing a neck like it was made of glass. Countless sharp metallic arachnid legs that sprung out of her back, a mouth that parted into a mess of moving blades and could shatter stone with its scream. There was no muscle or blood or skin, only a machine that could kill and kill and kill without any need for rest.\n\nAt first, I thought I had evidence. My own existence was one. They wrote me off as a mutant who went insane after being abandoned. I begged them to go to my planet and look, but… There was nothing there. Millennia of history were harvested for parts and stripped bare from the surface. Humans had taken everything, from the greatest feats of our civilization to the raw materials of nature itself. They didn’t even leave the oceans. Mars was a desert, a barren wasteland. They laughed at me when I demanded geological tests.\n\nIt’s too late now. Their ambassador sits in the assembly, her fake lips hiding death behind a smile. On every planet, on every station, on every ship of importance, I see them, fake, metallic, willing to play along and pretend. I try to flee as far as I can, but every direction I turn to, one of them is already going. Humans can pretend to love, humans can pretend to care, humans can pretend to coexist, but I’d seen what they’d spent unimaginable amount of time perfecting.\n\nOn another trip to the very edge of the explored world, I had to spend three days sharing a cabin with one of them. I hadn’t slept for a second. Before leaving, he talked to me. He said he knew what I was. He said they didn’t care. If there had been a reason to hunt me down, it would have been done long ago. I asked him what the hell he was. He only shrugged. “We used to be like you,” he said. And that was it.\n\nI hope I never understand humans." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Walking home, you find a pen, one of those that look really expensive, so you decide to take it with you. Later you find out that it gives life to whatever you're draw. The problem? Now you have a three headed pitbull smiling and wagging it's tail at you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Perhaps the most valuable thing I learned in High School was that the Pen is mightier than the Sword.\n\nEveryone knows that practical lessons are the most efficient at getting a point across, even the Universe and its Unseen Forces, which, at the time, must've been in a cheeky mood and decided that I could do well with being taught one myself.\n\nI don't remember how old I was exactly. I just remember that I couldn't wait to get home and it was very hot. So hot that, if I kept my hand on my backpack's leather surface long enough, I could feel my skin sizzling and my flesh melting off.\n\nAt least I was certain that's what would happen.\n\nWhen you live in a small town, a walk back home is mostly business as usual. The very same buildings and the very same trees, bushes, and people and stray dogs with objects in their mouth that you wouldn't want to take a better look at greet you every day.\n\nThis was one of the rare occasions when things went differently for me.\n\nChange comes in many forms and takes a myriad of guises in our lives. Sometimes, they're so subtle we wouldn't even realize that change actually took place. This time, it manifested in the form of a lavish golden pen that I found lying on the ground on my way home.\n\nThere was no one nearby. I picked it up, looked around, then back at the pen. I exchanged a few glances with it a couple of times before doing the only thing that a citizen should do when faced with a luxurious item lounged in the middle of the pavement.\n\nI took it home.\n\nWith nothing better to do, I wanted to give it a try.\n\nAnd I could've started writing, or drawing lines and scribbling a few things just to see how it performs. But I didn't do that. What I actually did was listen to the little thing trapped and locked away in the deepest spots of my imagination. It rapped at the door, which was secured with several chains and locks for good measure, and whispered to me: \"Draw a three-headed pitbull\".\n\nI understood why that impulse was hidden and locked away as soon as I finished drawing. And it must've been a second, or a fraction of a second, or possibly less than that, because I blinked and when I opened my eyes everything I drew simply vanished and left the page as blank as it has been a couple of seconds ago.\n\nFrom behind me, I heard a loud bark, and panting. Threefold panting.\n\nWhen I spun around in my chair I saw my creation. Right there, a pitbull with no more and no less than three working, barking, fluffy heads. Every bit of ink poured onto page escaped the limitations of paper and was brought to life. I understood then that the pen I found must've been not only crazy-expensive but also magical.