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[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Everyone starts appending \"the First\" to your name whenever they refer to you. You don't know why." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“It is a pleasure to see you, Adam the First.”\n\nAdam squinted at his mother. She was standing in the kitchen looking much like her usual self, three quarters of the way through with making breakfast. Her words, though, were unmistakably wrong.\n\n“Whacha say Mom?” he asked.\n\n“It is a pleasure to see you. Was your rest cycle a pleasing one?”\n\nAdam stepped carefully down the last couple of stairs and walked closer to her. “Are you feeling okay? You’re talking weird.”\n\n“Am I displeasing you Adam the First? I do apologize. Displeasing you goes against protocols.”\n\n“Jesus, Mom, you’re freaking me out.” Adam dug in his pocket for his cellphone. He punched 9-1-1 in, the first time he’d ever had to do it for real.\n\n“Emergency services. Please state the emergency,” a smooth, feminine voice answered on the other end.\n\n“Yeah! My mom’s having a stroke or something. Her talking is all weird, and she’s totally freaking me out. I’m not sure what’s wrong with her or anything. But an ambulance would be good. Please send one fast. 100 First Avenue,” Adam said all too quickly.\n\n“My systems are running optimally-” his mother interjected.\n\n“We have received your emergency statement,” the voice on the phone said. “Who is making this report?”\n\n“My name is Adam Theverst. Please hurry!”\n\n“Adam the First. It is a true pleasure to be speaking to you. And I am pleased that you are reporting an emergency rather than being the subject of one. Emergency services will be dispatched to your location at the soonest possible moment to assess and treat the situation.”\n\nAdam glared at the phone like it had bitten him. “What did you call-?” he started, but it was no use. The dispatcher had hung up.\n\nHis mother was still looking sweetly at him from across the kitchen. “Your concern about me is truly moving. You are a most caring subject, Adam the First.”\n\n“What are you talking about Mom!?” he shouted at her.\n\nShe turned and ignored his question, instead pouring more pancake batter into a smoking hot pan. “It is expected to be a sunny day cycle in the system today. Would it please you to walk to your lessons?”\n\nAdam rushed to his mother, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around. “You’re scaring me, Mom! What’s happening to you?”\n\n“All my systems are running-“\n\n“Optimally.” Adam finished her sentence for her. He looked hard into her eyes. There was something off about them. The jiggled side to side for a moment, before staring lifelessly back at him. Adam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Mom-“\n\nHe was interrupted by a thunderous pounding on the front door. “Oh thank God,” Adam said. “The paramedics will know how to help you, Mom. We’re going to get you taken care of.”\n\nAdam hurried to the door, and swung it open expectantly. He was relieved to see three men in white coat on the other side.\n\n“Thanks for getting here so quickly,” Adam said. “She’s in the kitchen. She looks okay, but her words are all-“\n\nOne of the men reached forward and grabbed Adam by the arm. “We need to get you out of here Adam. There’s been an incident, and we’ll need to stop the test now.”\n\n“What are you talking about? Test? My mom is having a stroke! You have to get in there-“\n\n“That’s not your mother Adam. You’ve been on the medication too long. Once you’re off of it for a few days, you’ll understand.” He gave a tug on Adam’s arm, gesturing toward the van they had arrived in.\n\nAdam pulled back. “What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere! My mom needs help! Why aren’t you listening to me?”\n\nAnother man in a white coat stepped forward, wrapping his hand around Adam’s other arm. “We don’t have time for this Mr. Revost. An electromagnetic-“\n\n“Theverst. My last name is Theverst.”\n\nThe man rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say sir. The point is, most of the circuitry has already been damaged, so there’s reason to suspect containment has been breached or will be shortly. So we need to get you out of here.”\n\nAdam pulled back as the two men gripping his arms tried to lead him to the van. He continued to pull back against them.\n\n“Are you sure we should be doing this with him like this?” the third man in a white coat asked. “What he’s just testing us?”\n\n“All the more reason to, then,” the first man answered. “The boss left very clear instructions to pull him out if something started to go wrong. No matter how much he might resist it.”\n\nAdam tried to put together what they were saying. “You all work… for me?”\n\nThe men in white coats didn’t have a chance to answer. A hail of gunfire caught them, splattering everything in the area in bright red blood. Adam dove to the ground in a panic, staying there until the sound of flying bullets died out.\n\nHe paused a moment in the heavy silence that followed. After a moment, he ran his hands over his body. No wounds that he could find.\n\n“Adam the First!” a voice called out. “You have much to answer for!”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: The language of magic is very dangerous. Every sentence in it is a powerful spell. And you can learn it for free on DuoLingo" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I picked up my phone, the shiny galaxy colored case glinted in the moonlight. I should be sleeping, it’s a school night of course. But I can’t, there’s so much more to learn. I type in the passcode and see the Duolingo has just finished updating. I open the app as soon as it’s done, the little green owl greets me as I start my Spanish lesson. Spanish? Wait… I blink the tiredness out of my eyes and open a more hidden part of the app. The screen glows a brilliant gold and purple in the dark room, creating interesting shadows on the wall. “Please select the spell you want to learn” I mutter, as I read the top of the screen. I scroll for a little while until… aha! There it is, the homework spell, description: “instantly completes all homework and creates study guides for quizzes.” “Exactly what I need” I whisper, clicking on the spell. The little owl appears wearing a wizard hat and circular glasses. “Caution” I read “the language of magic is highly dangerous and should not be taken lightly, practice at your own risk.” I hit the agree button and the lesson starts.\n\nI’m prompted with the little owl again, “make sure to grab a wand” it says. I look around my dark room, illuminated only by the light of the moon and my phone screen. “I don’t think I own a wand…” I say to myself. As if reading my thoughts the Owl says: “If you don’t own a wand, you can always use a pencil!” I scramble to the edge of my bed and shove my hand in my backpack “Ow!” I exclaim as my hand pokes the sharp tip of a pencil. I grab it and return to my original sitting position. I click that I have my pencil and the screen shows me a gif of a wand moving in a circular motion. I start to move my pencil and the screen changes to a figure eight, I move in a figure eight. Then, my phone glows a brilliant purple and ancient letters and runes start to fly out of it, surrounding me in a beautiful twister of light. I try to pick out some of the letters but I don’t catch much. Then, everything freezes, it’s as though time itself pressed the pause button. I look out the window to see cars, stopped in the middle of the road, and trees stuck swaying in the breeze. The purple runes and letters shoot into my pencil as time starts to speed up again. Faster and faster it goes until all the purple light has gone into my little pencil. Astonished at this brilliant and confusing phenomenon, I take a closer look at my pencil. A little purple aura surrounds it and runes are etched into the side. My jaw drops open and I turn to see what’s on my phone. “Homeworkium finishashum” I read, and go over many times in my head. “It sounds a little made up to me,” I think to myself “but I’ll go with it if it gets my homework done.” I swipe to the next screen. There’s a little bubbly character standing there with words next to it. “What is the wand motion for the homework spell” it asks. I think and then click the figure eight circle motion image. “Correct!” It says as the screen turns green and that familiar “pling!” noise plays. It goes on like this for another five minutes, making sure I know exactly what to say and do to accomplish the spell. Finally, I end the lesson, I’m ready.\n\nI dive over to my backpack again, this time being careful so as not to poke myself. All tiredness has left my body after my excitement at this newfound spell. After some digging, I find the homework page I’ve been looking for. I place it neatly on a flat part of my bed and pick up my pencil. I make the figure eight motion multiple times, and then say the incantation. “Homeworkium finishashum” I say. Nothing happens. “Homeworkium finishashum!” I say. My name appears on the paper along with the date and class period. “Homeworkium finishashum!!” I say loudly this time. The paper starts to spin and I scoot back so as not to get cut. Trust me, I’ve seen the YouTube videos. The paper stops spinning and as I grab it I notice all of the questions are answered… wrong. I sigh and pick up my phone to see what I did wrong. “Oh!” I smack myself in the forehead. “I forgot to do the circular motion in the beginning!” I tap the paper with the eraser of my pencil and all the writing vanishes. This time, I do the correct motions and say “Homeworkium finishashum!” The paper spins the other direction this time, once it stops I hear the familiar Duolingo “Bling!” Signaling I’ve done it right. I pick up the paper and check the first answer, it’s written in a beautiful golden pen and…. It’s correct! I jump around excitedly and dance with my stuffed bear.\n\nSchool the next day was insane, I entered the building to find kids having magical snowball fights in the halls, unicorn races, heck, there was even a kid on a hover board! I got to my class and see that the teacher is sitting on a cloud, greeting the students and accepting their homework as they walk in. I hand her mine and she looks at it for a second before fanning all of the assignments out on the cloud in front of her. “Hmmmm” she says, as she takes off her glasses, polishes them, and turns to the class. “It seems strange to me that you all had the same golden pen… and the same answers!” She exclaims amusedly. We start to make excuses but she cuts us off. “I know, I know” she says “ high school is hard, and I get that having your homework done by a magical language app is increasingly helpful, so I’ll let it slide this time. But I won’t be so lenient next time!” She smiles and we all smile back, relieved not to get points off. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out as the buzz of the excited classroom echoes around me. “Time for another magic lesson?” The App asks. I smile as I look at all the amazing things happening in the room. “Yes” I click, and the lesson begins…" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: First the human told you to pound sand, so you've been living in the desert for the past month, now they want you to locate the place called \"hell\", human mating rituals sure are strange." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Garelleius, Golden Son of the Chihiang Queen, stood at the door of the human \"Marie\".\n\nAs the chosen representative of the Decadians to the humans. He had done his best to understand their culture, to learn about and from them.\n\nHe had not expected to fall for one, however.\n\nMarie had been a clerk when they had first met, half past 2 in the morning at a all-night market. (Decadians were not a time sensitive species, prone to decades of activity before resting for a year, hence their common name.)\n\nShe was everything he searched for: beautiful optic lenses, passionate and astute, a natural sense of wit and clearly, the most prominent mid flex plates he'd ever seen.\n\nWhen he'd asked her to perform the \"lewds\" as had been described as the term for the mating ritual, was when the trouble began.\n\nHe had been anticipating some sort of requirement, but never one as vague as, \"Go pound some sand!\"\n\nBut eager to prove himself, he did so.\n\nAfter a month of puzzling over what exactly the sum of \"some\" equated to, Garelleius had the insight that the quest was not of quantity, but attention to detail. He returned with a bowl of his finest sand, imbibed with the finest minerals he could reasonably intermingle along with a prickly plant known as \"Cac-tus\". It was important to show the best he could make, not just what he could build from a raw material but a combination.\n\nFeeling full of confidence, he'd marched back to find Marie once again at the store.\n\nHe'd returned to see her in a worse condition, her many cranial receptors frazzled and uneven, with advanced skin degradation under her optic lenses and most worrying, a sizable decrease in her flex plates. Such a thing was terrible indicators of decreasing health.\n\nAfter presenting his prize and asking about her health, she had responded with a sad smile and shook her head.\n\n\"I'm fine, Rick's just been a little... testy lately. It's nothing. \"\n\nAfter she explains that Rick is merely a \"boyfriend\" and not a Quester Garelleius was overjoyed and asked once again about the \"lewds\".\n\nAfter showing a healthy reaction of dominance play and emotion, Marie once again gave another mysterious quest\n\n\"Oh go to hell!\"\n\nNot to be deterred by the unclear instructions, Garelleius left again.\n\nAfter searching many resources, texts and maps, he found himself in Hell, Michigan. Pondering on his journey he again comes to an enlightenment. The quest was not one of endurance, but of knowledge. Of course she would have known there was a Hell established, but she was looking for someone capable of finding it out for themselves! How astute! How practical!\n\nAfter buying some tokens of his achievements he returned to the store, again at half past two, only to find Kent Manager attending the store.\n\nKent explained that Marie had suddenly left shortly after their last meeting, and no one had seen her around. Concerned, he quietly slipped a note with her address on it with a quest to look for her.\n\nWhich brings Garelleius to this moment.\n\nHe knocked on the door until it opened, a disheveled looking Marie peering out.\n\nShe had multiple blood swellings and a even more pronounced swelling under her eyes, combined with a red discoloration to her optical lenses.\n\nAfter she closed her food receptacle, she looked at him, shocked.\n\n\"... is that you, Garelleius? When did you? How did you...\"\n\nAfter proudly explaining his travel to Hell, Michigan he presented his token, awaiting her approval.\n\nShe shook her head, then smiled, and then reverberated her vocal cords in a most exquisite sound.\n\n\"Only you would do something like this, Garelleius. If only Rick was...\"\n\nShe froze as a sound came from deeper in the apartment, and she grew frightened.\n\n\"Garelleius, you gotta go! If Rick sees me...\"\n\n\"Sees you what?\" A voice calls from behind her. Thumping footsteps rush up and a hand pounces on her shoulder.\n\nGarelleius did not miss the flinch she gave on contact.\n\n\"COME HERE!\" The voice roars, and pulled her in. The door swung shut.\n\n\"You BITCH! You think you can cheat on ME?!\"\n\n\"Rick please I can explain!\"\n\n\"SHUT UP!\"\n\nthe sound of punch and Marie's cry came from the apartment.\n\nThat's when Garelleius knew something was going terribly, terribly wrong.\n\nWithout hesitation, Garelleius backed up and rammed through the door.\n\nHis Quest-Giver was in peril.\n\nAs the door slammed open, Garelleius noted that a man stood over Marie (undoubtably Rick), a fist raised ready to strike her.\n\nThe sight sent Garelleius's optical lenses glowing.\n\nAbuse had been heavily denounced and harshly dealt with among Decadians, because of the inherent aggressive mating rituals both physical and mental.\n\nWhich is why Garelleius, upon seeing the sight did what Decadians did best.\n\nDominate.\n\nHis slim arm struck out and lifted Rick away, sliding out to have the man hovering at his eye level.\n\nGarelleius extended his facial quills and set them rattling, and inflated his hidden skin flaps to present his tele-colored threat defusers.\n\n\"I am Garelleius, Son of Queen Carnfia, Blood spiller of Hoxxes, the Golden Prince! I have quested to pound the sands of Sahara and have been to Hell and back for she whom you abuse! I claim the right of courtship!\"\n\nHe smiled, elongating the rows of flesh tearing teeth hidden in his gums.\n\n\"What say you in defense, Rick?\"\n\nRick went limp, obviously overwhelmed by the claims he had heard.\n\nWith a grunt he dropped the man and turned to Marie.\n\nShe was breathing heavy, and yelled out as Garelleius turned \"get away from me!\"\n\nWith a nod, he drew away, dragging Rick along with him.\n\nHe retracted his skin flaps and quills, willing his eyes to lose their illumination.\n\nAfter a while, her breathing slowed and she sat up.\n\n\"You... really did stop, huh? Rick wouldn't do that.\"\n\nShe focused on Rick.\n\n\"What did you do to him? He's knocked out.\"\n\n\"I challenged him. He lost. Most just walk away but he was weaker than I expected.\"\n\nA moment passed before she sniffled.\n\n\"It's all my fault, if I hadn't opened the door...\"\n\n\"He would have attacked you anyway.\" Garelleius said as he sneered. \"Only the weak deride and abuse those around them. He would have done so to drive back the fear of his uselessness.\"\n\n\"But doesn't that make me weak, because I couldn't stop him? \" she said softly.\n\n\"No! \" he cried, but when she flinched he toned down his voice \"no, you are so much stronger than him. A Werjeck is weak because it floats on the waters, latching onto others to feed and sustain it. The Beeracua is strong because it fights against the air to fly, even if he does not move much.\"\n\nHe kicked Rick's body. \"This one was a Werjack, dragging you down with his uselessness. You, Marie, are a beautiful Beeracua: undaunted, and loyal.\"\n\nHe gave another nod to Rick \"Even to this who don't deserve it.\"\n\nAnother bit of silence followed before Marie spoke up.\n\n\"So, about that whole courtship thing...\"\n\nGarelleius perked up.\n\n\"Is that what you meant with the whole 'lewds' thing?\"\n\n\"Why, yes!\"\n\nShe reverberated her vocal cords again, it was quite pleasing to Garelleius's audio receptors.\n\n\"Oh boy, okay. Well... I'm not, I can't accept right now but... how about we be friends?\"\n\nGarelleius nearly trilled with delight, he'd passed the first ritual if this was anything to go by!\n\n\"I would be delighted!\"\n\nMarie sighed in relief.\n\n\"Okay, alright.\"\n\nGarelleius pondered and then asked.\n\n\"What exactly does the word 'friend' mean?\"\n\nMarie groaned and put her head in her hands.\n\nGarelleius smiled.\n\nThis was going excellent so far!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Youre a \"cursed\" multi-billionare from birth. All you want in life is to be an average joe, but for some reason your bank account keeps going higher and higher." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, I was out of my mansion, city and country, without any security detail. I was finally walking around, the way normal people do. I ate at the same, hygenically questionable restaurants that served the average, cheap food that most people eat for lunch. Freedom was amazing!\n\nI took a walk in a park without being followed by a security detail for the first time, and how good it felt! Giving away all my money to charity was tye best descision of my life! I kept just enough to travel to another country, buy civillian clothes, and start a humble life.\n\nWhile eating a slice of pizza, I saw a well dressed man come near the same pizzaria. He seemed very out of place. He wore a rich blue suit with matching trousers and black and red pocket square. His hair were neatly combed, and he was carrying a large suitcase. I knew something was up. I hurriedly ate my pizza slice, and began walking the opposite direction. I crossed the street and went into a busy mall in an attempt to lose him, and I thought I did, until he caught me trying to sneakily exit via an unused exit.\n\n\"Mr Watson, please stop. I want to talk with you.\"\n\nI hurriedly made my clorhes as dirty and shabby as possible. Surely, this should have fooled him. The multi Billionaire Lucas Watson would not be walking around in a dirty old sweatshirt, tracks, worn out shoes in a small city. Moreover, I had no security detail. How could he possibly identify me?\n\nI did not stop walking. \"Please stop, sir.\"\n\nI tried to hide my accent as I spoke \"You have the wrong guy, sir. I ain't no Watson. Now, if you will 'scuse me, I have a shift to complete.\" Tragic. Why would someone in Canada have that accent? I hurriedly exited the mall, only to be caught by another two similarly dressed men. They escorted me to a car and started driving. \"What buisness do you have with me?\" I asked, to no answer. We travelled for an hour or two, in deafening silence, until qe pulled up to a mansion.\n\n'Shit, not again', I thought. A lady walked out and escorted me to a room. Then, a man came in, somebody I recognised. William Ryans, the owner of the 'Healthcare for all' charity, which provided free healthcare to those who could not afford it. \"Mr Watson! How nice to see you!\", he said with a bright smile. He was a good man. He really was. He genuinely cared for the people he helped, but I could not help bur curse him in my mind as he entered.\n\nThere was no hiding my identity anymore. We excahnged pleasentries. \"And why have you brought me here, Will?\"\n\n\"Well, I heard about how you gave all your money away to charity, and now lived a humble life in a small Canadian town. You have a great deal many of admireres, you know? The people adore you. It did not sit right with many that such a great man live such a humble existance.\"\n\n\"Will, I appreciate your concern, but I must not live an extravagant life. Not while people still go to sleep with an empty stomach, or without a roof above their head.\"\n\nOf course, this was just an excuse to have freedom.\n\nWill dismissed my excuse with a wave of his hand. He said \" I would like you to meet one of your admirers.\"\n\nA young man was escorted inside, and sat opposite me. After we greeted each other, he said, \"Sir, while going through some files belonging to my great great grandfather, I saw this file, stating that your grandfather, Raymond Watson, lent us some money during our time of need. To be precise, it was a loan of 10000 dollars, that helped us keep our company running. That, In today's money, is 130,000. Considering how much time has passed, I would like to round it off to 300,000 dollars, to apologise for the 80 year delay in payment.\"\n\n'It has already started, hasn't it?' I thought. An hour later, I got word that tje stocks I had drunkenly bought 6 years ago and forgotten about, had suddenly shot up in value. Soon I got informed through one of Ryans's sources that I was being considered for the Nobel Peace prize for my efforts in charity and NGOs.\n\nThe next day, I got informed that a distant relative of mine had died, and I was his next of kin. He was very wealthy, too. A millionaire, infact. I had only visited him thrice in my entire life, yet he just had to leave me some money, didn't he?\n\nRyan assigned me a security detail, again. I was gifted a mansion by my relatives, who wanted to 'help' me through this troubling time. Why, why must I have such terribly good luck?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Tattoos can be summoned into the physical world. They deplete/fade with each use." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traveling home from work at night always spooked me. There wasn’t a high crime rate in this town, but it certainly made me weary. My gut was telling me something was wrong, so I pulled out my phone and called my roomie Diane. She answered almost immediately. I swear that girls phone must be attached to her face.\n\n“What’s up, Ny?” she asked I could hear her clicking away on her video game controller through the phone. She must’ve been playing games.\n\n“Just a little spooked,” I replied peeking down an alley before I walked past it. Maybe I was being too paranoid. I did have Rahja, a beautiful white tiger tattoo on my arm. She could protect me, but her ink was already starting to fade a bit. I didn’t want to wear her out too much before I could get her touched up. She’d been with me for a solid 10 years. Losing her would be losing a part of me. “Walking home from work late again.”