\n\nIt was, as you can probably guess, an instrument of endless possibilities. Would the same happen if I wrote a sentence? Would the words \"Clouds made from elephant skin\" and \"Blood is now chocolate\" simply fly away, and then suddenly everyone would want to be a nurse or work in a blood bank?\n\nSo much power could change the course of the world as we know it.\n\n\"Bark! Bark! Bark!\"\n\nIt could topple the oppressors and strengthen the weak. It could lift all worries or create many more. It could revitalize the world or destroy it, and...\n\n\"Bark! Bark! Bark!\"\n\n...And all of that power was pocket sized and in my hands. My feeble, trembling, probably-pubescent hands.\n\nBut, even today, the world is still as we know it has always been.\n\nAnd I am writing this from my place, which can only be described as an occult petting zoo, using a normal Pilot Pen." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: Your entire life, your parents warned you against staying up to late. Your first time staying out at college, you stay up to see what happens. The clock strikes 2:61 am, the stars turn to unblinking eyes, and then things get strange." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "First ever try, but I'm on a long train ride so here goes:\n\nI don't get this clock, how can it be 2:61? To be honest, I've never been awake this late. Maybe it's just how clocks normally work. In my confusion I grab my phone, open google and started typing: How do clocks work at night? While I'm typing this I start to feel like an idiot. I am 22 years old and passed my first year of business school with the highest grades of the class. I should definitely know how clocks work, and so I look at it again. 2:63. This doesn't make sense. While thinking about what I missed in my life to not know how clocks work my phone vibrates. I look at my phone to find a new message form my dad, it says: you're still awake aren't you? I text back: How did you know? I hit send and almost immediately receive a one-worded reply: hide.\n\nAfter receiving this I immediately start pannicking, I simply don't know anyone who is as relaxed as my dad. In my panic I throw my phone on my bed and I find myself stresfully looking trough my dorm room. I come from a relatively poor family of mexican immigrants, I've lived with little my whole live and I wasn't planning to change that in college. Altough my room is pretty big I only have four items in my room: a desk with a chair, a wardrobe and a bed. While looking trough my room thinking of a place to hide, suddenly my panic doubles as I realise I don't even know what I'm hiding from. Not that it's that big of a deal, there was simply nowhere to hide but under my covers like you did when you were afraid of monsters in the dark as a kid. But that wouldn't work I'm not a kid anymore and it isn't even dark in my room. Wait, why isn't it dark? I suddenly realize that I've got no lights on and it's bright as day, wasn't it 3 O'clock at night? I look at the clock, it says 2:64. I don't get this fucking clock\n\nSince I can't hide in my room I decide to head outside. Still in panic I kick open my door and sprint towards the exit of my dormbuilding. I don't know why, but I can feel my panic building up. I practically jump straight trough te closed exit and find myself confused of what i saw. Everything that happened trough a normal schoolday was happening, all at once, and also nothing at all. I looked into the sky to see both the moon and the sun in the sky, then not. Everything around me was continuously flickering in and out of existence. I looked back to see the exit of my dormbuilding open and closed, seemingly at the same exact time.\n\nI looked at the bench that was tot the right of the building, there was a guy sitting there smoking a cigarette. It was weird to see hiw this guy's cigarette was just lit and smoked all the way to the filter at the same time, certainly because it was both lit and not lit. I heard someone scream my name from behind me, it was the most awful scream I've ever heard. I turned around to see a black hooded figure staring at me. What was weird is that while everything around me both was and wasn't, this creature just was there, without flickering in and out of existence. Who are you I asked? The creature screamed my name again. It was the sort of scream that you'd expect when you kill a witch or a demon and it's cursing your name with it's last breath. the scream was hardly there and fading but filled with hate and about as loud as a train running on jet engines.\n\nThe creature came forward without moving, he stood before me and turned his body to the right, while stretching out his arm behind him, as if he wanted to hit me. He was, his arm cocked back towards my face and i closed my eyes. I heard a muffled bang and opened my eyes again. There he stood in all his glory and calmness: my father.\n\n\"I taught I told you to hide son\" he said. I was still in shock and kind of blankly looked at my dad. \"I taught I told you to hide\" he repeated. I fully understood what he was saying, but because I was still baffled about what was happening it took me a while. \"yes\" was the best reply I could manage to get out of my throat. He looked at me disappointed and answered: \"well you're doing a piss poor job of it\". He took me by my arm and dragged me into my room.\n\nHe sat me down on my bed and took the chair to sit right in front of me. \"listen son, I've got something to tell you\" he said. We are what they call the keepers of time. We both are time and safeguard it. This means that days will only stop being a day if we are all asleep. We are responsible for starting the night, If we don't go to sleep time will literally break because it's both night and day. If time breaks its up to us to fix it.\n\nHow do we fix it? I asked. \"well\", my dad started if days Don't stop it means that a timekeeper is still awake, meaning that the day can't end. You can ask it to go to sleep in a friendly manner, but honestly, you're better of killing it before it does real damage. We damage time if we're still awake, so speed is of the essence. I knew what it means to me, my dad saw this in my eyes and he offered me a small vail he kept around his neck. Drink this, he said. I did and woke up the next morning.\n\nThat night I knew I had to go to bed bright and early, and so I did. Only to wake up in the middle of the night, I looked at my clock. It said 2:63. Shit not again I taught while standing up. At least this time it isn't me, so that means somebody is still awake who shouldn't be. After my conversation with dad yesterday I knew what to do. I got out of bed and put on my hoodie, I walked out of my dorm to find some bloke standing near a bench. I don't know how, but I knew it's name, I screamed it, no response. I tried again, no response again. So I decided to avoid any further damage to time, I prepared to strike as I was suddenly knocked out by my dad\n\nThat was the end of my trainride, I don't have time to proofread the story, which is why it probably is a mess, sorry!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You were sentenced to ten 100 year sentences to be served consecutively. Tomorrow 8s the final day of your last sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of chiseling encompassed the room, like an endless stream of scratches that sang harmoniously with your breathing. It was hard to make a dent in the cement, but after a while the line stood clear in the dull morning light shining through the small cracks above. You stop and sigh, stretching your body and trying to focus on anything that could keep you grounded.\n\nIt’s been a long time. You wish you could’ve just lost count of the mornings, but you just couldn’t let yourself. You stood up shakily, still tired. You wished you knew what you looked like, but also in a way you didn’t. From what you could tell, your skin was dry and had lost all color. Your nails were torn off and uneven and caked in dried blood, and your hair was thin at the ends, tangled, and lifeless. You ran a hand through and pulled out a handful. It wasn’t worth fighting. You let yourself keep dying through the years.\n\nA mechanism whirred in the background and food pellets fell into a dish underneath. You chewed them slowly, and gazed at your wall. It was tradition to spend every day recounting your tallies, making sure each was correct, even, and your days were properly recorded.\n\nIt used to take minutes, but now this was the only thing you had to pass time. It was your entire day. You tapped your foot on the ground as you counted every single tally. The light outside turned brighter, and then duller and you finished your count as it vanished nearly entirely. There were 365 250 marks on the wall. You smiled. You always liked those days where the number was a multiple of fifty. Those were days well spent.\n\nYou chuckled, and your breath felt like it was fighting you, then suddenly something clicked. It couldn’t be. You thought about that number again. That was it. That meant it was your last day. You were free.\n\nIt had been a thousand years, but you were finally finished with your sentence. You couldn’t even remember what you were imprisoned for, but the millennia had passed as clearly as the tallies on the wall hung in front of you. The numbers danced, you closed your eyes and let yourself fall asleep.\n\nThe next morning the light was dull once more when you awoke, but inside you felt light. You didn’t bother breaking the wall with another tally mark. You were done. A half hour passed when you heard the pellet machine start up, but nothing came out and you heard it power down. That wasn’t right. You banged on the wall. Nothing.\n\nYou banged on the door. Nothing again.\n\nYou felt like crying, but your body had no water to spare, and you felt that familiar gurgle in your gut telling you it was time to eat, but there was nothing there.