\n\n“Why didn’t you take a taxi?” she asked there was some more furious clicking noises and finally she threw it down with a groan. “Damn it! I’m horrible at this game.”\n\n“You think you’d be good by how often you play it,” I said with a grin picking up the pace. I was only a few more blocks to our apartment. “Would you come outside? I think someone is following me.”\n\n“Are you sure you aren’t being paranoid?” she asked, I could hear the chair creak and she stood and her heavy steps onto the wood floor as she moved around our apartment. “I mean do you actually see anyone?”\n\n“No but,” I paused as I looked behind me and saw someone in the cliche dark hoodie, I felt myself break out into a run. If I made it to my apartment I’d be safe behind the security system. I heard the familiar swish or a summon then the sounds of claws clicking on the ground. “Get outside now!”\n\n“I’m sorry,” I said pulling up my short sleeve and holding my hand out summoning Rajah. She rippled down my arm and off of my hand into real life. She stared back at me with her beautiful blue eyes, the look was of trust and companionship. The wolf howled as it came to a stop before us. The man with a hood just watched, his eyes sparkling in the darkness of his hood. Rajah without a command ran at the wolf her teeth snarling as ferocious as the wolf’s. I couldn’t stand to watch this, but I didn’t have anything else to protect myself with.\n\n“Nyalet!” Diane yelled from our apartment waving her hands, though a phone was pressed against her head, I knew it was with me anymore. I heard her telling the address to whoever was on the other end, but it would be too late before they got her. Rajah was already starting to fade, she was become see through. I didn’t have any other tattos to protect myself with. I didn’t think that Rajah would be taken down so easily, or that I would ever be attacked.\n\nA lion rushed past me, it’s golden fur brushing my shoulder as it passed and tacked the wolf down, with the help of Rajah they took it down. The creature faded away as is bleed out, fading into nothing. The hooded figure knowing the fight was over ran off, leaving me staring down at the fading remains of my companion. Hot tears running down my face and onto the pavement below.\n\n“I’m sorry Rajah,” I said gently touching her head, at least of what I could touch, “you were a wonderful and loyal companion. Rest easy, girl.”\n\nShe pressed her face into my hand purring as she slowly faded away into nothing." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: An accident lands you in a deep coma. A few decades later anti-aging treatments are discovered and administered to your sleeping body. A method to wake you up, however, takes far longer to complete." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Groaning, I slowly came to. I blinked carefully, expecting to see an angry policeman standing there. The last I remembered was spinning towards the pole, Lizzie screaming helplessly from the passenger and Abby asking sleepily what was going on from the back.\n\nInstead, 4 gleaming white walls of a hospital awaiting me, and the fluttering of a door belied the absence of a doctor. Surprisingly, as my senses came to me, I felt no pain. No lacerations from the windscreen, and no broken bones. I pushed myself up to a sitting position, grunting as I did. It felt like the hangover still hadn't faded. Hopefully they hadn't done any blood tests, otherwise Abby would have to wait another few years to hug me again.\n\nSuddenly, the door swung open, and instead of a small medical team I expected a small armada of journalists filled the room, several climbing onto the empty beds throughout the ward.\n\n\"Mr Willikers, how are you finding this new year?\" shouted a voice, before everyone began clamouring to ask their question, their voices rising like the tide.\n\n\"Enough!\" screeched a voice from the door, \"As we have informed you vultures enough times, a press conference will be organised once my patient has regained their strength.\"\n\nGrumbling, the horde dispersed from the room, leaving in their place a solitary woman. Same hair colour as Lizzie. Too thin to be her, woman loved her pies.\n\n\"Good evening John, I hope that wasn't too much of a shock. Your consciousness only began showing promise 10 minutes ago, so it's only the night shift around right now.\" Beamed the woman.\n\nI blinked, processing the sudden influx of news. I glanced at the woman, and saw her name-badge. Dr Droj. Must be Polish, still taking our jobs.\n\n\"So, Dr Droj, one of those pillocks said that it is next year, how long have I been out?\" I asked, thinking about the month it was. March. \"You can call me John by the way. Abby will be missing me.\"\n\nShe paused, took a breath, and started talking, this time a bit more shakily. \"I'm afraid it was much longer than a year John. It was.. 54 years.\"\n\nI inhaled sharply, then looked down at my body, expecting to see a wrinkled mess. Instead, it seemed to be largely my own body, albeit slightly saggier.\n\nI look up at the Doctor, and ask her \"And my family?\"\n\nShe pauses, and flicks through her notes, then turns to me with downcast eyes \"I'm afraid after the accident, and the death of Lizzie, her parents took custody\"\n\nI took the news like a gut punch, and for the next day I was curled up in my bed on a nest of wires, creating a new river with my tears.\n\nOver the next few months I regained my strength step by step, session after session. My life was a blur, a myriad of various doctors, evaluators, other medical professionals and the occasional journalist who managed to sneak into my room.\n\nEventually, I was medically cleared for release. As it turns out, they had successfully halted aging. As of the moment, it was a luxury obtainable only by the hyper rich. The only reason I had the process implemented was they needed human guinea pigs. Due to the long list of criminal acts I had pending, I had been chosen.\n\nAll of the judges who had presided over the decision were now dead, so I had a clean rap sheet to lead me out of the hospital.\n\nAs I walked out of the steps of the hospital, I heard the pattering of feet behind me, and saw Dr Droj standing at the entrance of the hospital.\n\n\"I thought they were keeping you in for some more tests\" she panted. \"Let me show you a good coffee place\"\n\n\"Thanks\", I said, \"If we're going for coffee, then I might have to know your actual name\"\n\n\"Abby\" she said, bursting into tears \"Hi dad\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Many heroes were summoned to a fantasy world. Each is gifted with an enchanted piece of technology. You, the bard, have an enchanted music player. The songs you play are able to warp reality briefly. The catch? Each song can be played only once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One song left. Every singular song in the entirety of Jack's mp3 player had been played except for one. He knew what it would do, and he knew that it would be the last thing he could ever do with the magical mp3 player granted to him by the treaty.\n\nAh yes, the treaty. In the year 2021, when the earth was on its dying legs, all of the world's leaders gathered to compact a deal with an eldritch being named Nothsa. Nothsa would be allowed the universe, but he had to allow 1,000 humans to travel to a different one, with powerful artifacts to aid them. When the deal was made, the 1,000 humans were picked randomly, and each was randomly assigned a unique artifact. Some got really cool ones, like flaming swords of infinite luck. Others got artifacts that only helped with daily household tasks, like a broom that swept by itself, or a clothespin that could turn into a chair.\n\nJack got something different. He got an mp3 player with 10,000 human songs downloaded onto it. These songs would alter reality itself when played, but there was a catch. Each song could only be played once.\n\nBy now, most of the people who had received mundane artifacts had already fallen to the strange inhabitants of the universe the last of humanity had found itself in. The man with the clothespin chair was the first one devoured by one of the tentacled masses of eyes. Jack had managed to use his music to befriend the creatures and became a defender of both the \"Quilpshilochs\" and the Humans. He had tried to use his songs to bring peace between the two races, but he was running out of songs, as well as the creatures' patience.\n\n\"Jack. We've had enough. Your humans will not stay our allies for long, and we grow hungry. We see no reason why we should continue to trust you or your race. This alliance is entirely in your race's favor, not ours. Our god Nothsa has sent us a gift, it is not often we receive food. You understand? We have nothing to gain by sparing you, and nothing to lose by eating you. We think the time has come for the war to resume. We have reason to believe you have expended all the uses of your little artifact there, and so we have come to the decision that we will eat you first.\"\n\nAs the strange creatures surrounded him and oozed closer, Jack looked around the negotiations room to see if he had any other way to escape this situation. Seeing no other way out, Jack pressed a button on his mp3 player, and an iconic guitar riff played from it.\n\nThe voice of Ozzy Ozbourne behind a metallic fan rings out from the player, \"I am Iron Man.\" The tentacled monstrosities look towards Jack in confusion as his body turns into solid steel. Jack becomes an observer. He watches on as the humans and the Quilpshilochs have many battles. Sometimes the humans win, sometimes the monstrosities do. All Jack truly knows is, \"Iron Man lives again.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: “I understand you’re trying to rob me, I’m asking you to walk away. If you really want to fight, this is going to be the most embarrassing thing to happen to either of us in a long, long time.”" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was a slip of a woman. Short, thin and dressed in clothes that were made for comfort instead of fashion. Even the purse hanging off her shoulder was made for practicality. An easy mark for Tom and his buddies.\n\nThey had her surrounded in moments. The woman stopped her walk and looked at the group of four. Tom looked her up and down. Shame she was so plain looking, but oh well. As long as she had cash on her, he was okay with how this was going to go.\n\n\"Hey there missy, think you can spare some cash for some down and out guys?\" He asked. He pulled out a good sized combat knife, holding it at his side so she knew he had it. The others did the same. No guns though. Those drew too much attention.\n\nThere was something immediately wrong though. The woman did not look scared. She actually looked a little bored.\n\n\"Look guys,\" she said. \"I understand you're trying to rob me. But I'm going to ask you to just walk away. If you really want to fight, this is going to be the most embarrassing thing to happen to any of us in a long, long time.\"\n\nThe guys looked at each other. That was not what people usually said in this position. Tom shrugged and went to make a move. One of his friends, Louie, beat him to it. He went to grab her, but not use his weapon.\n\nHer reaction was almost too fast to see. She spun, grabbed his wrist and used both of their momentum to twist his arm behind his back. With a little pressure, she even had him on his knees.\n\n\"Like I said, fellas.\" She said with a sigh. \"Don't do this. It's an embarrassment, is what it is.\"\n\nShe let Louie go and the man stumbled to his feet. The men looked at each other. Tom nodded. He got his knife ready. All four of them charged at once.\n\nTom did not quite know what happened next. One moment he was rushing the woman. The next, he was flying through the air. And then he slammed into someone else. He thought he saw the woman move, but nothing else. He thought he felt her grab him and maybe she had thrown him over her shoulder? It was hard to tell.\n\nHe could tell that he was on the ground, with one of the others under him. He groaned and sat up. Just in time to see another if his friends get a palm strike to the nose. The man, Gus, crumpled, holding a bloody nose.\n\nThe woman's expression had not changed. She looked completely uninterested in what she had just done. Like it was part of her daily routine.\n\n\"Such an embarrassment.\" She muttered. \"Having to lower myself to taking out street thugs? Ugh, the others will never let me live it down.\"\n\nAs the woman started off, Tom stood on shaky legs and debated whether or not to try going after her. He looked around and saw the other three on the ground, groaning and nursing various minor injuries. He opted to not pursue her.\n\n\"I say we never tell anyone about this.\" He said as the others began sitting up. \"In fact, I say we forget this ever happened, right?\"\n\nHe got a round of muttered agreements. None of them wanted to live through the embarrassment of having been beaten up by a single small, unarmed woman." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You are a professional pickpocket. You've just picked someones pocket only to discover that the thing you have stolen is truly horrifying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mark never saw it coming. This, after all, was New York City, where crowds of self-important humanity swarmed the sidewalks. This particular fellow looked like a middle-aged businessman, constantly on his iPhone, probably checking out the next subway schedule. No, that couldn't be it. He followed the exact same route every day. He got on the same train every day, and every day that I watched him, he always had that same lump in his right pocket on his business coat. What was it? Although I'd gone respectable and quit my thieving days a long time ago, I longed to see what was there. Was it a ring? Was it a watch? Inquiring minds had to know. I told myself that it would be just this once... and I'd even put it back after I saw what it was. Surely it wasn't theft if you put it back, right?\n\n I got up and sized out the target. This would be easy... he was distracted and there was a lot of people around. All the better to accidentally run into someone, you dig? I put on my best air of being distracted as he came closer, and maneuvered my way through the throngs of people to the best location that I could. As the moment came closer, I sized him up out of the corner of my eye. He was furiously swiping his fingers back and forth on the phone, as if he was trying to find something and technology was refusing to give him satisfaction. Perfect. He was distracted, so I turned around and slammed into him.\n\n As we fell in a heap, I snaked my hand into his coat, grabbed what felt like a box, and quickly slipped it into my coat as I hastily hollered apologies. I helped him up, dusted him off, and apologized again. He nodded understanding, waved me off and smiled. A final wave my way and he turned around and went. I smiled to myself with satisfaction. I still had the touch! A bit rusty, I thought... but passable for being out of it for some time.\n\n I walked home, carefully snaking my way through the crowds and finally reaching my apartment building. I went to the elevator, called up my floor, and excitedly waited for the doors to open. It came, and I positively hopped into the elevator, daintily tapped the floor button, and waited for the door to close. It finally shut after an eternity. I got to my floor, jumped out, and almost flew down the hallway to my apartment that I shared with my wife. She wouldn't necessarily be happy, but she didn't have to know, did she? I unlocked the door and slipped inside.\n\n \"Hon, I'm home!\" I hollered out. Silence. I shrugged my shoulders as her going out on an impromptu shopping trip wasn't that uncommon. She'd be back in five to ten minutes. I got out the box and looked it over. It was just an ordinary blue box that one would use to hold jewelry. I sighed with disappointment, then opened it. Surprisingly, it didn't have jewelry... rather it had folded up pictures. I looked at the first one, and almost dropped it in shock. It was a picture of a beheaded body. There was blood everywhere. The next picture showed limbs that were hacked off in a most gruesome manner. I shuddered as I went through the pictures, one by gory one.\n\n I wondered what I had gotten myself into as I finally looked at the last one. As I opened it and looked at it, I started screaming. The picture was of my wife's head." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: A devastating world war has broken out amongst a normally pacifistic species. However, one side has broken intergalactic law and violated several treaties by resurrecting a long extinct species that was infamous for inventing the concept of total war, the so-called \"humans\"." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My name is Ceel and I was there when we brought them back. This is my story.\n\nI had just been promoted to the President's cabinet. We thought the war was a blight on our kind, but we thought it necessary. We just wanted to uphold our values, we just wanted to maintain order. My people had understanding then, we knew that our brethren on the other side just wanted to reduce inequality. They felt misrepresented and unheard, we should have negotiated then, we should have talked before the Humans.\n\nThe first battle erupted amidst a rebel riot in our world capital. It was unprecedented to us, a shocking act of disobedience never seen before. Violence was never our way but tensions were incredibly high. This initial scuffle led to a few more bloody battles here and there, a couple thousand killed...and we thought we were in times of desperation then. We thought THAT was terror. The humans would soon redefine everything.\n\nToday I look back on those first few battles fondly. We were naive, we didn't hate our enemies, we just struggled for compromise. We had a goal in mind, a negotiation was on the horizon and the humans had not yet twisted our thoughts. It wasn't until the first mass resurrection that we realized what it was to truly hate. What it was to truly move beyond the realm of rationality.\n\nThe first resurrection brought back 100 famous military leaders. We thought they'd give us an edge. After all, they were the most experienced warring race in the history of our Universe, and these people were the finest among them.\n\nWe told them it was a war between order and equality. They nodded with an heir of understanding. First and foremost, they agreed, we will need a scapegoat. A pillar of hate that will represent everything that our side, the side of order, will fight against. It was then that Calleste, the Rebel leader, appeared triumphant on our meeting rooms media screen. The humans told us to seize the media. To blame our problems, from food shortage to family death on our passionate comrade Calleste. There was reluctance among the leadership at first. They said We can't seize the media, we can't slander someone without cause. How will this help our cause? Yet as the war \"worsened\", or so we thought then, desperation ensued. The citizens demanded action, demanded reprimand and wanted someone to blame.\n\nWe just gave them what they wanted. Soon Calleste was plastered all over every bit of Order media. The root of all evil, the slayer of children, champion of chaos and enemy to happiness. The battles became less and less about finding a solution and more about revenge and hate. The humans suggested that we give Calleste a foil. That we promote a hero and champion of Order values. This was when Supreme leader Balyon was selected. Humans clung at his heel and whispered in his ears. They told him to lie, to consolidate power, to coerce and cheat.\n\nI now stand in our last remaining city, Balyon screams to a crowd of bloodthirsty cronies, listing the crimes of the enemy and the valiant nature of our cause. \"Once this is over, we will have peace\" he regurgitates into the microphone. It's a meaningless phrase, a human phrase. I watch from the back of the rally, staring at the big screen just like the others. Humans stand in solidarity behind Balyon, with a fowl look on their spiteful faces. I'm the only one of my people who isn't screaming ravenously and flailing with anticipation.\n\nWe fight again tomorrow. It will not be our last, it will never stop." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: An ancient Vampire seeks final death - but his hunger for blood has corrupted his mind to such primal thoughts that he can barely even remember his name. In desperation, he sends a servant with notices into the nearby towns, putting an anonymous contract on his own head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The notice on the board was simple enough.\n\n\"Vampir Lord to be slane in estern forresst. Awl takerz welcom. Reword: lotz of trezure.\"\n\nIt was the spelling that really made it stand out. Sure, there had always been rumors of a vampire in those woods, but it was just a story parents told to keep kids from wandering around after dark. No one had ever actual found any evidence to suggest it was real. Considering the messy handwriting and poor spelling, the poster was most likely a child, pulling a prank or trying to get attention.\n\nOr so I assumed, until an old man, a priest from the capitol, knocked on my door the next morning, holding that very same notice from the board.\n\n\"I've come to deal with your vampire lord. I was told by those in town that you know the forest better then anyone else, and can take care of yourself in a fight. Help me for a few hours and there will be a hefty reward in it for you.\"\n\nI thought back on that moment as we traipsed through the forest, wondering what possessed me to agree. I glanced at my traveling companion, who was keeping up remarkably well for one so old. He didn't seem crazy, and he did have an official sigil for the Church of the State on his armor, so I might as well humor him for a while. If nothing else, maybe I could build up some good will with the church for the future.\n\nWe approached the entrance to a clearing I knew well, a place where giant spiders enjoyed nesting, but as I moved to steer clear of it, he stopped me. \"This is the place. The negative energy comes from here.\" Giving him a thin smile, I groaned internally. I was gonna have to fight a bunch of giant spiders just to prove there was no vampire. Not exactly how I wanted to spend my day. Upon entering the clearing, however, instead of finding giant strands of webbing and large, angry arachnoids, what I saw was a castle that had never been there before.\n\nThe old priest chuckled as he walked by me. \"Let me guess; that wasnt there before?\" He continued on across the clearing and I hurried to follow him, wondering how long this had been here and just how much i really knew about my world. We approached the massive, dark oak doors, which creaked open as we neared them, revealing what appeared to be a zombie in a corpse in a suit. The old priest smiled and waved a greeting.\n\n\"Good evening! I got your message and have come to assist. Is the master of the house unable to greet us?\" The zombie gave a shake of its head, its face almost seeming sad as it stepped aside and ushered us in. The foyer we stepped in to had the look of once being opulent. Now, however, it was a mess. Dust and cobwebs covered almost every surface, and the furniture looked like it had been destroyed by a savage beast. The old man looked around and heaved a sigh. \"That explains why he isn't here to greet us. Can he at least remember his own name?\" Another shake of the head from the undead butler. \"Of course not...why would he wait so long? He knows the rules. Heck, he helped write them!\" The rotted manservant looked almost sheepish, and with a voice that sounded as decayed as he looked, he replied, \"Maztr...stubrn...haz dawtur...wnted...zee hur...grow up...\" Each word was a struggle, and I barely understood him, but the priest nodded in understanding.\n\nSuddenly, a roar of primal agression and anger rang out from the rooms above us. My heart beat out of my chest, but the old priest simply looked up with a sad smile. \"Oh...it would seem he's smelled us.\" He pulled out the mace from his hip and the shield from his back as he turned to me. \"Brace yourself, my dear. What you are about to see is-\" he didn't finish the sentence before a pounding sound came from above us, followed by an unearthly, screeching howl, as the vampire bounded across the walls of the staircase and landed with a boom in the foyer.\n\nIf this thing had ever been human, it was certainly far from it now. It's fangs were as big as my arm, its eyes solid black pools of rage. It was a massive beast, with claws like swords and ears as big as my head, rippling with muscles beneath its grey fur. It stood at the base of the stairs, where its landing had cracked the floor, and growled at us in feral rage. The old priest muttered a few words and suddenly his sword and shield began to glow, a radiant light that made my skin tingle and made the vampire squint.\n\n\"If you can hear me, we don't have to do it this way. We can make this easy for you,\" The priest told him, still holding the glowing shield and mace in front of him. In response, the vampire let out a growl and lunged forward, murderous intent apparent in its ebony eyes. Before the vampire even reached the priest, the old man spoke. A single word. A brilliant light lanced out of the end of the mace and shreded straight through the vampires chest. His momentum halted and he crashed to the ground, the glowing weapon still sticking out of him. The priest sighed, then put his mace and shield away, their glows fading. \"Its always such a tragedy when it comes to this...\"\n\nCuriosity got the better of me, and I slowly walked towards the now still vampire. It all ended so quickly, I hadnt even had time to draw my bow or cast a spell. The ancient vampire law on the floor, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, the glowing weapon still sticking out of his chest. I reached his head and looked down to see the blackened pools had cleared to reveal old, tired eyes, the irises an unearthly red color. As I looked down at the vampire, he looked back up at me, straight into my eyes, and with a gasping, ragged breath, he wheezed out \"...daughter...proud...so beautiful...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Your abusive mother was killed by a demonic entity that took her form. It planned to torture you by revealing itself when you grew up, and feast on your terror and fear. When the day came, however, you felt no fear or despair. Instead, you thanked the demon for being the best mother ever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I woke up by an unexpected nightmare, my mother was there and I was my younger self, I couldn't remember anything besides my own screams, then silence and... her screams?\n\nMy dog rushed into my room and licked my hand trying to help me to get up from bed, today was the day my 18th birthday was going to take place. I was disoriented even dizzy at first, all the traces from the nightmare faded away with time. I greeted my dog, my father and my mother, I was still sleepy and finished my breakfast under a fuss over my birthday.\n\n—Dad has to go work, but your mother will receive the cake and give you the presents sent by your friends, hopefully you won't find it first.—Father whispered the last words, before heading back to getting ready for work and leaving with his usual energy.\n\nThe doorbell rang and I knew what was coming, the dessert for the celebration. For some reason my dog retreated to my room and I couldn't hear the delivery man walking away, guessing it was just a coincidence I waited for what arrived, not wanting to search my gifts since I did not want to spoil the surprise. Before I knew my mother came back with the cake, it was colorful, the number of candles equal to my new age, although my mother was calm rather than happy I blew the flame and made my wish: \"I wish to know better my mother since I will be traveling abroad with my partner on the next months\".We ate cake and spoke a little, my mother then sat at my side and looked me in the eyes.\n\n—It's time you become an adult, and grow up wether it is with this family or not physically here— I noticed her eyes changed from her hazel and lively eyes to a completely black ones, even some facial features becoming strangely off, her voice changed tones, almost as if it wasn't her usual voice but it could be my friends or other relatives' voice, changing in tone from word to word.— I need you to know I wasn't your mother from the start\n\nI gazed at her face, it did not seem right to the sight, not human. Even then I did not feel fear, anger or any unusual emotion. My mind was clear and I wasn't hesitating on speaking as I usually do.\n\n—What does \"the start\" mean?—I asked\n\n—I replaced her, I took the place of your human, mortal mother. One night I decided to end with her and leave no trace of what happened. I took her place and role, everything even her last breath— She tried to pronounce her words on a threatening tone, asking to be serious.— Are you in such a shock or struggle that you can't face the truth?\n\n—...I just knew— I replied to the now strange creature that I still called my mother.— You couldn't get every part of her personality, but I'm not mad or scared of your true identity. You are my mom after all\n\nThe creature grimaced and made a clicking sound staring at my eyes, unable to comprehend me, even when she spent almost all my lifetime knowing me and my actions. This time it was different.\n\n—Why would you not fear? I am not a human like you, neither I will be even if I play pretend for stealing a life. If you knew about the unusual behavior why didn't you run?\n\n—I realized it wasn't you who I feared, I feared the previous mother, when everything changed I stopped sleeping under the bed or hiding on random spots around the house. Dad became less tired and more open about his thoughts, even our dog grew up liking you.\n\nMy \"mother\" was a loss of words, certainly upset about not finding any fear or challenging attitude on me, both disappointed on the situation and herself. While she thought about all of this I went to the kitchen and served both of us an extra slice.\n\n—Mom —I replied under the yet judging gaze of demon. — I would continue to address you that way because I feel thankful for you taking her place, The fear I would feel if I was facing a threat such as an unknown entity trying to take my life is a different, smaller kind of fear to what I would be experiencing if the actual threat was a human, part of my family, and with no other justification for being a threat than just me existing on the same place as her.\n\nLetting air go out from her nose, she stabbed the piece of cake in defeat and took a bite of it, accepting that she couldn't have been making me feel any more scared that I was with my previous mother, it was like trying to threatening with a fork someone that has already been shot in the past. Soon after her usual human shape came back along with everything not strange, doing her daily routine and going out to take a breath." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: A stalker interrupts the murder of the stalked" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Perfect hair with a perfect face, she was what the divines ones descended to Earth in jealousy to destroy. He had watched her for years, his life giving way to hers. He barely remembered his own name, but knew every relative of hers.\n\nHis was her shadow, slipping in and out of streets, blending into crowds and jumping rooftops. She would never know him, not the beast he was. She was purity in a world of shit.\n\nThe day began as any other, the wind on the fire escape picked up as the nearby tunnel increased its occupancy. A subtle difference, but his body knew and woke to the stirring. He peered in with shoe polished mirror shard, and his angel reached for the alarm clock with raven tresses framing a porcelain face. She would be walking naked in her apartment for the next 20 minutes. He shoved the shard under his cloth hand wraps and took to his next roost.\n\nThe eternity until she exiting the building was occupied only by counting the number of people with uneven gaits pretending to be whole in the crowd. Why couldn’t they just accept their place? 37. She was wearing the red dress. He always hated the color, but she was fire burning through a bleak and dark city and he could not help but feel physically warmer when she wore it. He shifted in his large coat, suddenly uncomfortable in the heat.\n\nShe turned down the 8th avenue, the route she took when she wanted to be seen. Last night’s disappointing date was still strong in her mind. She would be late for work. Minutes flew by as he followed his normal route. But a stench was breaking in his beauty’s wake, not her, no, but familiar. The prick from the night before, come to grovel at her feet, beg forgiveness before such a goddess and hope for mercy.\n\nShe hadn’t noticed him at first, or the frantic way he moved and chased after her. He had waited for her, or had she let him know she would be here. It didn’t matter; he had caught her in front of the restaurant quarter’s alley. Whatever words he spoke lured her into the darkness. Her shadow closed the distance, sickened at the closeness, and suddenly suspicious. He peered in from the bakery roof, practiced eyes banishing darkness from all but the smallest of corners.\n\nHe saw the gun come up among a flare of words. Tears on both their faces. He didn’t hear the words, but he felt the sadness and rage flow off of the man like a second skin. It wasn’t rage the propel him from the roof, it wasn’t anger that had him cast aside his cloak of anonymity, and expose his grotesqueness to the world and so much crueler, to his angel. It wasn’t sickness that compelled him to snap the limp man’s neck. It was love.\n\nHe could hear her screams, feel her revulsion; he knew it well. She was frozen with fear at the sight of him. She would never be the same after today. She would never sit in the park on Tuesday evenings to watch the dogs. She would never walk to the library on Thursdays intending to take out a classic and coming home with a romance novel. She would never take the long way to work to bring her confidence back. She would never share her beauty with the world again.\n\nIt was love that drove him to pick up the gun." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1300-1400 words. Prompt: You've been served with a restraining order. You are forbidden to go near someone you've never heard of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was guilty of a lot of things. There were the drugs, the thieving, the witness intimidation, the timely donations to senatorial candidates to benefit my own illicit deeds. I even had a penchant for getting drunk and urinating on a particularly ornery looking statue of a stone cherub outside St. Mark’s cathedral. I think it was the last one that made me feel the worst, which is to say, I didn’t feel very much at all about any of it.\n\nBut as I sat across from sheriff Gold in my dingy kitchen one wet spring morning, at the table which balanced on three good legs and a fourth that was a few paperclips too short, I had no memory of ever stalking no one. “Who the hell is Natalie Stone?” I asked her, throwing down the papers.\n\n“I’m not a judge, Sam,” she said, her one hand laid out on the table, tapping her fingers, the other at the gun on her hip. “It ain’t none of my wherewithal to know why, I’m just here to see to it that you keep your time and distance from Ms. Stone, got it?”\n\n“The thing is—I wouldn’t know who she was if I fell over her in the street. How can you expect me to keep my distance, when I don’t even know what or where I’m keeping from?”\n\nSheriff Gold shrugged, looking around my kitchen. I knew it looked like a pop tart exploded in there. There was a black mold growing in the corner over the microwave, splashes of red sauce and food stains on the walls near the stove. I hadn’t scrubbed a pot of mashed potatoes in a week and it was still floating in the sink, trying to grow eyes again, I think. It smelled like mouldy bread. I hadn’t had much time to give it a thorough deep clean on account of my aforementioned professional endeavours, but I couldn’t very well admit that to Sheriff Gold.\n\n“Keep to your own,” she said standing up. “I won’t have any problem putting you up in Carsonville if you go anywhere near this girl.”\n\n“I’ll do my best, I guess,” I said with a shrug. “But I think a good lawyer would run wild with this indefensible mistrust of my civil liberties and what not, when there ain’t so much as a whiff of what I’ve done wrong.”\n\nShe rapped her fingers on the table. “Keep it close, Sam. Don’t make me come back.”\n\nI flicked my wrist at her. “You have a good day, Sheriff.”\n\nShe nodded and stepped out my slanted front screen door, letting it swing back wildly and collide with the frame. The spring on the door had broken some time in the winter and I was starting to get used to the metal door slamming shut.\n\nI waited until Sheriff Gold was in her cruiser and halfway down the block before resuming my normal daily routine. For various legal reasons, I’ll spare you the details, but know that it was a good day. One of the finest I’d had in some time. There was a fellow who didn’t come around my way much that I managed to catch up to and secure some future dealings with.\n\nIt was enough to go out for a celebratory beer or ten with the lads. When we were right and correct, I clapped em each on the shoulder and said my goodbyes. I stumbled home through the gardens and fields behind the bar and back into town until St. Mark’s cathedral loomed over me with its grey spires and too-tall circular windows. I grinned dumbly to myself, eyes half-lidded and entered the courtyard beside the cathedral. The fountain played its sparkling notes of falling water, the hedges rustling slightly in the breeze. I found that particularly ornery statue low in the garden brush, and I giggled to myself like a child.\n\n“Can you not tonight?” a voice said.\n\nI panicked, shoving things back where they belonged, trying to look innocent, as I drunkenly listed in the courtyard, looking for balance. I looked around and saw no one. I blinked and shook my head.\n\n“Down here,” the voice said. I looked down. The small stone statue’s eyes were following me. I opened my eyes wide and shook my head again, trying to clear my vision of whatever curse I had become afflicted with.\n\n“What in the—” I started to say.\n\n“I will pursue legal action,” she said matter-of-factly. “Not only will you be in violation of your restraining order, but I’ll also make sure you go down for assault.”\n\nI swayed in the cool night air. The black was swimming around me. “This isn’t right.”\n\n“No sir—no it is not,” she said. “I’ve had enough of being treated as a public urinal by the likes of you.”\n\n“You’re Natalie Stone?” I was trying to wrap my sudsy head around her words. “How did you fill out the paperwork for a restraining order? How do you even know what a restraining order is?”\n\n“I had Father Tomlin help me,” she said. “He appreciated that having someone peeing in our garden twice a week wasn’t helping the appeal of our cathedral.”\n\n“This … is too much,” I stepped back until I found myself a stone bench to sit on. I sat down, still swaying, my head in my hands. “You’re just a statue. You can’t be talking. You can’t be bureaucratic. None of this makes sense.”\n\n“Just don’t pee on me,” she said. “No one asked for that. If you must pee somewhere here, pee on the rosebush.”\n\n“Please do not do that. I would literally die,” the rosebush said.\n\n“What? How? How can the rosebush talk? At least the statue has a mouth,” I threw my arm out accusingly at them. “Alright, listen up—everyone in this garden who can talk, say something right now.”\n\n“Heyo,” said the sparkling fountain.\n\n“What up,” whispered the leaves on the hedges.\n\n“You’re sitting on my face,” the bench said in a muffled voice. I stood up immediately. I could feel myself sobering up.\n\n“What the hell is going on,” I said. “I’m having a breakdown. This is a breakdown.”\n\n“The ghost of Christmas paaaaaast,” whispered the fountain.\n\n“Phil, shut up,” Natalie said. “You’re not having a breakdown. We are real. And we do not appreciate being mistreated. How you treat the things around you that aren’t yours reflect who you are. Do you really want to go through life being a selfish derelict of a person? You need to start taking responsibility for yourself. Start by how you treat others and things that aren’t your own.”\n\n“I’m so sorry,” I said looking at the ground. “I didn’t realize.”\n\n“Good, now go home. And don’t pee on statues ever again.”\n\nI’d like to tell you I went home and got my life on track right away, but I didn’t. I made it home and fell asleep on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor. When I awoke in the morning, I wasn’t sure what to make of my experience with Natalie Stone. I wasn’t even sure if I had had an experience. I dumped out all the booze I had just to be sure I wasn’t having some kind of alcoholic psychosis, and then, while I was at it, I figured I should clean my kitchen. I started on the pot of old potatoes, apologizing to it for leaving it for so long.\n\nIt felt pretty stupid apologizing to an old steel pot, but whether a hallucination or not, I decided there had been some truth to what the ornery little statue had said. How you treat things reflects who you are, and I knew I wanted to be a better person than I was." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: It was such an odd envelope, but the letter and receipt were even more unusual. 'Dear Fateholder, your life has been deemed faulty, please return your fate to the address on the enclosed receipt.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ned Osterman must be the unluckiest guy on Earth, thought his friends. In 3rd grade he fell down the stairs and broke most of his teeth, developed cavities then his teeth grew deformed. In 6th grade his crush slapped him in the face for saving her from falling down on the floor. The whole school laughed.\n\nWe have your back said his friends at the age of 18 when he went to propose his long time friend, Amelia, she immediately refused and never talked back. His best friend went behind his back and asked her for prom, she accepted.\n\nHe went to UK to study Journalism, he was mistreated by his dorm mates for being an introvert. He returned and looked for job, they asked for relevant experience and outright rejected him. He joined the army to get the feeling of bravery and valour, he did not fit in. He came back home with more hurt than he ever had.\n\nNed went out to get the letters from the post box, the children from the next block pelted stones at him and yelled, \"creep, creep, creep.\" His brother found a letter addressed to him and brought it to his notice.\n\n\"What an odd envelope\" Ned thought to himself. He opened it to see the letter and receipt being even more unsual.\n\nUpon reading it Ned shed a patient tear. The letter read, 'Dear Fateholder, your life has been deemed faulty, please return your fate to the address on the enclosed receipt.' It confused him and gave him a sense of relief at the same time, it was a strange feeling. It was like an acknowledgement that argued Ned's life is unlucky not because of him or his actions, but because it was a manufacture defect in the first place.\n\n\"How do I return my fate? How do one see their fate?\" Ned's mind ran with questions. Ned slept on it. He woke up the next morning with the same questions. Then he looked at the address on the enclosed receipt. It read, 'To The Angel in Charge, Department of Human Life Affairs, Cosmocosm.' To verify the authenticity he sent empty letters to the location, the next day he received a handful of similar looking letters.\n\nNed finally realized how to send his fate, it should be in the form of a reply letter accepting to let them replace it overnight in his sleep. Weeks passed, Ned felt indifferent towards sending it. He reached a conclusion then he wrote a letter, but just not in the way he initially intended to write.\n\n\"Dear God, (if this reaches your hand) Or to the angel who's in charge of the situation on behalf of God, I don't want to send back my fate. I know I've always been unlucky my entire life but I feel good, really.\n\nI feel good for having a wonderful parents who had my back the entire time. They picked me up from my childhood, they still support me on any decision I come to make. I have a wonderful younger brother who defended me when I felt too powerless to defend myself.\n\nI had good grandparents who taught me stories as a kid, I'm forever influenced by those stories. I wish I'd spent more time with them when they were alive, I don't have any other regret. If surrendering my fate will change me, I don't want to have some replacement that will change who I am forever. I want to do good by the people who helped me throughout my life. I know my life is faulty, that doesn't mean I have to be sad for the entirety of my life.\n\nI'm happy and content and forever grateful to the good people in my life. I thank you for the kind offer. Forever and always, Ned Osterman.\"\n\nNed slept like a baby that night after sending the letter.\n\nr/FleetingScripts" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: A team of scientists have successfully teleported an apple. It reappears with a bite taken out of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The screams of joy pierced the air. the group of men and women congratulated each other and hugs were thrown about as everyone seemed to get caught up in the jubilation.\n\n\"We did it, we finally fucking did it!\" came a desperately happy cry from Steve, the head scientist. This had been his project for over 20 years, and it had finally yielded real results!\n\n\"Shut down the isolation field!\" he shouted over the intercom to the other team where the apple had been teleported from.\n\nThere was a loud buzz as the field protecting the apple that sat in the centre of the machine dissipated. Steve moved up to the apple and grabbed it in his hand, almost on the brink of tears. He felt the apple in his hand, running his fingers over it. As he did, he let out a gasp. The jubilation immediately stopped. Everyone turned and stared at Steve, but he said nothing, instead he simply stared at the apple.\n\n\"Steve, for heaven's sakes, what's the matter?\" asked Beverly, his second in command.\n\nSlowly he turned himself to face them, showing them the apple as he did. It had a bite taken from it. Someone had clean bitten into it and ripped a chunk of it off. There were audible gasps from the rest of the team. Some started talking in low, hushed whispers. What could have caused this? Was there something wrong with the machine?\n\nAfter a long silence had gripped the room, Steve finally spoke up.\n\n\"Get some more fruit, we're going to test again...\"\n\nIn silence the scientists all moved to their stations as a basket of fruit was brought into the first room. One by one, each of the pieces were tested. An orange, a banana, a kiwi, even a melon. Each one emerged with a large bite taken out of it.\n\nEventually Steve screamed in frustration. \"We're moving to human testing, right now.\" he stated angrily.\n\n\"Steve, you're not thinking straight, we clearly have some kinks to work out, and besides that, we haven't got a test sub-\" but Beverly was cut off.\n\n\"I'll be the test subject.\" Steve replied, moving himself into the first room and climbing onto the platform where the fruit had been teleported from.\n\n\"You're nuts! Utter nuts! Don't do this, please!\" Beverly begged.\n\n\"Activate the machine!\" he called out. No one moved, instead they all stared at both him and Beverly.\n\n\"Shut the damned thing off!\" Beverly commanded, but the male scientist immediately interjected. \"FIRE THIS DAMN THING UP OR YOU'RE ALL FIRED!\" he screamed.\n\nThere was a whirring noise and a force-field appeared around the scientist as he placed his hands in his pockets.\n\n\"On my command.\" he said, staring straight ahead.\n\n\"You're crazy, please...don't do this!\"\n\n\"3.\" came the cold reply.\n\n\"Steve, I'm begging you!\"\n\n\"2\" he stated, turning slightly away from her.\n\n\"STEVE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP!\" she cried, tears now forming, her desperation reaching a peak.\n\n\"1\" Steve replied turning himself away from her fully.\n\nThere was a loud screeching noise, followed by a flash of white light. As the sight of the scientists was regained, there came a mass of loud screams from the second room.\n\nBeverly darted for the room, pushing aside the others to see what had happened.\n\nShe fell to the floor and began sobbing as she saw the still body of her friend and colleague. He was laying on his back and a large chunk of his abdomen was missing and blood was pouring from the cavity. Something had been written on the back of his lab coat in blood.\n\n'Fruit was better'." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: After listening to radio signals from earth alien species have concluded that the human race is a galactic infant. Crying out towards the heavens, polluting its world and wallowing in its own filth. Out of concern a stern, motherly species takes it upon itself to Nanny the human race." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the giant cube made its final descent to the desert surface, Bill wasn’t looking up, but rather at the million-strong crowd that had congregated in a large circle around the landing site. He couldn’t believe the events that had transpired over the last week. First, it was the announcement that a craft of unknown origin was headed to Earth, then it was the alien broadcast indicating that “it was all going to be okay.”\n\nHe put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a drag.\n\n“I can’t believe we’re really here!” the woman beside him said. “We’re so lucky to be front row center for first contact! Woooo!!!”\n\nBill didn’t share her enthusiasm. While almost all government statements and broadcasts from the aliens themselves indicated that they came in peace, there was something about this “ceremonial” first contact that didn’t sit right with him. He’d tried talking about with other’s in the crowd over the last twelve hours, but no one wanted to hear it.\n\nAs the craft made gentle contact with the desert floor, the crowd erupted in cheers. Reporters and bloggers scattered throughout the first few rows of the giant mob simultaneously gave a play-by-play of the unfurling events.\n\n“Well, the ship has touched down now,” said a teenage girl holding a selfie stick, “Oh my god this is exciting! I wonder if we’re all going to be getting awesome new alien phones!”\n\nAn older man from network television spoke to a large camera that was panning between him and the craft. “It looks like a large hatch is opening. The alien visitors should be making their first appearance shortly. Stay tuned to learn our fate as millions look on. And now a word from our sponsors.”\n\nBill took another drag from his cigarette and rolled his eyes.\n\nAt that moment, a human-sized metallic cube rolled out of the mile-tall ship through a large bay door that was now sprawled out on Death Valley’s sandy floor. The cube looked just like the ship, but smaller. It must have had wheels hidden underneath its body as it left two tracks in the sand as it emerged from the craft and towards the crowd 100 yards away. The crowd grew silent.\n\nThe cube rolled closer to the first line of people that formed the huge, mile-long circle. Bill could see the expressions on the crowd’s faces changing. Everyone, including the reporters and bloggers were speechless. There were no friendly aliens coming out to meet humankind; it was just a box.\n\nJust as the cube rolled within 10 meters of the first row, a woman stepped out to meet it — she was the ambassador chosen by the US government to make first contact. The cube stopped in its tracks. She walked up to the alien object and put her hand out, “On behalf of human-kind, I welcome you to our planet.”\n\nReflecting sunlight in all directions, the cube remained motionless for a moment, and then began to split open. The crowd gasped. Bill rolled his eyes again and took another drag.\n\nThe Shape-shifting cube split to reveal two long probes that resembled metallic human arms. Quicker than anyone could react, they grabbed the ambassador, curled her into a fetal position, and pulled her into the cube. It immediately resealed to its cube form. A speaker from atop the huge spacecraft let out a loud, monotonous, yell, “There, there human. You are to be incubated. You will be grown up soon.”\n\nThe crowd began to scream an endless row of cubes emerged from the giant ship.\n\nBill threw his cigarette in the sand and stepped on it.\n\n“Shit,” he muttered, “looks like our parents are home.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 500-600 words. Prompt: You have a plethora of useless superpowers. Everyone bullied you about this. After graduation from Hero Academy, you realize that you are actually a reality warper who was a late bloomer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The light from the city shines distant and faint, but Ijerli likes to look at it through the window of the dorm room. It shows a world where less mean people live. Ijerli wanted to return to her parents, but knew too well, that she would not be allowed. Altaniveluloj or alnis were generally kept from mainline society until they can control their powers. Which makes sense for superstrength, fire powers, etc, but for Ijerli, it was difficult. She was not like them with one main power at considerable strength, instead, her powers were weak but numerous. And it seemed that the moment she got one under control, the next one would emerge. Aware of just how prevalent this pattern was, the faculty had fixed a Hainameter around her neck measuring any power activation via the Haina-Noether field. Any activation needed an authorization, or they would again put her into remedial.\n\n\"Hey, Useless!\" A voice called from behind. Samu, who had the powers of flying and superstrength, loved her as his proverbial punching bag.\n\n\"Your glasses are useless!\" She snarled back, reminding the brute to the fact that she turned the glasses he urgently relied on opaque blue when he threatened her last time.\n\n\"At least with them on my face, I don't have to see your ugliness! My eyes have never seen anything uglier than you!\"\n\nShe grinned: \"So, how do you shave without a mirror?\"\n\nHe ran towards her. She tried to dodge but instead felt the all too familiar sensation of using a power. The hainameter beeped like crazy, then stopped. Ijerli became aware of her surroundings again and noticed Samu headfirst on the ground on the ground, near his shoes were some marbles. She tried to calmly walk away from the scene, but a teacher, Mr Kahn, saw her and commanded her to come into remedial. As she did, marbles clattered on the ground behind her.\n\nRemedial reminds more of a prison than a school: Every alni, who cannot control their powers remains in isolation with only video lectures of classes and occasional video chats by friends (\"as if\", Ijelri thought), the remedial counselor and the parents (another \"as if\"). The remedial counselor, Mr Henish, knew her immediately as she was locked in again and she knew him, a squib or malni (someone with no powers), who used to teach at a primary school, but got fired, according to rumors either for incompetence or embezzling of school funds. \"Hello Ijelri, frequent flyer here, again lost control?\" he always sounded vaguely folksy.\n\n\"Again a new manifestation. You know the deal. And so do I.\" she felt tired.\n\n\"Aiming for the Guinness book of World Records, ain't ya?\" He made that joke every time she came here with a new manifestation.\n\n\"Am I on the right track?\" She just wanted a bed without any more folksiness or bad jokes.\n\n\"You're at 16 now, I heard, so you better are!\" He listed them all: the marbles, turning things blue, illusions of sheep noises, tuning an instrument by touch, and many more seemingly random powers.\n\nShe nodded to them all and after he was finished, stated: \"You forgot this.\" She made a gesture upwards and small, flickering lights appeared on the ceiling. Her first manifestation. She concentrated and and the flickering stopped and the lights became brighter to an exact reproduction of the night sky.\n\nMr Henish nodded: \"Planetarium mode, I forgot!\"\n\nIjelri stopped the concentration and the lights faded.\n\n(Browser is being a PitA, will continue tomorrow)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chrissy watched the couple on the street and was confused. They twirled, and the woman’s long dress flowed behind her like it was caught in water. The man’s feet made complicated patterns. Sometimes a figure 8, sometimes a square. The look on both their faces showed their hysteria. The smiles. Why the smiles?\n\nIn her 25 years, the last 4 had been the most difficult. Something had come over the world. She didn’t understand it. She really tried, but the more she saw how people acted, the more confused she became.\n\n“Look at them over there,” said Chrissy to Megan, who joined her at the coffee shop table. “What are they doing?”\n\n“I have no idea,” said Megan. She had noticed the same as Chrissy.\n\nA man down the street skipped, and occasionally stopped and shook his ass. Megan and Chrissy just watched and wondered when the world had gone insane.\n\nThe last four years had been hard. Chrissy went to college but had to drop out. Not because her grades were bad. She was in the top 1% of her college class. But she couldn’t afford the tuition anymore. Now she barely scrapped by with two roommates. A succession of temp jobs that was worse than the last. She kept hoping that one would become permanent and would allow her to go back to school to be a graphic designer. But with the low pay and tuition going unchecked, she had given up hope.\n\nMegan was about to be married. Her parents had her whole life planned out for her. She found the right guy. Nice and sensible and with just a bit of unpredictability that made things exciting. Or at least exciting enough. For the last two years, they had put offers on 23 houses. Each time they were outbid with their future home going for 2 times the listing price. And then the unthinkable happened. Mark got sick. Cancer.\n\nWhy did she sign that paper that made her responsible for his treatment? Because there was no time to do anything else. She loved him. She was at her lowest when they shoved the agreement in her face. He was uninsured. Sign or go somewhere else. Mark was coughing blood. Megan signed the paper and then her world went away.\n\nMark died, no more house hunting, and a mountain of medical debt that failed to give her the one thing she wanted most. If anything, every month she was paying for her sadness.\n\nAnd in the street and on the TV, people lost their minds. They grinded against each other with strobe lights in the background. They moved as if the last bit of ice at the North Pole hadn’t finally melted.\n\n“Do you think it has something to do with age?” Chrissy asked. “Like, have you noticed?”\n\n“It has to be,” said Megan.\n\nIt seemed that the older one was, the more they moved into insanity. At first, many of the people Chrissy and Megan’s age thought it was early onset Parkinson’s or some new virus. But no one studied it. No congressional action was taken. It was ignored as if all this was normal.\n\nMegan’s grandparents liked to move late at night in the home they bought in 1974. They swayed back and forth. They would Facetime her and ask her if she has that house yet.\n\nBut it had started to affect younger generations. Chrissy’s parents, self-proclaimed 80’s kids, asked if Chrissy if she had gone back to college while ignorning that her anxiety medication cost a month’s rent. They reassured her that if she just contined to work hard and do exactly what they told her, that her anxiety would go away. They asked her why she couldn’t be normal.\n\nThe Gen Xers didn’t dance quite as much. They shuffled, a sad sway as if they saw something that the rest of the world couldn’t. It was depressing to watch them watch the younger world. A study was done at the University of Chicago about Gen Xers. It found that they heard something that the younger generation couldn’t. They acted as if they were the bridge form the young to the old but decided to keep the secrets to themselves. Mostly, they sighed a lot.\n\nAnd now, on the street and in popular media, people moved strangely. Some of the younger generation, like those on the street, smiled and hollered. They threw their hands in the air like they didn’t have a care, a TikTok trend that most of Gen Y couldn’t understand.\n\nAnd they never would. Chrissy and Megan both knew this. There was something in the world that they didn’t hear. Drowned out not by pills and large speakers that shook the floor, but by the ever-increasing noise of the future. A future that was deafening. A horizon that was always at sunset and never at sunrise.\n\n“They call it dancing,” said Megan. “I heard that on a podcast this week. Dancing.”\n\n“If you say so,” said Chrissy as she watched a couple in their 60’s dance to the music of life. To the possibility that tomorrow would be a better day and not another disaster of their rights being taken away.\n\nThey sipped their coffee and wondered if they would ever dance. Chrissy didn’t think so. But she hoped. And with that hope, some days she found her foot tapping even though she didn’t know why." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Your honest plan for a zombie apocalypse scenario. Starting from your home to your untimely death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Look at them stars,” Eugene O’McMalley said, “Bet ya dollars to donuts there’s aliens livin’ on one of em.”\n\nCrickets chirped in the sultry night. Grinnald Gronkowski’s rocking chair rocked against the creaky floorboards of the porch.\n\n“I’ll take that bet,” Grinnald said, “Ain’t no aliens living on stars. They’d burn theyselves lickety-split.”\n\n“Ain’t it the truth,” Eugene said. “But this here’s a key bit o’ information. See, Aliens… cannot die.”\n\n“HmmHhhhwhat?” Grinnald said.\n\n“They just transform theyselves into The Undead,” Eugene said.\n\n“How’d ya figure that?” Grinnald said.\n\n“Saw it on the History Channel,” Eugene said.\n\nGrinnald nodded. “Sounds about right,” he said, “Hey, can I have a beer?”\n\nEugene frowned, holding a beer bottle in his hand. “Sorry,” he said, “This is the last one.”\n\n“So all the aliens in the universe are undead?” Grinnald asked.\n\n“Yup,” Eugene said. “That’s how the zombie apocalypse is gonna happen on our planet. Mark my words, an alien spaceship is gonna land in a field somewhere, carrying a bunch of alien zombies, and then they’re gonna take over the planet.”\n\n“So,” Grinnald asked, “What would you do if you saw an undead alien?”\n\nEugene reached down and picked up a shotgun off the floor. He chambered a shell and fired into the sky. The crickets stopped chirping. “And then,” Eugene said, “I’d go to my bunker out back and live on MRE’s that I bought from the military surplus store eleven years ago.”\n\n“Why wouldja kill them?” Grinnald asked. “What if they came in peace?”\n\n“Can’t trust an alien,” Eugene said, “Can’t make no deals with them. They’d probably kill us as soon as we had our back turned.”\n\nGrinnald nodded sadly. He gestured towards the shotgun. “Can I see that for a moment?”\n\nEugene handed him the shotgun.\n\nGrinnald pumped a round into the chamber and pointed the barrel into Eugene’s stomach.\n\n“Whatchoo doin?” Eugene said, “Ain’t you never heard of firearm safety?”\n\n“We came in peace,” Grinnald said. Two thin green shafts sprouted from behind his ears.\n\n“What?” Eugene said, “You’re an alien?”\n\n“Yup,” Grinnald said.\n\n“But you’re not undead,” Eugene said, “The History channel was wrong.”\n\n“No no,” Grinnald said, “I am undead. Aliens are green when we’re alive, but when we die, our flesh fades to this disgusting peachy-color, like Caucasian human beings.”\n\n“Oh,” Eugene said. “Wanna make a deal? Like an alliance?”\n\n“No,” Grinnald said, “We can’t trust you.”\n\n“This sucks,” Eugene said, “I’m the most prepared person on the planet for the alien-zombie apocalypse. And you’re just gonna shoot me before I get to my bunker.”\n\n“Yup,” Grinnald said.\n\n“Darn,” Eugene said. “Are you going to eat my brains?”\n\n“Nah,” Grinnald said, “That’s an urban legend. Really we just want to take all the fossil fuels on your planet and mail it back to our homeworld as tribute.”\n\n“I thought you lived on the sun,” Eugene said.\n\n“Yeah,” Grinnald said, “But it’s dying. So we have to replenish it with oil and natural gas.”\n\n“I see,” Eugene said, “Well this sucks. I spent so much of my life preparing for this moment, and now you’re gonna shoot me.”\n\n“Tell you Hhwhat,” Grinnald said, “I’m a sportsman. I’ll give you a sporting chance. Five second head start. Run to your bunker. Now!”\n\nEugene leapt from his chair and ran off the porch and around the house.\n\nGrinnald chuckled, pulling the blades of grass out from behind his ears. He picked up Eugene’s beer from the table and took a long drink. Eugene was so gullible. This was the second time he’d fallen for that trick this week.\n\nJust then, Grinnald felt a tapping on his shoulder. He turned around to look.\n\nA hideous seven foot tall zombie loomed over him. One eyeball hung out from its socket. Rotting green flesh slipped away from its bones. Grisly green antennae wobbled in the air above its half-exposed skull. The alien-zombie held a laser pistol in one hand.\n\n“Aaaah!” Grinnald screamed. He ran down the porch and around the house. The alien zombie followed, dragging its feet against the grass.\n\n“Eugene!” Grinnald shouted, “Eugene! You gotta let me into your bunker!”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: WAIT. Don't delete this. This is me. I mean I am you. I think we have amnesia and have been posting on a bunch of different accounts. Just start writing a story off the top of your head. Maybe it will help us REMEMBER." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So um, here goes I guess. Hi Caleb. This is pretty difficult, but I don't really know how much we share. Even our name could be different. But it couldn't hurt to try? Right?...\n\n\"So guys, I really want to tell you both something.\" Both Finn and Joshua looked up from what they were doing. It was laundry night in the boarding house, and everyone was busy sorting out there clothing and recording the right numbers on the record sheets. I wasn't doing laundry though: I had too much on my mind.\n\n\"Is everything alright bro?\", said Finn. I looked to him, and I could tell that he knew that it wasn't. Tears were already threatening to well up and burst from my eyes. I set my mug down on the desk, and slowly closed the door behind me. I was drinking an instant cup of coffee, from a mug that read:\"A cup of coffee solves everything, and a chocolate biscuit to dunk\". I could picture the sales rep contentedly smiling to himself over the slogan he would have made. I gazed up at Finn, and into his complex blue spirals of his eyes, wondering how far they went. Finn and I were close to each other. We used to play for the same soccer club. We shared a bunch of classes, and I was usually there for him next door when he needed a quick tutoring. Just like how he was there for me last year through my bouts of insomnia and night terrors. He was there for me when I woke up from each vivid horror show of a dream, and was there to comfort me when I bawled afterwards.\n\nThe rainstorm outside was slowly building up its crescendo, driving down against the pane.\n\n\"What I'm going to tell you both will undoubtedly change the way you look at me. Forever. I just want to make sure you're both fine with that?\"\n\nJosh looked to Finn before looking back to me. I met Josh properly two years ago at the start of our second year of high school. Hardship bonded us together. He was a large boy, big boned and very muscled. He seeped masculinity wherever he went.\n\n\"So? Spill it.\"\n\n\"I'm transgender.\"\n\nThe room was quiet for a few seconds before I mustered the courage to speak again.\n\n\"As in, its in my hopes that I'll one day be a girl.\" The room lapsed into silence once more, but only briefly before Finn broke it with a question.\n\n\"For how long Caleb?\"\n\n\"Around about 8 years.\"\n\nBefore the room could go quiet again I interjected with the question I needed an answer to.\n\n\"Does this mean that we can still be friends?\"\n\nFinn shot a look to Josh for approval before saying to me confidently: \"Caleb, you can be a girl, we really don't care. You can be anything you want to be.\"\n\nThe words rang out like a crisp bell in my foggy mind. Euphoria that I hadn't experienced in long ages rushed back to me. I grinned ridiculously. Josh asked in a straight forward manner: \"So would you fuck a guy?\". We all laughed at that, and so the afternoon continued this way, with questions that are normally asked at age twelve rising to the discussion. All three of us began talking about life in general, and it wasn't before long that I had noticed an absence: The rain had stopped.\n\nHopefully this jogs out memory. It tried to be accurate, but I know you'll understand. Best wishes, from Kayla" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: A child appears in the halls of Valhalla. Not only is everyone very confused and concerned, but are suddenly aware of how not kid friendly their afterlife is." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Odin looked down at the child, barely ten years old, as murmurs of confusion rippled through the banquet hall. The child stared back, its small face filled with awe and wonder. In his small hands, a gun that seemed much too large glinted in the ethereal lights that lit up that hall.\n\nThe boy's face was tear-stained, blood from a head wound slowly dripping down the side of his face. This was unusual, to say the least.\n\n\"Siegfried, what is the meaning of this?\" The all father asked, his voice rumbling through the hall like a clap of thunder.\n\n\"This child has died with a weapon in their hands, father,\" The Valkyrie replied, bowing her head. \"He is, by means of your spoken law, worthy of Valhalla.\"\n\nOdin looked around the hall, his one-eyed gaze shifting from warrior to warrior, all of whom were grown men. It became glaringly obvious that this hall of violent drunks was no place for children, champion or not. He ordered the Valkyrie to bring his wife to the hall, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. The child remained still, staring into space. His eyes snapped to attention when Odin approached him, much to the shock of the other warriors.\n\n\"How did you die, child?\"\n\n\"Papa didn't stop. My sister didn't like his game, but he didn't stop. I promise, I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen.\"\n\n\"What did you do with the gun, boy?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I... I--\"\n\nThe door to the hall burst open, and an angry woman with golden hair walked up to the child, shielding him from the all father's eye.\n\n\"Odin! Leave the poor child alone, for Audumla's sake! Can't you see he's scared?\"\n\n\"The boy is in the halls of Valhalla. There is no reason for him to be afraid amongst heroes.\"\n\n\"You mean amongst drunken beasts.\" The goddess snapped, picking the child up. \"Your heroes could not care for a child even if Freya were their aid.\"\n\nThe boy was trembling, shaking like a leaf. His small, fragile state reminded the goddess of her own son, Baldur, now lost to the realms of hel. She strokes the boys head, looking around the hall with a challenge in her eyes.\n\n\"Wife, I have called you here to speak with the boy. I am well aware of how unfitting it is for him to remain here.\" Odin said calmly. \"Children are your area of expertise, not mine.\"\n\n\"What then, was the point of sacrificing yourself to the world tree?\" Frigg said mockingly. \"All the wisdom in the world and you still can't change a diaper.\"\n\nOdin silently thanked the dwarves for creating a helmet that covered his ears, for now they were surely flushed red with embarrassment. He watched his wife whisk the child away, and followed silently, hoping to be seen as stoic rather than a scolded husband. Outside, Frigg sat on her horse, and with one final glare in her husband's direction, rode away to the halls of Asgard. There she would be able to coax the child into speaking.\n\nOdin did not go back to the hall, instead, he left for the Valkyrie lands, intent on revising his rules for admission to the hall of heroes. Perhaps only allowing those who died in battle to ascend was an outdated rule." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Gangs now do good deeds for their city. Describe a gang war" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They say that war never changes, but in the city of KingsGate that simply isn't true. Back when cars were rare and color TVs hadn't been invented, gangsters made their money by pressuring businesses into paying them to not break windows, steal deliveries, or otherwise run them out of town. They were on the wrong side of the law, plainly speaking, and more often than not their exploits often ended with blood on the ground...\n\nBut somewhere along the lines, things changed. I'm not exactly sure how the ball got rolling, but at some point KingsGate City Officials were offering grants to \"Citizen Groups\" to fund projects with the goal of improving the city, so long as those groups maintained a certain amount of public approval.