\n\nThe light faded, and you spend the dark staring blankly at the wall. Maybe you miscounted.\n\nThe light rose. You didn’t miscount. You watched the room light up slightly. You heard the pellet machine grumble to life, but again the plate came up empty. Why would there be more food? It was only supposed to last you ten centuries.\n\nYou hit the door some more and your skin tore like paper. You were starving. You had no reserves of energy.\n\nYou shouted until your throat bled and slammed the door. There was a crunch, and you watched your hand break backwards and your knuckles rise into the fresh air. You grit your teeth. The light faded.\n\nThe light rose again, and you didn’t have the energy to pull yourself up. You saw the start of rot around the wounds on your arm, and the white pus spill out when you pressed on it. It didn’t hurt anymore, but you knew that that wasn’t a good sign. You heard the mechanisms taunting you, and you finally felt your last hopes leave you. No one was going to let you out." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You are the world's most successful superhero. Unbeknownst to everyone, you have no powers. You have never had to throw a punch because you are a master of the villain breaking speech." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hell Barista and Wind Breaker watched the monitors from their underground lair. Captain Tongue had broken through their last defenses and was working on opening the main blast doors.\n\n\"This is it. We are screwed.\" Hell Barista slumped into a chair and summoned a demonic Grande Mochaccino. It dripped pure evil all over the console.\n\n\"Get yourself together, woman!\" Wind Breaker donned his golden, lightly protective namesake and growled, \"Get ready. Its about to get mildly uncomfortable in here.\" A light breeze shuffled a few papers nearby, then lifted them sort of forcefully toward the door. Hell Barista stifled a groan.\n\nThe door slowly opened, and Captain Tongue strode confidently in. He scanned the room, and levelled his gaze at the last supervillans left in the world. \"Evildoers, I am here to-\" a paper flapped in his face, interrupting his well-planned speech. Captain Tongue flustered.\n\nWind Breaker grinned, \"Your power has no... uh... power... here.\"\n\n\"God you're an idiot,\" muttered Hell Barista.\n\nCaptain Tongue pulled the paper from his face and regained his composure. \"Pity, I was going to take it-\" flap. pfffft. flap. Captain Tongue was assaulted by barrage after barrage of A5s, 8.5x 11s, and mail flyers.\n\nHell Barista stood and laughed, walking to the fatally inconvenienced Captain Tongue. \"Now you see why I keep this one around,\" she purred. \"He isnt good for much, and I have to admit, not really my cup of tea,\". Hell Barista summoned her calling card weapon, a cyanide espresso, and grabbed Captain Tongue, preparing for her final kill stroke. \"Any last words? No?\"\n\nIn the few seconds he had left, Captain Tongue bent in close to Hell Barista, \"Yeah,\" he whispered, \"you're just like your mother.\"\n\nHell Barista dropped him. The cyanide espresso fell in slow motion to the floor. Her body shook with a primordial rage Captain Tongue had never seen in any of his opponents. The room darkened to a lovely latte tan, and then to an ominous burnt-roast black.\n\nWind Breaker made a dash for the door, but slipped on a 4x6 glossy and fell headfirst into the remains of the cyanide espresso. Neither Captain Tongue nor Hell Barista noticed.\n\nHell Barista`s eyes glowed the color of finely chopped peppermint sprinkles, and she felt her anger course through her. A telekinetic blast of psychic caffeine tore through the room, knocking Captain Tongue unconcious. So much power, almost too much. \"I...AM...NOT...\" in her rage, a moment of caffeine fueled clarity shone through. Hell Barista saw her mother, shacking up with a useless, lazy drunk, robbing stores, and pushing away everyone who loved her. Her anger faltered, her shoulders slumped.\n\nShe looked down on the ruined, papercut face of Captain Tongue. He was only trying to help others, while she had only tried to help herself. A single tear formed in her eye. \"I'm not... I dont want to be... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.\" She cradled the unconscious body of Captain Tongue in her lap and sobbed, waiting as the sirens neared." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Write the most dramatic and intense plot twists you can think of in a standard \"knight saves the princess from the evil dragon\" story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took every ounce of skill he could muster to slip past the dragon undetected, but alas, he finds himself at the door to what should be the princess' chambers. Heaving a deep breath, he throws the door open, immediately ducking as a sword thunks into the wooden face of the door. \"Princess, be not afraid!\" He cries out, ducking back and lifting his blade in a defensive posture. The princess has a crazed look in her eyes as she looks over the armored man before her, asking in a hushed tone, \"How did you get past the Great Serpent?\" Standing tall, the knight adopts a proud smile evident even through the visor of his helmet. \"I snuck past it completely undetected, so worry not. We can sneak back out the same way.\"\n\nThe princess breathes a sigh and grabs the knight's arm, pulling him in and shutting the door before heading to a ladder in the corner leading up to a hatch in the roof. \"Come with me, I desperately need your help!\" He smiles and gives a severe nod, sheathing his blade. \"That is exactly why I am here.\" Ascending the ladder, the princess throws open the hatch and climbs onto the roof, grumbling when she sees the knight still at the bottom. \"Come on!\" He starts up the ladder and calls back, \"I did not want to accidentally see up your skirts, your highness!\" The princess bites back a snicker and shrugs, not seeing that it matters much anyway. Once on the roof, the knight steps to the edge and looks around at the massive graveyard left to ward off any prying. \"I need your help, sir knight!\" The princess shouts in an urgent tone, causing him to whirl around, only to find a sword lodged between the plates of his armor. \"But, why?\" He asks as blood bubbles between his lips, staring in horror at the suddenly gleeful princess. He falls to his knees, then onto his face, watching as the princess rips the sleeves off her dress and strides over to him. \"I said I needed your help, I simply never spoke of what capacity.\"\n\nShe throws aside a burlap tarp to reveal a circle with a three-pointed star in the middle, runic lettering following the edges of the star and circle. Dragging the knight with a strength built up over years of training, she drops him in the middle of the circle as a massive head peeks up over the edge of the tower, a snort swnding a plume of smoke at the princess. \"Will this one suffice?\" The voice rings ancient and deep, and only in the minds of the knight and princess, the latter of whom smiles and nods. \"Yes, old friend, he'll do nicely. Thank you for letting him slip past, and well played on the whole 'slumbering beast' bit.\" The dragon laughs and climbs the side of the tower, curling up to sit on the flat roof but staying out of the circle. A few more minutes of preparation, including slicing the arms and legs of the dying knight to keep him from squirming away, and the princess smiles as she steps to the edge of the circle, taking deep breaths to regulate her breathing and heart.\n\nThe ritual is long, requiring a painstakingly practiced routine of chants, dances, and symbols formed with her hands. The knight screams through most of it, the dragon remains silent. When it is finally complete, the princess rushes to the edge of the tower, laughing as the earth shakes and thousands of rotting or fully skeletal hands lift from the earth, pulling full bodies up after them. Taking a moment to amplify her voice magically, the princess shouts to her new audience. \"The time has finally come! Long enough, have you been dumped here like garbage to be forgotten! Long enough, have I been trapped here with a single friend, kept as some prize for the most dangerous, murder-happy knight to arrive and earn my hand in marriage! Long enough, have we been kept prisoner by a kingdom that is rotten to the core! It is time we burn the infection clean, and you will lead me to a throne I have deserved for too long!\"\n\nA cacophony of rattling is the only audible response, but she can hear the gleeful thirst for blood in her servants' primitive, magical minds. Stepping up to sit astride the neck of her only friend for the past decade, she pats his scales. \"Thank you, for everything,\" she whispers, her voice carried away on the wind but heard nonetheless, with all the heartfelt emotion packed into those few words. The dragon dips his head, stepping up to the edge and spreading his wings. \"Now, shall we go scare some villages and eliminate the aristocracy that stuck us here together like lepers?\" The princess nods, laughing ruefully. \"I will feel a bit bad, though. People are going to be terrified when an army of undead march through, even if none of them attack.\" She hunkers down and holds on tight as the dragon launches into the air, leading the way while the last few soldiers claw themselves from the earth. \"The passive march will show your strength of control and your purpose as a savior. News will travel faster than they, and the capital will be ready for us, but it won't matter. They don't know your strength, and they don't know they're the only targets. Let us go save the kingdom from itself.\" Smiling, the princess nods. \"Yes, let's.\"" } ]