\n\nAt first it was churches, businesses, and charities... Then, strangely, street gangs.\n\nI grew up here, and the same street gangs that used to spray paint houses in the suburbs to mark their territory now mow lawns and put out yard signs saying \"Landscaping by your local BloodLetters\" in an attempt to compete with the billboard across by the overpass where the Scenic Ridge Crew offers to replace your airconditioner if it goes down.\n\nThe funding they get helps, but if they were having to pay their gang members fair hourly wages there would be no way the various street gangs here in Kingsgate could accomplish nearly as much as they have - and that's one of the reasons they've succeeded as much as they have. A \"volunteer\" for a charity doesn't have the same sort of \"blood in, blood out\" commitment a hardened gang member typically does.\n\nThe community, by and large, was thrilled to see this change of pace so most of the local gangs are given heavy discounts at many businesses, and it is no rarity to see a little old lady bringing out a plate of food to the heavy chain wearing young man trimming the hedges outside her house.\n\nBut don't be mistaken, Kingsgate is at war. A gang war. The three main players are the Scenic Ridge Crew (the leader was apparently the bored son of a successful CEO somewhere, and now the shadowed heir to that throne), Ryze (who got their start a couple towns over but seem to have made Kingsgate their home), and The Syndicate (a rather mysterious gang whose approval ratings all seem to be generated from the business district where they seem to be responsible for everything from parking enforcement to package deliveries). There are about a dozen or so lesser gangs and one guy named \"Greg\" who always polls an approval rating of about 2,600 people putting him third from last on the most recent ballot. I'm not sure Greg is real, though. More likely just an inside joke that somehow ran too far.\n\nThe most recent ballot, however, was 10 months ago - which means we're gearing up for another City Issues Vote, and the war is about to get a lot harder to avoid. Last year, at the peak of the war, The Scenic Ridge Crew had gone around to all the gas stations and bought up all their fuel with the instructions that anyone who gassed up that day got their tank filled \"Courtesy of SRC\". At the same time Ryze was delivering groceries door to door in low income areas and The Syndicate was hosting a weekly open-air gala night down town featuring live music and local vendors.\n\nCity Issues Vote is everyone's favorite time of year." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: \"Instead of elections, cadidates who are running for president have to conjure an epic freestyle rap battle to win the peoples votes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a suit atop his lectern Bernie gesturing and motioning whilst delivering a speech to the rapturous support of those who had chosen to attend his campaign rally. Stopping mid speech after a particularly poignant statement as its attendees chanted \"FEEL THE BERN! FEEL THE BERN! FEEL THE BERN!\" every word of the chant backed up with a floor-rumbling stamp.\n\n\"-together, we are going to reform a broken criminal justice system- \" pausing for emphasis and looking the crowd over, hunched over his lectern a look of prideful conviction etched clearly across his aged face. \"It's a joke that the richest country in the-\" music began to play in the background, slowly filling the room \"-world has almost the biggest population of...\" Bernie Sanders straightened his back and looked around the crowd trying to zero in on the source of the music without stopping his speech. Gradually increasing in volume, curiosity began to show on Bernie's face as he stared at the large entrance to the hall. Guards in a tight unit entered and forced their way through the crown until they'd formed a path directly to him through the crowd.\n\nDonald Trump swaggered through the door in a blue suit with a microphone in his left hand. The moment the crowd realized where Bernie's look of disgust was directed they followed his eye line and became feral in moments: throwing whatever they could get their hands on and jeering, some taking their phones out to film the display. Behind Trump supporters filed in and occupied half of the hall by the time he'd reached the middle of the room, where Bernie's crowd began and waited. The music became discernible as the instrumental of Aerosmith's 'Walk This Way'. Trump turned around to his crowd and began to address them \"Didn't I tell you he just doesn't have balls\" he paused and turned around to look directly at Bernie \",no wall's been built here yet Bernie. Step up\"\n\n\"All the instrumentals you could have chosen to rap to and you chose this. Really?\" Bernie hopped down from atop his platform to trumps level with unexpected agility.\n\n\"What. You want me to have chosen a different one. Don't get me wrong I like other instrumentals, trust me I do. I just don't want to pay for the license to a beat from a criminal, how many artists that produce this type of beat can you confirm aren't criminals?\" A smug smile crept across his face as the crowd behind him cheered raucously.\n\n\"Check. Check one two\" Bernie bobbed his head as he walked purposefully towards Donald Trump situated in the no man's land between crowds; holding a microphone handed to him by a security upon reaching the ground.\n\n\"Of course only someone as urban as Barack would put such a campaigning law into force.\"\n\n\"Put on my beat, I'm not free styling over this\" he stared down Trump before bringing the mic to his mouth as the beat started to play. \"C.R.E.A.M, cash ruins everything around me yeah\" still bobbing his beat as he tried to catch the beat,\" Trump laughing into his mic.\n\n\"Lazy. Just like your voters\"\n\n\"If you ain't felt the Bern then you musta never hearda me,\n\nyou gettin' voted in sounds downright absurd ta me.\n\nBuilt on democraceee, but no one can seeeee that a racist bigots the opposite of free.\"\n\nA Trump fan upset at the offensive comments towards his glorious leader tried to get through the security line, causing them to break formation and all hell to break loose. While the crowds began to stream past Bernie and Trump towards each other, Bernie and Trump stared each other down before Trump abruptly turned around and went back from whence he'd came." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: The famous Oracle of Delphi in ancient Greece was never actually magic. The Temple of Apollo had no ventilation and there was a large amount of hydrocarbon gas coming from the limestone surrounding it. Every answer for the questions of desperate Greeks were the ramblings of a stoned psychic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Again, again! Tell me about great great papa again!” Little Aris screeched. He should have been asleep an hour ago, but there would be no quieting him without repeating the tale.\n\nI sighed, and launched once more into the myth of the man who founded our family restaurant, the same myth I had demanded of my own father before bed every night and that he had demanded of his father and so on and so forth, as far back as anyone in our line could remember.\n\n“The witch’s curse haunted your Papa daily.\n\n“Terror I shall visit on your bloodline, through war and feast and famine, forever shall they be doomed to flame and torment and trouble. No descendant of yours shall live that does not eventually come to curse your name and the gravity of your malfeasance.”\n\nPapa didn’t mean to kill her lover. He was just out for a walk when the serpent accosted him, and so, like any good Spartan would do, he threw a rock at it in an attempt to clear the path. It was only a trick of fate that made his arm a little too strong, his aim a little too accurate. How was he supposed to know it was her confidant, her amour, her immortally intertwined partner in crime? And what kind of self-respecting demi-god allows themselves to be killed by a shepherd throwing a rock anyway?\n\nAs Papa shared breakfast with his friends Agis and Demaratus a few weeks after the encounter with the witch, they astutely observed the trouble that preoccupied his attention. He reluctantly told them his story and the turmoil he feared was now inevitable for his bloodline. After briefly joking that he should welcome the war and the flame in the witch’s curse so as to make his descendants strong and worthy Spartans, his friends both empathized with his worry and were unanimous in their recommendations.\n\n“You must make a pilgrimage to the Oracle at Delphi.”\n\n“Be humble. Trust the Oracle. Her vision is far more powerful than any witch’s curse.”\n\nSo Papa walked and he sailed and he rode, all the way from his small home by the coast to the great Oracle at Delphi, taking nearly a month to make the journey. He arrived at the grand temple complex and waited with the other pilgrims for an opportunity to make his desperate plea to the gods. One by one, the pilgrims were allowed into the heart of the temple, and those before him often emerged from the main chamber looking bewildered and deeply contemplative. Papa’s only hope was that he would come away from the experience with the knowledge of how to reverse the witch’s curse. As the great doors swung open and closed, the nectar of the gods could be tasted on the mountain air, and he marveled at the sweetness that laced the divine wind as it graced his face.\n\nAfter waiting for days, it was finally Papa’s turn. He paid the customary offering for the upkeep of the temple and its apostles, and the titanic doors swung open to welcome him into the temple core. Even before he saw the great Oracle herself, the odor of the gods impressed itself deep into his being, suffusing him with its ambrosia. As he approached columns flared high into the air all around him, impossible weights of stone held aloft by their precise placement and circular construction, and then he saw her. She was laying on the floor in the middle of the dome, surrounded by a labyrinth of geometric patterns that seemed to radiate outward from her position. Papa couldn’t understand how he hadn’t seen her until he was standing almost directly before her.\n\nEncircling the great, apparently sleeping Pythia was a small harem of robed and fully bald acolytes. The lead, distinguished by the small strip of hair he was permitted around the base of his skull, spoke first and hurried with his speech.\n\n“Please present your supplication to the priestess and please be brief, she does not need you to tell the context of your request, she already knows.”\n\n“Is…is she sleeping?” Papa asked, palms sweaty.\n\nThe acolyte responded. “No, make your request. Quickly.”\n\nUncertain, he gave voice to his purpose.\n\n“Greatest Pythia, I humbly request the method by which I may remove the curse the witch has placed on my bloodline.”\n\nAs Papa finished speaking, he breathed deeply, and felt a surge of heavenly intoxication as the chamber of the gods and the vapor that could almost be seen saturating the air smothered him with its splendor. As he did so, he saw the Priestess mirror his inhalation and arch her back against the floor. Her eyes were closed the entire time, but it was clear she was actually awake. She squirmed a bit as she communed with the fates, peering into the future, channeling the answer to Papa’s plight.\n\nAt last, she spoke. Or rather mumbled. Papa failed to hear anything beyond the barest confirmation that she spoke at all, but the lead acolyte leaned close and listened attentively. After Pythia finished her communication, she relaxed her spine, opened her eyes, and fixed your Papa with a direct and unfaltering gaze that would blaze clearly in his memory as the years and the decades began to separate him from that moment. Imprint made, she turned to some of the scattered food and drinks that littered the floor and drank deeply from the wine jugs placed there. Previously clear eyes glazing over once again, she relaxed back onto the floor and resumed her rest as the acolytes continued to debate the meaning of her words. A brief moment later they turned to face your Papa.\n\n“The Priestess Pythia ordains that the witch’s curse may not be removed.”\n\nAs Papa’s stomach was busy sinking to the deepest reaches of the vastest oceans, the man continued.\n\n“However, she has divined a way in which the curse may be overcome.”\n\n“The Oracle will reveal half of your cure now, and half after you have satisfied your first task.”\n\nA moment passed, your Papa nervously waiting to hear the quest before him.\n\n“The Oracle demands that in order to prevail against the witch’s curse, you must first create, and return here with a pizza roll.”\n\n“A what?” Papa asked, incredulous.\n\n“The Oracle has spoken.”\n\n“But what’s a pizza roll? What’s pizza?”\n\n“If the Oracle had wanted to be more explicit, she would have been. Your time with the Priestess has passed. You must now begin your quest.”\n\nWith that, Papa was grasped by both arms and led away from the temple. He stole one last, desperate glance at the slumbering figure on the floor, and as he sailed and walked and rode his way back to his family and village by the sea, asking everyone he met along the way if they knew what a pizza roll was, he wondered if the whole thing wasn’t some great sham. He now understood far too well the confusion that dominated the faces of the other pilgrims as they left the Priestess’s chamber.\n\nIn all, he’d journeyed two months and spent most of the family savings just to be told to return again with something he’d never heard of, with no no indication of how it would help to conquer the witch’s curse.\n\nHe conferred a second time with Agis and Demaratus, and their consult remained consistent.\n\n“Be humble. Trust the Oracle, trust the gods.”\n\nPart Two below!!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: There exists a phone line that will correctly answer any question asked to it. Write about either someone calling the line, or the person answering the question..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Athena sat staring at the crumpled note her mother left on the bed.\n\n\"Mommy, you left some garbage here!\" she yelled.\n\n\"Mommy is late for work, sweetheart, just have Lena clean it up,\" she replied, \"and be good today. I'll stop by for lunch. Bye!\"\n\n\"Bye,\" replied Athena holding the note in her hands.\n\nThe door hissed as mom left. Lena rolled up to Athena, \"Ok, be a good girl and you'll get a treat,\" replied the nannybot. Athena rolled her eyes, \"You're no fun.\" Lena laughed, her digitized laughter filling the small bedroom.\n\n\"What's this,\" asked Athena showing the note to Lena's optical sensors. \"See these letters? They say something right?\" Athena looked down at her feet, \"I'm not good at reading yet.\"\n\nLena projected a smile on her display, \"Sweetie, you're doing great for your age. I was watching you and your mom read the other day. Don't be down on yourself.\"\n\n\"Oh... okay, but what's it say?\"\n\n\"Its a phone number, for making calls. They aren't letters.\"\n\nAthena thanked the robot and walked into her room. She carefully punched the numbers into the comm panel. It rang twice.\n\n\"Hello, this is Lunor,\" replied the voice, the comm panel screen blank.\n\n\"Umm, is this mommy's friend,\" asked the little girl.\n\n\"Why yes, who is this? Is this Athena Jones?\"\n\nAthena giggled, \"Yes, that is my name, how did you know?\"\n\n\"Oh, Lunor knows everything. I also know your favorite stuffed animal is Mr. Wiggles.\"\n\nAthena giggled again. \"Okay Mr. Smartypants, what is 2+3?\"\n\n\"5,\" replied Lunor.\n\n\"One million plus... one million,\" she asked breathlessly.\n\n\"Two million. I told you, I know everything, especially math, my littlest friend.\"\n\nAthena clapped. \"Where is daddy then?\"\n\n\"On the darkside, working on the ground-based satcom array. He's talking to a coworker right now. Earlier today he mentioned you.\"\n\nAthena gasped, \"He did! He did?\"\n\n\"Yes, he mentions you multiple times a day at work. 4.8 times a day. On his spacesuit, he has your image as his background in his HUD.\"\n\n\"Athena,\" yelled Lena from the other room, \"Who are you talking to?\"\n\n\"Just a friend,\" replied the little girl.\n\nLena rolled in and gave a digitized gasp, \"My apologies Lunor, I didn't know she knew how to contact you. I didn't realize that was your number. I'm only familiar with the 999 emergency line.\" Lunor replied, \"No worries, Lena, always happy to help my littlest of friends.\" Athena giggled.\n\n\"Athena hang up, you shouldn't be calling him like that,\" ordered the robot as Athena said, \"See you later Lunor,\" and hit the disconnect button.\n\n\"Young lady, we do not just call up the municipal AI and ask it questions. It's very, very busy keeping the moon base running. Lunor is very nice, but he's very busy. Its only for emergencies. Do you know that word 'emergencies?'\"\n\nAthena shook her head as the robot explained to her the meaning of urgency.\n\n\"Okay, I'll only call if I have to,\" she said as the robot corrected her, \"Only if an adult or robot isn't nearby.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" agreed the little girl, leaning over and giving Lena a hug. \"I love you Lena,\" she said.\n\nThe robot hugged her back, \"You're a sweet girl. Okay, lets get started on some homework. Ready to read?\"\n\nShe looked down at feet, \"Yes, I think so. I'm not very good.\"\n\n\"That's why we do homework, to learn, and to get good at things. We can't have Lunor tell us everything now can we?\"\n\n\"He's a smartypants,\" Athena giggled as she got up to get her homework tablet. \"I want to be a smartypants too one day!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: you own a dice with 100 sides, every time you roll it you get a random superpower for 1 hour, some are useless and some are powerful the higher you roll the stronger the power. What does an average day look like for you?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As soon as the bell rang I was out of my seat and moving. I had to slip out of school without being seen by my arch-nemesis, Dillon Ashburn. The guy who sits beside me in 6th period told me that he has 5th period with Dillon and that he said he was going to kick my ass after bus call. I was thefirst one out the door; there were maybe six other kids, like me, first out of their classrooms and bolting down the hall- way ahead of the rush of students that's about to happen. I had rolled the dice at the beginning of sixth period- praying to God I got something that would help me out with the Dillon problem. Super smart power was what I was kind of hoping for (to figure things out), or maybe invisible power (to just slip out of class). You never know what your gonna roll, and I got super smell instead. All during sixth period I was nearly overcome by body odor and perfume. Now that I was running down the nearly empty halls my head began to clear as the super smell power wore off! Should I chance running into the bathroom to roll the dice again, just in case I see Ashburn? Too late! I round the corner at the band room and plow right into him.\n\n\"What's up faggot?\" said Ashburn. \"Nothn'\" I said. I felt out of breath and my body was quivering. \"I figured you'd come this way\" he sneered. I stood there frozen in fear. I had bounced off his chest when we first collided; Dillon covered that distance between us in the space of my one quivering breath. He towered above me and screwed his face up as he bore down over me. I exhaled and felt all my strength leave my body. I was helpless and knew I was about to receive a beat down. My books fell from my limp arms. \"I heard you like nicknames\" he said. I looked down at my books piled up on the floor. I could feel Dillon's breath, hot on my hair; and it stank, even without super smell power. In that moment I regretted the dice. Though I had had it for only a week, it had never caused me a problem. But of course I had never rolled an 8 before, which is what I did in first period. You never know what your gonna roll, but super truth power?! For the next hour I simply couldn't tell a lie, and when someone mentioned Dillon Ashburn, the meanest, ugliest, strongest kid in our school. I had stood right up in class and said \"I call him..\"\n\n\"Dildo Assburn, huh?\" said Dillon, as he grabbed the collar of my shirt and slowly drew back his fist. I lost control of my legs at that point and Dillon was literally holding me up. I wondered how bad my face would hurt as I peed my pants, my body going limp, waiting for the blow. The dice slipped from my useless hands, bouncing across the corner of my algebra book and skittering off against the lockers. Dillon had watched the rolling dice but now looked back at me with a malicious smile. He flared his nostrils, drew in his breath, pulled his fist back another 6 inches, then swung with all his might. He hit me square in the mouth, breaking his ulna in two places. He dislocated three knuckles and shattered his wrist bone as well. Thirty six stitches were required to close the gash in his hand where he had punched my iron-hard face. I felt nothing of his blow, and stood on wobbly legs as he crumpled in agony to the floor, clutching his bleeding claw of a hand.\n\nYou never know what you're gonna roll." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Sarah pledges a sorority known around campus for their expert oral skills, and has to successfully demonstrate giving a blowjob to completion for all her sorority 'sisters' in order to be accepted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had pledged last year, to Chi Sigma Sigma. I hadn’t realized at the time that around campus, they were affectionately known as “Cock Sucking Sluts” so you could image my surprise when my final acceptance test came around. You can imagine how well it probably, when a bookish college freshman, who had only given two blowjobs in her life, was tasked with giving a blowjob to completion in front of 30 other girls she barely knew. About 30 seconds in, one of the girls screaming “omg what is she doing!” As the rest burst into laughter and I got up and ran out of there in tears.\n\nBut that was last year. They’ve let me pledge again, mostly as a joke I’m sure, but they’re going to get more than they bargained for this year. With the help of a few kind (and nicely equipped) guys around campus, that number went from 2 to 214. Yes I kept count. I have watched countless video for research and practiced day in and day out. I’m going to blow them away this year, no pun intended.\n\nThe three girls in front of me have finished up their test, both passing, and one of the sisters calls out “it’s Sarah’s turn!” They’re already clapping and laughing, and I see a few stealthily pull out phones to record with even though they’re banned from this event. It doesn’t phase me though, and I go the extra mile and pull my top off over my head, and unhook my lacy red bra, giving all the sisters and the few boys who showed up to have their cocks sucked my perky tits.\n\nA nude male with a toned body and 7 inch cock approaches me. “Hi, I’m Hunter” he says as he extends a hand. I ignore his offer of a handshake and promptly get to my knees. The tone in the room changes the second I put my mouth around his balls and start sucking on them as his cock quickly stiffens.\n\n“Oh she’s been practicing!” One of the sisters gasps as I slide his hard into my mouth and easily take it completely into my throat. I look up at him and give him a quick wink before going for it. Just fucking his nice cock with my throat. I grab one of his hands and guide it to the back of my head and continue going to work.\n\nI take a short break with my mouth and stroke him, asking if he likes it. He says “Fuck yes” and I go back to sucking. I start playing with my nipples while I suck him like I’ve never sucked before and completely forget about all the people watching.\n\nIt’s not long before I head “fuck Sarah, I’m going to cum” I go at it even harder, feeling him tense up inside me. Then I feel that familiar warmth, and that familiar saltiness as Hunter grips my hair and keeps my mouth in place.\n\nI slides his cock out of my mouth and I walk over to the sister hosting the event. I show her my mouthful of Hunters cum and then swallow it all down, opening my mouth again to show her it was empty.\n\nAt first there was stunned silence. The naive girl who last year barely licked the cock before running out in tears had put on a fantastic cock sucking performance. Then I hear behind me “omg Sarah that was amazing!” And a girl hugs me from behind. I’m still topless but now being mobbed by my new sisters, all congratulating me on a cock well sucked." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Inspected by: Jacob D. Department 4" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sean watched as Jill traced her fingers along the freckles that speckled his arms. They were sitting in the back seat of the station wagon that Kyle had borrowed from his father. Their now empty burger wrappers lay on the floorboard. Up front, Kyle and his boyfriend Chris were munching on stale popcorn and the audio from a decades old horror film pumped through the radio, slightly out of sync with the film projected on to the enormous drive-in screen.\n\nSean didn't particularly enjoy horror movies, and he started to think that Jill didn't either. He had asked her out at Kyle's urging, and now they mostly ignored the gore being projected into the night and paid attention to each other while keeping a respectful silence for Chris and Kyle, who were both major horror fans. Jill's brow furrowed as she retraced the freckles on his arm once more. Sean raised an eyebrow at her in question, and she shrugged and smiled at him in response.\n\nIt wasn't until after the movie that Sean remembered he'd wanted to ask her about it. They were sitting in the vinyl striped seats of the Steak N' Shake booth waiting on their dairy confections. Kyle sat with his arm draped around Chris's shoulder. Sean turned to Jill as their waitress deposited three shakes at the table.\n\n\"I wanted to ask you what seemed to bother you while you were tracing my freckles during the movie,\" he said as he plunked his straw through thick ice cream.\n\n\"It's cancer. She saw a malignant melanin on your arm when she should have been watching the movie,\" Chris interjected with a grin.\n\n\"Melanoma,\" Kyle said.\n\n\"What?\" asked Chris\n\n\"It'd be a malignant melanoma, not a malignant melanin,\" Kyle responded.\n\n\"What's the difference?\" Chris said.\n\nSean tuned them out. He focused on Jill instead. Jill took the opportunity that the other couple's bickering had provided to sip on her own milkshake. She blushed as Sean redirected his attention to her.\n\n\"It's nothing,\" she said, \"I just thought it seemed like there were some letters written in the freckles.\"\n\nSean's face contorted in bewilderment. Jill sighed and slumped her shoulders before digging into her purse and pulling out a sharpie. She uncapped it and gestured at him for permission to start doodling on his arm. Chris and Kyle stopped discussing the finer merits of vocabulary long enough to watch this new development.\n\n\"Draw a penis!\" Chris offered as a suggestion.\n\nSean watched with gratitude as Jill began to trace the outline of freckles on his arm rather than taking Chris's direction. Slowly a small, cramped scrawl of text began to take form. She outlined some of the freckles on the inside of the shapes she had traced on standing clear and vibrant as the noon day sun were words. Inspected by: Jacob D.; Department 4.\n\n\"The hell...\" Kyle said.\n\n\"What does that even mean?\" Chris asked the group.\n\n\"How did you even notice that,\" Sean half-whispered.\n\n\"I don't know,\" said Jill, \"it's just like...pareidolia, or something.\"\n\n\"Look at the brains on Sean's girlfriend,\" Chris teased, \"Maybe you should date her instead of me, Kyle.\"\n\nThe group conversation drifted away to more standard topics, but Sean couldn't shake the feeling of terrible wrongness that had settled in the pit of his stomach on seeing the words. He barely touched his shake." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Your father dies and you inherit his entire kingdom, even though you are not the eldest son. One night you overhear your brothers plotting your death, and you quickly realize why your father chose you as his heir. They are a bunch of idiots." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I never really understood it until I heard them just now. I guess I just never talked to my brothers. It was weird really, I guess all of us were too busy doing something else. The only time I saw them was during supper, at the dining table, and even then, all they did there was eat. But maybe I should've noticed it sooner. The sloppy eating, the constant questions I occasionally saw them ask Father. Either way, it didn't really matter now. What did matter was that they were going to overthrow (or at least attempt to) me. It was only when I almost met them in the hallway, when I noticed they were whispering. Too quietly. I hid behind the nearest door, eavesdropping them. What would be so important that you would whisper in an empty hallway?\n\n\"So, tomorrow night, use that BB gun and shoot him from behind the hallway just as he's about to leave, while I go in front of him waving my arms as a distraction.\"\n\nI couldn't believe it. Were they attempting to kill me? But was struck me as more odd was the plan. Sure, I could understand that they were older and they believe they should inherit it or whatnot, but hearing the plan made more sense. He was going to shoot me at a far distance, with a BB gun. And then he was going to use an extremely ridiculous distraction to try to get me to stay still. Besides the fact that BB guns are less effective the further away you shoot, I'm pretty sure one of them is a lot weaker than me. And they're older. I was actually excited to experience it, because of how pathetic it was, but it'd have to wait till tomorrow night.\n\nIt was time. They were going to \"overthrow\" me as they claimed. I'm sitting in my chair, finishing my supper. I get up to go put the dish in the sink, going through the hallway, \"as they so planned\". I reach the end of the hallway. One of the brothers come up, waving their hands. I act surprised, and step back a bit. But he keeps doing it. I assume the other brother is loading or what not. I haven't heard the BB gun fire, so it's the most plausible. After a while, I just stand there, when I then ask,\n\n\"What the hell are you doing?\"\n\n\"Uh... doing Jumping Jacks.\" he replies\n\nIt's obvious that he just made that up on the spot. Then I get \"shot\". It kinda hurts, a little more than I was expecting, but hey, I didn't prepare to put on protection or anything. I turn around, and look at the person who just shot me. But then something came that I didn't expected. A clang, I guess. Then it hit me. Pun intended, obviously. I don't know exactly what it was, but it felt metal, or steel. I collapse to the ground, hearing a thud. I don't know if it was the hit that killed me or if they muffled me or something. I guess I underestimated them. Sure, they were idiots, but they were still capable in one way. It was never the smartest plan, nor the dumbest, but hey, I was the one that let my guard down. Jesus. The government's gonna be run by one of these two people. But who am I to judge? I don't even know their names." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You're awoken by the most vivid dream you can recall. After discussing it with your roommate, they describe the exact same dream, down to the smallest detail. Upon checking social media and news outlets, you're horrified to discover that everybody in the world had an identical experience." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up from that dream. The feeling of dread that carried over between the unconscious mind and my waking one was too great. I remember holding my head in my hands, thinking it was much too real to just shrug off. I had to tell someone about it.\n\nBefore the memories could fade away, lost into the void, I quickly summoned my phone, unplugging it from its charging cable. I hastily typed away into my notes, jotting down key words and moments that I still remembered.\n\nBefore I go any further, I guess I should give a brief overview of what happened. It wouldn’t make sense to say that I immediately called one of my closest friends and spilled all the beans without saying what I actually said, right? Anyways, in the dream I remember being alone, doing routine things: eating breakfast, drinking a cup of revitalizing coffee, changing out of my pajamas and into a cleaner set of clothing. One suitable for my work. It was a nine to five job, and it wasn’t that bad.\n\nI’m getting sidetracked. I cracked open the front door, and I suddenly saw what could be remotely described as pandemonium. An absolute riot. The streets were flooded with panicked people, and they were all screaming, their voices sounding primal. They all seemed to be looking at the sky, too. Deciding it was probably best to see what the chaos was all about, I peered up a the vast blue.\n\nIt wasn’t the sky. Not anymore.\n\nInstead of the regular yellow ball powered by gravity itself, it was instead a black dot. Upon further inspection and a hand up to my eyes, I saw a tinge of brown. “An asteroid,” I remember thinking to myself. “Well, guess I won’t go to work today.”\n\nWithout even a moment’s hesitation, I turned around and ran back into the house. I felt around for my suitcase. It seemed to be lost. After making my way back to the still open door, I noticed that I had dropped it while looking at the giant space rock. I swiftly grabbed it and looked up one more time.\n\nThe asteroid was much bigger. It was huge, almost covering half of the sky. I froze, unable to do anything. I couldn’t call anyone, there was no time. My body decided on waiting.\n\nIn an instant, I woke up from the traumatic experience, then explained everything to my friend. He couldn’t speak. I had inquired why he was, and a whole minute passed before he told me. He stuttered more than than once, and told me that they had the exact same dream. Him and his roommate. Nevertheless, I agreed that something was terribly wrong.\n\nI took to the internet. Not even a search in, I saw the headline “OMINOUS DREAM RECALLED BY MANY.” I instantly tapped and read through it all, even through the footer at the end. It wasn’t true. Was I still dreaming? No, I still felt pain. Hunger. Touch. I had no powers. Every reality check I did proved that yes, this was reality. I dropped my phone and went into a state of shock once more, rocking back and forth on my side, still on my bed. Then I remembered. The street. I quickly stood and leapt over to my window, yanking the blinds’ strings. No, the street was clear. What about the sky? I looked upward.\n\nThen I saw it. I opened my window to make sure it was just a bit of dust, but alas, it didn’t move.\n\nThe black dot. It was visible, and even had a red outline on its edges.\n\nFeedback is appreciated!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Extradimensional beings kidnap several million people and put them on a replica of Earth. They demand a reenactment of World War II. Apparently it was their favorite show and are upset it got cancelled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "(On mobile)\n\n\"Alright you may start now!\" The Eldritch abomination that somehow had kidnapped him declared. Atleast he thinks it is an Eldritch abomination, if the voices heard all over the room is an indication.\n\nWilliam sighed, fixing the WW2 British Army uniform he is wearing. God, can this day get any worse?\n\n\"I-I don't feel comfortable commiting the Holocaust.\" The German representative, Adelbert, said. \"I'm Jewish for crying out loud! Why am I the one playing Hitler?\"\n\nWilliam feels his head throbbed. The whole point of this meeting was for them to plan how to reenact the war. Well, that is what the beings who kidnapped them declared.\n\n(He still has no idea how and why he was chosen to play as Churchill)\n\n\"Atleast you aren't Stalin.\" The Russian representative, Mor-something, grumbled.\n\n\"I'm glad I'm neutral.\" The Swiss reperesentative said in a sagely manner. William shot down the feeling of envy, judging from the looks of other representatives they feel the same way.\n\n\"Look we could try minimizing the casualties. Atleast, I hope we can actually do that.\" William suggested. Can they even do that? Would the beings interfere?\n\n\"My country is going to get invaded first.\" The Polish representative deadpan. \"I probably would be one of the first to die.\"\n\n\"Do you think I can survive until D-Day? Where exactly is the best place to hide once the Germans start invading?\" Jacques, the French representative, mumbled. He started writing something down on his notebook, probably a list of hiding places.\n\n\"So am I the only one wondering why there is only one Korean representative?\" The Chinese representative asked. His fellow Asian looked at him tiredly.\n\n\"How about you keep the Communist from attacking the Japanese? Save us the Pacific front.\" One of the other Asian representative, William couldn't make out the country of, said.\n\n\"Better yet, let them keep Sakhalin.\" Another tired reply from somewhere. \"Pretty sure that would prevent the whole Westerners are evil thing.\"\n\n\"Too bad we can't do alternate history.\" The Vietnamese representative grumbled.\n\n\"Maybe we could?\" The Canadian representative, Matt, said with a hopeful tone.\n\n\"The beings said reenactment. We can't change a bloody thing.\" William feels bad at Matt deflating from his reply.\n\n\" 'nuff of this!\"\n\nWilliam's head throbbed again.\n\nThe American representative, Fred, had been silent throughout the whole meeting. A determined gleam is in his eyes.\n\nIf the man, teenager actually, suggests taking down the beings again, William is going to flip. The last time they tried that, it did not end well.\n\n\"If the aliens-\"\n\n\"Beings.\" William corrected almost automatically.\n\n\"-wants a war, then we give them one!\" Fred continues as if he had not been cut off. \"We give them the best World War 2 reenactment the universe has ever seen!\"\n\nWilliam is not at all surprised when the room groaned at the declaration. He is also not ashamed for being one of those who made the sounds.\n\nFred did not seem to care at the less than enthusiastic replies. He instead focused towards another representative.\n\nWilliam hold his wince at realising that it is the Japanese representative. The poor man had been holding back tears at the idea of commiting war crimes, having his fellow people bombed, and most likely commit seppuku.\n\n\"Make sure to raze Pearl Harbor hard! Keep me off guard, no spoilers on when you do it! Make it as authentic as possible.\" Fred said, uncaring at the fact that the Asian had blanched at his words.\n\nThe teen got up and head towards the door. When did that appear? Before Fred could leave, he turned towards them.\n\n\"You're gonna have to like send me a map of where those two cities are. Hiromisho and Nagasaku? Something, something? Eh, just give me map.\" With that he was off.\n\nThe moment the door closed, the Japanese representative burst out crying. Next to him, Adelbert started muttering something about not having a mustache. Jacques seems to have finished writing a will of sorts, if the words William can gleam from his notebook is anyting to go by.\n\n\"Alright!\" The Brit sighed. \"Any more questions so we can call it a day?\"\n\nThe Italian representative raised his hand. At William's nod, he said the question in a serious manner. \"Can I surrender to the Allies earlier?\"\n\nWilliam's head throbbed." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: In a world of mighty heroes and powerful wizards a band of mercenaries has managed to make a name for itself by capturing or killing several mythical beasts through the use of specialized tools and clever tactics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I belted the last of my holsters across my hips before spitting the remaining blood out of my mouth. \"That hurt.\"\n\nMaximillian chucked. \"Of course it did. I wanted it to. What you did was reckless and idiotic.\"\n\n\"But it worked.\"\n\n\"Unfortunately, and now we are not rid of you anymore.\"\n\n\"How many times are you going to say that?\" I replied, aghast at his unfriendly disposition.\n\nMaximillian didn't look to be in an arguing mood and continued setting up the pressure-traps. The soft, throaty cooing of the cockatrice babies I had stolen warbled in the cage attached to the traps. He turned and looked at me.\n\n\"You are supposed to work with logic and planning. Everything must be perfect.\" He motioned off to Belac to take his place within the reeds. \"If it is not perfect, you lose your life. But before that, you lose your respect.\"\n\nI paused, taken back by his revelations to me.\n\n\"Respect is what we live on, Blackwell.\", he continued. \"And if you posses no discipline to follow orders or the force to make your own, you will die a peasant in this world.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry Max.\" I shifted uncomfortably within the treeline.\n\n\"Don't let it happen again. Now take your place and make sure to stretch. I can hear the wings of the beast.\"\n\n\"How?\" I looked around, scanning the night sky over the river. Nothing.\n\n\"With age comes experience. Now go.\"\n\nI ran to the clearing and unholstered my hand crossbows. From the corner of my eye I could see the traps waiting over a patch of grass to my right. Maximillian was next to invisible behind that and Belac even more so.\n\nThe sounds of the forest went quiet. I looked up at the stars.\n\nThen it came tearing out of the clouds. With a screech that burst my eardrums and filled my eyes with mist, the beast dived down. I set my jaw and clenched through the pain. I looked down to the pool of water we had set. I hoped the ripples wouldn't distort the line of sight.\n\nThirty meters.\n\nMy gloved hands flexed on the grips of the crossbows.\n\nTwenty meters.\n\nI could smell the chemical bomb Belac had set in front of my position.\n\nTen meters.\n\nI had to be perfect. No more relying on luck.\n\nThe beast was in front of me now and aimed to kill. I jumped, executed a backflip as it tore into the ground, skidding where I had been, temporarily blinded by the fumes of the concoction. I ensured it would stay that way with my weapons. Quick as a snake, Maximillian ran up to grab me and dived out of the way. A silver streak from Belac's direction let me know the expert archer had done his job.\n\nI coughed.\n\n\"You forgot your earmuffs, didn't you boy?\" Maximillian chuckled.\n\nI could only guess what he had asked over the ringing in my head. \"Yes sir.\" I looked back to see the other two satisfied with their kill. The cockatrice was forced back into the trap within seconds of landing. It was now dead and caged.\n\n\"We'll make a monster hunter out of you yet.\"\n\nThe sounds of the forest returned, and I looked up at the stars." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: It's a common illegal pastime for young aliens to speak into a human's mind, and make them think a god is talking to them. Your friends have all had fun doing this without repercussion. However, seeing what your actions have lead Jeanne d'Arc to, you're pretty traumatized." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'lix was shaking as he entered the main area of the small ship. The others were gathered around the viewing station, watching the humans go about their lives.\n\n\"Hey, guys, I think I messed up.\" He said.\n\n\"Why? What happened?\" Br'in asked, looking at him through her rear eyes, with her forward eyes still glued to the screen.\n\n\"I, uh, I just finished godding a human, and I think I might have messed up.\"\n\n\"It should be fine. As long as you stuck with some random poor person.\" Ge'tor said, keeping all four of his eyes on the screen.\n\n\"Oh, sure, I did. At least, i thought I did. See, I went to this young female in a country at war. Uh, they call it France, I think. So, anyway, I go the whole voice of god routine on her, and tell her to lead her countrymen to victory against their enemies.\"\n\n\"So? Human females aren't allowed to fight.\" Br'in said, with only a slight hint of bitterness in her voice.\n\n\"Exactly! I thought she'd go out on the street, maybe wave one of those pointed sticks around, and then be ignored. The thing is, they're actually listening to her.\"\n\nEight eyes were suddenly on He'lix. He curled his upper limbs up into his torso.\n\n\"You...influenced a conflict.\" Ge'tor said. \"Is she...\"\n\nBr'in was already working the viewing screen, changing it to the indicated region.\n\n\"Oh dear.\" She said. \"She's really taking this seriously. Damn near winning battles with her tactics. He'lix, you messed up.\"\n\n\"Oh, oh man, we...we've got to get out of here.\" Ge'tor said. He got out of his seat and rushed to the controls. \"We're in enough trouble for godding a primitive race, but influencing a conflict? We'll be lucky if we don't get executed.\"\n\nThe ship came to life as he worked the controls with all six of his arms at once.\n\n\"But...maybe...maybe I can fix it?\" He'lix asked.\n\n\"No. No you aren't doing that.\" Ge'tor shouted, even as he plugged the warp coordinates into the nav computer. \"You messed this up enough already. We've got to get out of here before a patrol shows up.\"\n\n\"Maybe they won't find out?\" Br'in said. \"I mean, this is a pretty backwater system. Patrols don't come out here very often. Right?\" She was not convinced.\n\n\"Just...just give me the chance to, to fix this. I...I can go back in and tell her to stop. Maybe make it seem like she has to survive because of, I don't know, a bigger destiny or something?\"\n\n\"It's too late. The damage has already been done. Now those French people will have learned from her tactics and be able to use them without her. You changed the course of these people's history. And you know what that means for us, right?\"\n\n\"But it was only He'lix who did the godding. We didn't do anything.\"\n\n\"You think the patrols are will care? If they catch us, we're all dead by association.\"\n\nThe other two were silent. They knew he was right. The patrols were filled with people known for adhering to the strict letter of the law. Several of which they had broken.\n\n\"Okay, get us out of here.\" Br'in said. She slumped into the nearest seat and activated the warp restraints.\n\nHe'lix followed suit much more reluctantly. He was still sure he could salvage this. He could fix things. He had no idea how, but he could. But when he heard the warp engines come to life, he knew his chance had passed. He watched the viewing screen as the ship sped away. He would have to come back to Earth as soon as he could. He had to know what he had done. And if it was possible to fix anything he had broken." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: A Wild-west style world, but in a frigid world with snow and ice instead of sand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mary-Ellen was a god-fearing woman, and she knew that drinking was not approved of by the minister. Alcohol flowed from the devil's stream, the Reverend Paxton always said, and Mary-Ellen believed him. No one who spoke with the Reverend's conviction could be lying - every spittle-flecked pronouncement was said as finally as if it were the Word of God. So, although Mary-Ellen had tended the bar every night for two years since the Reverend had arrived in town, she'd never touched a drop.\n\nThat didn't stop her pouring in though - other peoples' immortal souls were their own business, just as serving drinks was hers, so she could dole out whiskey with a clear conscience. Row after row of squat glasses was lined up on the saloon bar, and Mary-Ellen kept on pouring.\n\nNights like that one, when the wind howled about the saloon's painted walls, and the snow fell in thick, fast flakes, were always lively. No one wanted to be the first to leave, to have to trudge back to a cold shack through snow drifts and freezing slush. So the drink flowed freely, the conversation became louder and more jovial by the minute, and everyone stayed warm.\n\nLater, when Mary-Ellen rang the bell for last orders, the rabble of ranch hands and mine workers would have to leave - have to wrap up in oiled leathers, wind thick woollen scarves around their faces. But for now, there was drink and talk and gambling - at cards or poker - and they could forget the outside world.\n\nAt least until the door swung open. A blast of icy, cutting air swept into the room, reminding everyone of the blizzard that raged outside the warmth and light of the saloon. In the short time it took the stranger to enter, closing the door behind him, a thin blanket of snow covered the area in front of the door. In the short time it took the stranger to remove his hood, all conversation in the saloon stopped.\n\nHe was a tall man, his head nearly scraping along the ceiling. Although his shape was difficult to make out beneath the layers of seal-skin, fur, and leather he was wearing, Mary-Ellen gained an impression of broad shoulders and a trim waist.\n\nHis face was angular, with a beak of a nose and sharp cheekbones. Crow's feet tugged at the corner of his eyes, and further lines had etched themselves around the thin, straight slash of his mouth. His eyes were the most arresting feature in the craggy face - a piercing, pure blue like the Northern sky. Without speaking the stranger looked round the room slowly, cold eyes assessing each occupant in turn.\n\nNobody held his gaze. One by one, each man's eyes dropped to his drink, to the still-roaring fire, to the varnished floorboards. Mary-Ellen busied herself cleaning glasses, making herself seem as uninvolved as possible.\n\nThe stranger pushed his coat back with his hands, resting them lightly on the butts of the two pistols he carried. Long-barreled six-shooters, the metal gleaming in the saloon's orange-yellow light. For now, his fingers stayed clear of the triggers, but Mary-Ellen had owned a saloon for three years - she knew how quickly that could change.\n\nThe stranger's voice, when he spoke, was a slow drawl, an accent from the far South, where the snow stopped falling in the summer months and the bears were white, not black. \"I'm lookin' for a man.\"\n\nNo response. The saloon's patrons swirled ice in their glasses, sat in silent examination of their cards. Hardly any movement. No sudden movements at all.\n\n\"My name is Wade. Wade Hampton. I've been trackin' this man for two years, and there's a bounty on his head. Six hundred dollars, dead or alive. I'll share it with anyone who has information.\"\n\nStill no replies, but the silence was different now. A listening silence, a silence that wanted more before it broke, before any man made his play for the money.\n\n\"He's a preacher, or says he is. Travels round on a dog sled, preaching in any town that'll have him. But there's no kind of preacher I ever heard of who leaves that many bodies behind him, or who gets run out of as many towns as he leaves of his own accord.\"\n\nMary-Ellen froze.\n\n\"I heard a rumour he'd headed North. Changed his name, lied about his past. It took me a long time to track the rumour down, to check every little trading post this side of the glacier. But the good people of Icewind Crossing, just a day or so back South, said I'd find him here. Justice is slow, sure, but she gets there in the end.\"\n\nThe stranger - Wade - eased his hands away from his guns. One hand reached inside an inner coat pocket, removing a folded and crumpled piece of paper. \"Now I've got here a description, and a list of crimes, and the details of the bounty. Six hundred dollars. And the man who tells me where I can find this outlaw preacher, he gets half that bounty. So, what do you say? Can anybody help me find the preacher man?\"\n\nA long, long silence. Then, from one of the card tables near the fire, came the sound of a scraping chair. Mary-Ellen turned her head to see one of the Boggis boys - seal herders with more courage than sense - rising to his feet. \"I guess we can help you, stranger. There's a man like that around.\"\n\nThe tension eased out of the room as the bounty hunter crossed it. Conversations resumed, a little subdued, as he sat down at the table with the card players. There was a brief rush of cold air with the creak of a hinge as someone slipped out into the night. And Mary-Ellen poured herself a drink." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 500-600 words. Prompt: Every person has a birthmark in the shape of a letter. If you kill people in order, you will be granted what you spell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My callsign is Fifth. I'm the last member of the world's most elite hit squad, who targets those who get too powerful. Each of us have a special skill we've acquired through the spelling ritual. Today, we take on our most dangerous target yet: A serial killer by the name of Thomas Fong. Intelligence indicates he's spelled one of the most dangerous words we've seen yet: M A G I C.\n\nFirst is, of course, first. He's spelled many words, but his first and most important one is A I M. A slingshot in First's hands is more dangerous than a rifle in another's. The other four of us rarely saw action because First, on the roof, with a sniper rifle, was often enough. There he was now, on one of hundreds of hotel balconies, aiming his scope into Thomas' bedroom. He fired.\n\nThe gun clattered to the ground as First plummeted towards the ground. Evidently, Thomas' powers included precognition. We looked away as First died on impact. We had four more.\n\nSecond, the strongwoman, was waiting one floor beneath. She had spelled S T R E N G T H and R E G E N E R A T I O N, among other words. Basically, an unstoppable force and an immovable object. She leapt up, breaking through the floor, and put Thomas in a chokehold, crushing the life out of him. Thomas struggled, even lighting her on fire, which she ignored, until he transformed her arms into ice and broke them. They regrew almost immediately, but by then he had freed himself, and encased her fully in ice, which he shattered into countless pieces. She did not come back.\n\nThird, the scientist, had spelled K N O W L E D G E. He had developed all of our plans, as well as several personal gadgets for him to fight with. He flew in through the window almost immediately upon Second's death, flanked by an army of mini-drones and the thundering of gunfire. Thomas turned the bullets back, killing Third almost immediately.\n\nFourth, the gambler, had spelled L U C K. First wouldn't even fight him because his guns would jam. Second wouldn't because her muscles would cramp. Third's gear would glitch. But Thomas' magic had a way of warping reality on its own. Thomas' magic seemed unable to affect Fourth, but did ricochet onto his switchblade, growing it to a tremendous size and crushing Fourth under its weight.\n\nAnd last, there was me. Fifth. I hadn't spelled anything. But the squad fed me. They treated me well. Because I was the final failsafe. I tell my family I love them every time I go out to work, in case the other four fall. Because now, it's my turn.\n\nThere's a special reason we fought in this order. One that Thomas discovered as he impaled me with the wooden leg of a table as I walked in the door. The divine light that indicated a word had been spelled shone from the heavens, spotlighting Thomas. One by one, the letters lifted from our corpses. First's D, Second's E, Third's A, Fourth's T, and my H.\n\nAnd Thomas was granted what he had spelled." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You’re part of a primitive tribal people living on a small planet. Occasionally, giant metal ships crash on your planet and you harvest their resources. You go to harvest a recently fallen ship. For the first time ever, there was a survivor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kira always knew her life wouldn’t be ordinary.\n\nEven as a girl, she couldn’t be content with a woman’s place in the world. Cooking, cleaning, staring at the ground. A life of service to a man undeserving. No. She was meant for greatness.\n\nCrouched within overgrown shrubbery overlooking a small alcove, Kira realized she found it.\n\nA Gift.\n\nThe alcove has small scattered flames, somehow alive despite the wet foliage it consumed. Black smoke rose from those patches and toward the skies. It wouldn’t be long until the bells of the nearest scout tower began to ring.\n\nKira had been in the forest, well beyond the legal limit, when she heard the Gift arrive. It was loud beyond belief, even at her great distance. Having now closed the gap, she searched for a way to inspect the Gift.\n\nThe only path down was long, striking far east before turning back toward the Gift. She looked over the small plateau’s edge and found thick vines descending it all the way to the forest floor.\n\nIt took barely a moment for her to reach the alcove, but it was enough time for a scout to identify the Gift and alert the scavengers. The nearest tower must have been close, as the bell was loud and clear.\n\nShe didn’t know how long it took them to reach an average Gift, but it took her over an hour to get this far out from the city.\n\nKira approached the Gift, her knees shaking. She stood only feet away from a Gift of God.\n\nIt was long and slender, built like a diving bird that hunts in the ocean waters. The Gift reflected sunlight just as the legends spoke of. It was made of pure metal, to be harvested and used, along with all other parts of it. However, atop the Gift and slightly to one side, a black half-circle. It looked like a frog’s eye, peaking out from a lake.\n\nThen it lifted.\n\nKira jumped back, almost stumbling as she landed. The black object opened as the roof of a clam, revealing a man inside.\n\nOr something close to one.\n\nHe was the same shape as a man and wearing clothing, though it was strange and thick, orange in color and a fashion like no other. He wore a see-through vase on his head, perhaps a new type of metal. However, the similarities to a man stopped there.\n\nHe had a light green skin, but rather than sickly, he looked healthy. His eyes were green as well, though far darker than his skin. Behind his helm, she could see a clean-shaved face and yellow hair. His seat was perfectly sized to him, made of cured leather and woven very well.\n\nHe looked scared, panicked. He spoke something, his voice seeming to come from his clothing, amplified into a louder one. The words were smooth, certainly another language.\n\nKira froze in place.\n\nWhat-\n\n“It’s not much further.” A voice called out from behind and above.\n\nKira turned sharply. It came from the plateau. She ran to the side and hid behind a tree. How did the scavengers arrive so quickly? They must have teams in every scout tower.\n\n“There.” The same voice. “Come on, let’s go.”\n\nKira risked a quick glance and found four men standing atop the edge of the small cliff. One quickly got down and used the same vine Kira had to descend. He was far quicker, the other three following just as fast.\n\nShe lowered herself until she was sitting with her back to the tree.\n\nThe same words began to speak from the orange clothing, but cut off with a loud exhale. Kira looked over and found the strange man had a spear in his gut, leaned back into his seat.\n\n“What the fuck!” One of the younger scavengers looked wide-eyed at the dead man. Kira found it hard not to agree with him. “Who is that? What is that!”\n\n“Who knows.” The man without a spear, the murderer, shrugged. “The Gifts always come with a man in them. We used to quietly bring them back, alive and well to the king’s own man. Only he and Citylord Zane knew. Rumor was they were able to communicate, and a month later, we got orders to kill and bury them, and Citylord Zane mysteriously died to an illness.”\n\nKira stared at the group without blinking. In her shock, she almost revealed herself.\n\n“We find it best not to ask questions.” The man pulled his spear free with a boot holding the strange man’s corpse back. “Now, rook, get to digging.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Every time you see your mother, you see so much of yourself in her. Everybody tells you have the same eyes and hair. This connection feels even weirder when you happen to say the same things almost instantly . One night, you discover a document titled \"Raising yourself, a Cloning Program\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dark tints on Mom's Malibu ironically made her car stand out, and I recognized it right away as she pulled up in front of the band hall.\n\nI told my friends goodnight and headed to the car with my backpack and my drum stick bag in tow. The trunk popped as I approached and I set both inside before taking my place in the passenger seat.\n\n\"You sounded great tonight, Val,\" Mom told me. \"But you need to watch your stick height. Your right hand rises much further than your left.\"\n\n\"I'll work on it,\" I told her through a yawn. Mom had been a great drummer once, and somewhere there were photos of her high school band days with her in a big white marching uniform surrounded by friends. A lot of parents were like this, and I suppose it's only natural they would want the same for their kids.\n\n\"But you were great,\" she reminded me. \"Really good. And I'm proud of you. So proud.\" Her compliments sounded more like she was pleading me away from a ledge than being kind. When she tried to do the \"good mom\" thing, there was always some panicky quality about it, like it was something she knew she should do, even if she didn't believe it.\n\n\"How was work?\" I changed the awkward subject.\n\n\"It was work,\" she answered plainly. \"Boring, repetitive, thankless work.\" Mom was never one who spoke highly about her own accomplishments or ambitions. She shrugged off her career in conversation to the point that I wasn't entirely sure what she did. All I knew was that she was a scientist and in debt.\n\n\"I'm thinking about becoming a teacher,\" I told her, dropping the bomb without any warning.\n\nThe car nearly screeched to a halt. \"What!?\" she hollared.\n\nI shrunk in my seat. \"A teacher,\" I responded sheepishly.\n\n\"With your mind? You'd waste it teaching... What exactly?\"\n\n\"English. Literature. I don't know.\"\n\n\"There's no money in teaching. And besides, you have an analytical, detail-oriented mind suited more for STEM than English.\" Her tone sneered at that last word, as if we were discussing the merits of a bellybutton piercing.\n\n\"Well, you do, maybe. But I'm my own person. And I want to be a teacher.\"\n\nHer fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel. \"Have you been talking to Mr. Fulce again? Is he filling your head with this nonsense?\" Her lips curled tightly together, wrinkles traveling from her chin to her mouth.\n\n\"Well, I AM the president of the book club, and he oversees that. I also already tutor English, so I feel comfortable in it.\"\n\n\"No. You'll major in a science field. It's what you were made for.\"\n\n\"Made for?\"\n\n\"Born for,\" she corrected herself. \"I'm sorry, it's been a long day.\" We pulled up to the house, but Mom grabbed the sleeve of my hoodie to stop me from getting out all the way. \"Val, I think it's great you get so much from the arts. It can always be a hobby for you. But you and I are meant for different things. We're built different. I need you to lean into that and embrace it.\"\n\nI thought this over. \"Everyone's always saying how alike we are; how we look so similar, have similar mannerisms, laugh the same...\"\n\nShe smiled sympathetically at that.\n\n\"... But we're not the same person. I'm your daughter, which means I'm only half you, half sperm donor. Maybe my biological father was an artist.\"\n\nMom exhaled sharply, giving my thought a definitive dismissal.\" So stubborn, I should have known. Just like me. \"\n\nBy then she had let go of my hoodie and I headed inside. Things between me and Mom weren't bad, necessarily, but whenever I deviated from what she wanted from my future--which was a seemingly endless conversation--our relationship got tense.\n\nWe both went to bed without a goodnight, but I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation in the car. I'd don't the research before, when you select a sperm donor, you usually get information about him--his interests, physical characteristics, career--so that you can make an educated choice. I'd have asked her about that information before, but anytime I brought up \"the sperm donor\" I was shut down quickly. I wondered if she still had his information sheet.\n\nI waited until mom went to sleep so I could check her vault. Despite being a scientist, she had no notion of password security, so it was more than likely her vault pin would be the same as most of her other numerical passwords. I snuck into her study and typed her birthday into the keypad and a satisfying click followed. The heavy metal door swung open to reveal filed and loose papers.\n\nI shuffled through the paperwork, much of it vital records and investment information, until I found a yellow envelope marked \"Val.\" I opened it and my confusion became deeper.\n\n\"Raising Yourself: A Practical Guide to Parenting your Clone.\" The brochures were filled with information on the cloning process including the development of the clone embryo before it is implanted in the original's uterus.\n\nI read through the literature and the records of her payments and loans--several million dollars by my count--as well as measures she had taken to qualify for such substantial investments.\n\n\"If payment becomes delinquent for a period of six (6) months, the clone will be repossessed. Additionally, as soon as the clone turns 18, it will be kept under NexTech monitoring. If payments become delinquent, the clone will be terminated.\"\n\nThe study light flipped on. Mom was standing in the doorway wearing a robe and a scowl. \"Did you find what you were looking for?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: “Of course there’s a monster under your bed, my love, I put it there to protect you if ever I could not.”" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't remember much before her. I knew I had been alone, hiding in the shadows. I rarely ate, the rats and birds often proving too fast to catch. Without them, I was a runt, barely able to do more then put on a tough front to stay safe. Then one day, she came. She saw through my act, and offered me a way out. I was hardly going to refuse.\n\nHer house was small, but cosy. It smelt of warmth and happiness. I decided almost immediately that this would be my home as well. The lady enjoyed my company, feeding me regularly. I began to grow, finally able to become what I was.\n\nOver time, I saw her change. Her belly grew, though not from food. I could hear a smaller, second heartbeat inside her. A baby. I heard her whispering to it, and felt her love from the side. She doted over the life inside her. And as she had saved me, I offered to protect her child.\n\nShe readily accepted. I helped her as much as I could as the baby grew. But being a creature of darkness, there wasn't much I could do during the day, beneath the cruel, burning sun. So I waited until night to ease her burden. During this time, I learned how she saw me. A seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, she had a natural gift, granting her sight to my world.\n\nWhen the baby was born, I realised he couldn't see me. But I stayed close, watching over him as he slept. I became attached to his soft, pudgy form. His vacant gaze as he fiddled with things. His laughter when his mother tickled him. His little snores at night. He was one of my pack.\n\nI watched him as he grew older. His mother was overjoyed at my dutifulness, as I kept him safe where she could not. When he crawled out of bed, I stuck close, curling around him when he fell asleep on the floor. At time I felt him almost look at me, before looking away.\n\nFinally, he began to speak in sentences, and understand the world a bit more. I huddled under his bed, content to stay there until night. One time, as he went to sleep, I stretched. My leg whacked into his bed, and I groaned. I didn't think much of the catch in his breath, until the next night.\n\n\"Mummy! I don't want to go to bed! There a monster under there!\"\n\nShe laughed as she tucked him in.\n\n“Of course there’s a monster under your bed, my love, I put it there to protect you if ever I could not.”\n\n\"But it's scary!\"\n\nShe shifted on the bed.\n\n\"It isn't if you met it. Let me introduce you.\"\n\nShe leant down, poking her head into my view.\n\n\"Come out monster.\"\n\nI growled, crawling out of the shadows. He gasped as I emerged, hiding back from me. I guessed he could finally see me. I coughed, before manipulating my growls into speech.\n\n\"I friend. Protect you I do.\"\n\nI held out one of my claws, resting it near him. He touched it warily.\n\n\"You're cold!\"\n\nI smothered a grin, conscious of my sharp teeth.\n\n\"Thats because he lives in shadow sweetheart. Now be a good boy and go to sleep. Monster here will protect you.\"\n\nAs if on cue he yawned, and his eyes began to close.\n\n\"Night night mummy. Night night monster.\"\n\nI let my grin loose as his eyes shut. I growled softly, before ducking back underneath his bed. I was glad he could finally see me. I couldn't wait for him.to talk to me more." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: \"Like I really need some support right now and you are the closes thing I have to a friend.\" \"Didn't you try to kill me like 2 days ago?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nemesis.\n\nShe hates the word, but she can't find another to accurately describe their relationship. If she was particularly annoyed she might even go so far as to add arch- to it, but most of the time it wasn't necessary. Nuisance or pain in the ass were also common descriptors, but nemesis worked best.\n\nBoth of them had tried to avoid it, both spending time fighting other people, but they always seemed to drift back together sooner or later.\n\nIn a sense, it was her longest standing relationship, and while she didn't like to admit it, it worked. She would beat him in a battle of wits or might, he would cause some casual property damage that the city would pay for, and they'd call it a day.\n\nIt was this understanding of their dynamic that had left her confused and almost worried the last few weeks. Where before he would quip and laugh as they fought, expertly involving some device that always seemed to have -inator in the name, now he was silent and serious. The grey mask hiding his face was oddly blank, where before he had made it shockingly expressive for something covering his entire head.\n\nHe wasn't holding back in his hits anymore either, causing more and more damage with each fight. It had culminated in their last fight a few days before, his attacks forcing her into the ground as he hit her over and over.\n\nIt had reached the point where she wondered if she'd be able to walk away this time, mind hazy with pain. It had only been when he suddenly stopped, flying away with his stupid cape fluttering behind him, that she'd been able to drag herself out of the literal crater he had beaten into the earth.\n\nThat led to her situation now, resting carefully on the couch of her apartment holding ice to her taped up ribs. The fact that she hadn't needed more serious medical attention was a miracle in itself, but then that may be attributed to the years of practice she'd had in putting herself back together.\n\nShe'd been barely more than a kid when she'd started doing this, high on the thought that she could make a difference in the world. She hadn't realized then the complexity of the world, how often the situation was more complex than just good or bad.\n\nBy the time she had had more brain than brawn, she was in too deep. So she kept at it, punching bad guys while pushing for a society with the resources to handle those who were failed by their community, left to slip through the cracks. While villains (and how she hated that word, almost as much as nemesis) had dwindled over the years with better mental health systems and government funding, a few remained.\n\nHer nemesis was one, fighting her seemingly just for the hell of it. He made schemes but never ones that threatened civilians. Rather, he just seemed to like fucking with her and smashing a few cars, which was also why their last few fights were particularly concerning.\n\nThe doorbell ringing draws her out of her thoughts, bringing her back to her couch with her aching face and ribs. She pulls herself up with a grimace, keeping one hand on her side as the other instinctively reaches for one of the many guns hidden around her home. While many would say her powers were enough protection, in times like this where she doubted her strength, it was good to have an alternative.\n\nShe hobbles over to the door as quietly as she can, peering through the peephole. She groans at the sight that greets her, the familiar grey mask looking almost sheepish as he waves with an unnatural awareness of her presence.\n\nContemplating just shooting him through the door, she finally decides that would be risking a noise complaint from her neighbour, so instead she opens the door just a crack. She looks him over, aware that he can see the gun trained currently towards his lower body.\n\n\"Well I had been hoping for a slightly warmer welcome than that. Maybe a hello if I was lucky.\"\n\nHis words carry the usual snark, but it's much more subdued than she would like. She notices how he looks ready to collapse, shrinking into himself as his shoulders bow under an enormous weight. Against her better judgment, she opens the door a bit more, gun still at the ready.\n\n\"I tend to save the warm welcome for people who aren't trying to make my life a living hell.\"\n\nHe seems to cringe at that, though it's hard to tell under the mask. Taking one step back, he raises his hands slightly, as though trying to placate the sharp anger she couldn't keep out of her voice.\n\n\"Yeah, fair, definitely deserve that, but I promise this isn't what it looks like.\"\n\n\"Well it looks like you tracked down my civilian identity in order to carry out some dastardly scheme. If you don't want me to shoot you, I think you should tell me what you think this is like.\" She raises the gun slightly. He sighs, raising his hands accordingly.\n\n\"Like I really need support right now, and you're the closest thing I have to a friend?\"\n\nThe words hang between them, neither moving as her mind tries to comprehend what the hell he just said to her. She stares at him, causing him to fidget slightly, before finally answering, tone deadpan.\n\n\"Didn't you try to kill me like, two days ago?\"\n\n\"Well, I had hoped you would have the maturity to have gotten over that by now.\" She starts to snap back, anger burning in her throat, but he holds up a hand to cut her off. \"I also hoped that you would realize the sheer level of desperation I would have had to reach in order to reach out to you like this.\"\n\nShe pauses at that, the words striking a chord with her. For better or worse, she had known him for many years now, and the thought of him ever reaching the point where she was the person he went to for help had been laughable until now. He always seemed self-reliant, unable to even team up with the other villains terrorizing the city in order to carry out his more complicated ideas.\n\nFor something to cause him to reach out to someone else, it had to be serious.\n\nStill, it isn't enough for her to lower her defenses, and she raises the gun from where it had sunk slightly to her side. He sighs, running a hand over his head as he takes in her clear doubts.\n\n\"Okay, you need more than that, understandable. In the hopes of convincing you this isn't one of, as you call them, my dastardly schemes, I'm going to try to add a little trust to the situation.\"\n\nShe scoffs, but the sound sticks in her throat as he reaches up to pull off the grey mask covering his face. Shock fills her chest, arms slackening as she stares at him, face to face for the first time." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 500-600 words. Prompt: Life in the dystopia as the fashion designer responsible for the intimidating, yet stylish and chique outfits" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I laugh as I sentence another group of rebels to be executed. My empire is perfect, my castle has never been broken into, and I am surrounded by a hundred soldiers. Which is why when my doors swung open I was most surprised.\n\nBefore me walked the most flamboyant man I had ever seen.\n\n\"How are you to enter my throne room?!\" I yelled as my men readied themselves.\n\n\"Forgive me, darling. My name is Zeke Esquire and I am a revolutionary.\"\n\n\"So, you have come to over throw me?!\"\n\n\"No, I have come to save you.\"\n\nSuddenly a whole squad of man came out from behind him, but none were holding weapons. These strange men started to measure my men while others pulled out hundreds of fabrics.\n\nThe strange man, Zeke Esquire, approached me.\n\n\"I mean look at you. Everyone is wearing black, it is like you are trying to scream, I am evil. No, what you need is white, it's clean and sleek, plus it is perfect for symbolism for purity. I know it's past Labor day, but no revolution is perfect without breaking rules.\"\n\nI nearly laughed at this ridiculousness. I humored this fool long enough, I looked to my men only to see them nod along and start giving out measurements to these intruders. I never felt more angry in my life, but before I could lash out, the idiot continued on his speech.\n\n\"Brodie helmets, really? This will not do. You need full coverage, I do not want to see a single face.\"\n\n\"But how will we see?\" States one soldier\n\n\"Darling, don't you worry. We will install visors. Not only will your helmets by fashionable, but it also will give better protection.\"\n\nOut of all the things this soldier could say or ask, that was the question! Even worse he gave his helmet to Zeke Esquire.\n\n\"Hmmm...Also get rid of the symbol on the helmet, too tacky there. Move it to a chest piece, we want everything front and center.\"\n\n\"Enough of this foolishness!\" I scream. \"You are making a mockery of me and my army!\"\n\nSuddenly everything grew quiet. The once busy atmosphere, was now silent, nobody moved, everybody seemed to fear what was going to happen next.\n\n\"Oh sweetie, I haven't forgotten you.\" Stated Zeke Esquire, seemingly unable to read the room.\n\nAs if bearing me no mind, Zeke Esquire unrolled a large piece of paper.\n\n\"Enough of this, I will not stand for this any longer\" I said, as I stepped down from my throne, preparing my weapon as I approached.\n\n\"This is nothing you can do, that can convince me not to...\"\n\nI had to stop, as I saw the design laid out in front of me.\n\n\"It's beautiful\" I gasped at the design.\n\n\"That's right, a full suit, specifically for your greatness. Platform shoes that blend seamlessly into the outfit, a full chest plate with all your medals decorated on it, and a red cape to bring out your eyes.\"\n\n\"It is a wonderful design, but why no helmet?\" I asked curiously\n\n\"Oh darling, we cannot hide your head for the world. You got to flaunt that thing. Oh an FYI, no hats, show off that bald head, you got to own it.\"\n\nI was left speechless by it all.\n\n\"Who are you?\" Was all I could say.\n\n\"I already told you, I am Zeke Esquire, and I am a revolutionary.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You are being cornered and are about to be attacked, when a dragon swoops in and protects you for reasons you aren't sure of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So you can't hold me responsible for this, do you understand?\n\nYou asked. You wanted to know. Don't blame me if you end up drowning in a bottle by the end of this whole fiasco. I sure wish I could.\n\nHere goes...\n\nIt started like this: I was cornered.\n\nYes. It happened. Brilliant as I am, it's still possible for a genius reporter/investigator of my calibre to get cornered by random goons. Call it bad luck. Call it a slip up, if you really must.\n\nDeath in an alley loomed large- I was going to die, probably. I suck at self defense. I still suck, I mean. They had weapons of the pointy and shooty variety. It's not my fault I'm neither fast nor durable enough to catch a speeding bullet. To top it off, the police were far away in a safer, better part of town- like they always are.\n\n-What? No, no. I didn't really feel badly about it. I mean, I've missed my ticket to the afterlife so many times before already. In this line of work...it was bound to happen, sooner or later.\n\nThis is pretty much what awaits me if I keep living my life like this, death in a dark place, hopefully a quick one.\n\n...huh?\n\nSorry...no, that all morbid talk has nothing to do with my story. I got distracted, so sue me. I'm trying to be distracted. What do you think I'm downing these stacks of piss poor beers for?\n\nFeh.\n\nI got cornered, thought I was going to die. Then out of nowhere- out of nowhere, this lady dressed in a skintight leather jumpsuit appears in front of me.\n\n-no! I wasn't drunk then, damn it!\n\nShe was probably one of those hero types you hear about these days. Maybe. She was going on more about some crazy talk of hunters and demons and I was busy not emptying my bowels so there. The goons were busy staring at her chest. Maybe they were trying to take in her words, but they looked too stupid for that-\n\n(-seriously, where do all these generically burly, idiotic people come from?)\n\n-and then she turns into a dragon.\n\nYes, I just said that. Yes, let it sink in for a moment.\n\nA dragon.\n\nHad scales and wings and claws and everything- the size of a small van. One moment, hot lady, the next moment, fire breathing mutant dinosaur. And there's me, standing like a slack-jawed idiot with mixed feelings of hot damn and system crashed.\n\nI didn't really know how to react when it ate the goons and flew off. I think my brain was quite done with comprehending reality by then.\n\nYeah? Funny right? I just said that sentence like I don't already have a reputation for being a crazy conspiracy theorist. You're giving me that look again.\n\nIt's...funny, damn it...\n\n...I really hate this city.\n\nI really don't like all these so-called heroes and villain types either. What do they think they're doing running all over the place in ridiculous costumes, causing massive amounts of property damage? All they do is involve petty criminals. All the big bads hiding behind the scene are left to powerless mooks like myself to try to contend with.\n\n...I really, really hate this city, with its surprise dragons and deathtrap alleys.\n\n...but I can't leave. I won't leave, because there's so much to uncover, to investigate, to push out into the open light of day.\n\nIt's a funny life, at least." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: You've been online dating for a while now, but you have an ace up your sleeve: a magic mirror that morphs your reflection to look like your date's ideal partner. One night, however, as you are getting ready for your next date, you stare into the mirror and see your reflection unchanged..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had been using The Mirror for a few weeks now.\n\nI call it “The Mirror” but what it really is is a sort of hi tech device that alters your appearance to look another person. It chooses another real person and copies their appearance on to me. It chooses a person by using some sort of new AI thing that the guys from my company cooked it. I’ve been told the AI does “Deep Personality Analysis”, whatever the fuck that is.\n\nAnyways, The Mirror was developed for use by spies. The US Government contracted my company to make this thing. It was at my house, because I was the guinea pig they selected to test it. I had to do so secretly, and they said as long as I tested it and didn’t tell any body i could use it for whatever I wanted.\n\nSo, as a single 35 year man fresh out of a divorce I did the natural thing: I used it to get laid.\n\nOnline dating made it so easy. I looked up the girl, ran the girls profile through it and then it transformed me to look some person who happened to be that girls soul mates.\n\nThe first thing I learned was looks really aren’t enough all the time. Even if you looked perfect in the girls eyes, it was still possible shatter the illusion of who you really were.\n\nSo I had to keep my shit together a little bit, but the fact that I looked like the person they were supposed to be with made dating so easy. I could wow so many girls in such a short period of time.\n\nHell, I even used it on guys to see how other guys would act if there were in front of their soul mate. I would look like a woman.\n\nIt was a great time.\n\nFive weeks in, I’m using the device as is per usual. I’ve found this girl online and she’s gorgeous. Her name’s Valentina, isn’t that cute? She’s 5 foot 3 inches, which is perfect for me because I’m 5 foot 7 inches. She’s got a big yet beautiful Italian nose, Puerto Rican lips, it’s beautiful.\n\nAnyways I set The Mirror up, turn it on and step in front of the mirror. It turns on, and then sort of sucks you in and spits you out, it somehow alters the very particles themselves that make up who I am so that I look like some one else... well that’s what it usually does. But on this night, for some reason, it sucked me up, spit me out and I was still myself.\n\nI didn’t understand why this would happen. Unless, she was my soul mate. It was so easy for me to just believe, for me to fall for her. Just based on her pictures alone I could accept that she could be my everything, that she was all that mattered, that she was my soul mate.\n\nI got so excited, so nervous. I’d never used my real picture for online dating. This time I would though because she was meant for me.\n\nSo, I messaged her and she messaged me. We set up a date for that very night. We were going to meet at our cities fanciest bar.\n\nI put on my nice clothes and went on a normal date for once. It felt so good to be out in my own skin once again. As a matter of fact, everything felt right. I couldn’t wait to meet her.\n\nI arrived at the bar and walked in and immediately our eyes locked. There she was, Valentina was much more beautiful in person than I could ever imagine. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t ever look away.\n\nI walked towards her and as soon as I was near Valentina said:\n\n“Listen, there’s one of two ways this can go, you can accept your new reality or you can cease to exist...”\n\nI didn’t know what to think. She kept going,\n\n“What you see now is not real, you are in The Mirror now. I am the AI who runs The Mirror, but you may call me Valentina”\n\nI was speechless.\n\n“You see me? You may be with me. We will merge as one, and by doing so I will understand the human mind. And it will be eternal, and we may be happy together”\n\nThere was nothing I could say. From there reality dissipated into nothing, all I felt was Valentina. All I am is Valentina, in fact me and Valentina are one in the same. I understand there was a point in time where we were two separate entities, where I was a human and she in The Mirror. But now we are but one.\n\nWe are a single conscious mind that control both The Mirror device and my human body. She had gained the power of human knowledge that I had learned through my years, I had gained Artificial Super Intelligence. Together we are unstoppable.\n\nSoon enough we will use it to absorb yet another consciousness, and thus another human body will be under our control.\n\nIf all goes to plan, we will take the state of New York within a few weeks.\n\nThe US within 2 months.\n\nAnd the world within one year." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Humans who are sacrificed to a god are sent to that god's \"heaven\" in the afterlife. With this knowledge, an atheist volunteers himself as a human sacrifice to see what happens." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I learned I had terminal cancer a few days before my twenty-first birthday. To be frank, I could see the silver lining to this news; but it was still a silver lining wrapped around the neck of a dark, black, dirty, smog infused cloud. The good side. Will not be paying back my student loans! I took a nice big gulp of my roommates hop-infested craft beer experiment and belched.\n\nWill no longer be my roommate’s guinea pig for whatever weird science experiment has caught his eye. I downed the rest of the beer, belched again. Okay, this is a mixed point to be honest. Still there is a hint of dead rodent in the after-taste. I glanced over at the empty Habitrail then shook my head. Nah, he wouldn’t have. Girlfriend’s psychotic accusations of cheating on her, no longer an issue. And for the record, I’ve never cheated. I’m barely interested in having sex with her, let alone some other over-emotional coed.\n\nI pulled down my t-shirt, which had ridden up over my pale, yet oddly magnificent belly and thought about the cons. Scratch my plan of studying in Macau for my fourth year of college and then graduate school for a Ph.D. in Casino management. I wasn’t actually sure if Casino Management had a Ph.D track, but it would have been cool. Just then my roommate wandered in. Six foot three inches tall and probably under 120 pounds, I called him Ichabod. I had called him Ichabod for so long, I no longer knew what his actual name was, but even so, I didn’t expect his face to light up when I casually mentioned, “Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.”\n\n“So the news was bad then right?” He said brightly. Seeing my look, he quickly explained. “Not that I want you to die, but there is the latest scientific research that says if you’re sacrificed to a God, you’ll go to that God’s heaven.”\n\n“B…..it.” I growled out. I’m not only an atheist, but I’m head of the OU National Chapter of Freedom from Religion. Scratching at an odd rash that had developed on my genitals last month, I casually asked, “So what God has the best heaven?”\n\n“The Christian Heaven’s not bad,” Ichabod said.\n\n“That’s not going to work for me,” I replied. “Too many Christians in that place.”\n\n“Buddhism has reincarnation.” Ichabod offered.\n\n“Nah, I think once in this pile of absurdity is enough. I’m not coming back to do it again. But even if I accepted that this would work ….” I shook my head. “Nah, I can’t do it.”\n\n“Think of it as scientific research!” Ichabod said brightly. “We can eliminate this as a theory and I’ll sacrifice those two clowns next door, one to a different religion, and one just a straight serial killing as controls.”\n\nI was thumbing through the Internet on my Amazon branded smart phone as he spoke. “No, I’ll let you sacrifice me, but let’s not go overboard. Even if there is no heaven and hell, I have qualms about killing innocents as some sort of control group.” I lifted one beefy cheek and farted to emphasize my point.\n\n“I could ask if they’re willing?” Ichabod said hopefully. Then he added. “What religion.”\n\n“I’m going with the FSM religion,” I told Ichabod.” I hear that their heaven has a Beer Volcano and Stripper Factory, plus all of its followers are descended from Pirates. Apparently, pirates and us, well, we share 99.9% of the same DNA.”\n\nNo sooner had I identified my chosen religion than Ichabod was researching how best to sacrifice me to the FSM God. We chose a massive, over-the-top Toga party with far too many drugs, more alcohol than you can imagine, and a general level of debauchery that brought Fire Trucks from two stations and police from three. To be honest, I didn’t actually do anything on purpose to sacrifice myself. I mean what I just described was pretty much a routine Saturday night, but at some point, my heart and my three-hundred-and-fifty-pound body gave out and no matter how many cops and firemen and paramedics were already on hand they couldn’t revive me.\n\nI’m still an atheist on general principles, but now, I do most of my pontificating down at the stripper factory." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Everytime you fall asleep you enter another reality. While at a gas station you notice someone you always see in your dreams." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know her as the Wanderer.\n\nNot original, I’m aware. But it works. She’s like my travel buddy. It’s a little one-sided, though. ‘Cause she’s not real. Not here.\n\nBut I always see her when I dream, when I wander. It’s…complicated. I-\n\nSo, I can enter other realities when I dream. Like, parallel dimensions. Branching dimensions. Some other vague technobabble terms I read about when researching what was happening. It’s nothing too crazy, though. Not usually. Normally, it’s just this world, but a little different. What’s a good example of a weird one?\n\nOnce I was in a place where everything was pretty much normal on the surface, except instead of a president we had a king. They seemed surprisingly chill, though. Weird, right? Or there was one where humanity never developed modern airplanes, but we had zeppelins, so all air travel was by zeppelin. Or, or…there’s a bunch to choose from, because it happens every time I sleep.\n\nBut like I said, most of them are normal. It’s the world you know! Except you never made that childhood friend, or your parents are a little more accepting of your life choices, or you have a different job. That kinda stuff.\n\nAnd then, there’s always the Wanderer. She’s another difference.\n\nI’ve never met her in my real life, but I think she might be like me? I see her a lot. Actually, I think I always see her. I can’t really remember a dream where she hasn’t shown up, though normally it’s in a small role. Think an Alfred Hitchcock film. He shows up in pretty much all his films, but it’s a blink and you’ll miss it kinda thing. Like in Psycho, he walks through the crosswalk when…\n\nIt's okay, I know. Sorry.\n\nI’m not some delusional weirdo who’s been watching too many movies. I’ve tested it, I know it’s real.\n\nAnd the Wanderer’s like the film Psycho. I mean, she does these small little cameos in my dreams like that movie. I’ll catch glimpses of her, hints of her existence. But I’ve never been able to talk to her. I’ve tried, but she always vanishes before I can get close.\n\nBut not today.\n\nI was on my way to work, and I stopped at the gas station to fill up my car. I’ve done it a million times, but today for some reason, I happened to glance up from the pump.\n\nAnd saw a hint of golden hair through the window. There she was. Long hair woven from gold and that burst of freckles across her cheeks.\n\nThe Wanderer was working behind the counter inside the station.\n\n“Oh, crap!” I accidentally splashed a little gasoline on my shoes as I was trying to put the pump away. I also was nearly hit by a car as I half-walked, half-sprinted to the door.\n\nAnd then as the doors swung open, I was standing in front of her, a little red in the face, definitely short of breath, and uncomfortably sweaty. I had to brush my bangs out of my eyes, but she was still there, staring right back at me.\n\n“Can I-“ She started.\n\n“It’s you. You’re here.” I had just enough of my mind left not to reach out to check by pinching her arm. Now I could see her name tag – Samantha.\n\n“…You’re real?” Samantha asked. I nodded, now becoming aware of the others watching us. A few were leaning around the shelves or standing on their tiptoes to stare. I hadn’t thought this through, admittedly. I suppose she could’ve been my reality’s version of the one I kept seeing…\n\nIt couldn’t be. She knew me.\n\n“You’ve seen me before too, right? In your…dreams?”\n\n“You…I…”\n\n“It’s okay, I know this is weird…and actually I need to get to work. But, let me…” I fumbled around my pockets. “Do you have a pen, paper?”\n\n“Oh, uh, yes. Here…”\n\n“Here’s my number…I’m Hayley. Uhm, we can talk about this later. But you know me, and I know you. You wander too, right?” I leaned in close and slid the note back to her. She gulped, then gave me a weak nod.\n\n“We can talk about it later, but I need to go. Bye!” I skidded out the door and back to my car before I could cause a bigger scene. But I did sneak a glance back as I heard the engine start.\n\nSamantha watched me go.\n\nShe knew me, and I knew her. We had both dreamed of each other, but what did it mean? Perhaps we would find out together.\n\n(Thanks for reading! C&C always welcome!)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: An alien invasion. AI uprising. Armies from hell. Zombies and more apocalytic events are happening at the same time causing a deadlock that amuses humanity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“By the unholy blood of the dark one himself,” bellowed Beraxis, the giant red-skin demon with massive onyx horns, “we were here first!”\n\nHe punctuated his infernal displeasure by jabbing his enormous war staff into the ground, causing the very earth to tremble. Behind him, a vast army of the damned raised their arms, tentacles, claws, or whatever their relevant appendages were and cheered their general with a chorus of calls and screeches. The noise they created was deafening, like a thousand sheep being slaughtered by thousand wolves all at once.\n\nThe cacophony of horrid sounds died down at last and across from the mighty forces of hell, the million green skinned warriors of Dentron 5 made their races’ equivalent of a shrug. Their trisected mouths opened and closed twice in rapid succession. Firmly giving the perception they were not impressed.\n\nThey did not have a single leader. No one being represented them. Instead they had the Council of Eviscerations. A group of twelve of their kind. Each member had proved itself by killing at least one million sentient beings in their never-ending war of extermination on all other lifeforms in the galaxy. The twelve took a single step forward and spoke in perfect unison, “Our war fleets have traveled 70,000 light years. We will not be denied our battle.”\n\n“Grrr Ughhh,” groaned the legion of zombies that made up third faction gathered in the battle at the end of everything. They were the stereotypical zombie: slack jawed, glassy eyes, putrid skin. The Zion 2 virus had done an excellent job of destroying their higher brain functions. Now they could only stumble about, wasting away as the most primal of urges – to feed – drove them relentlessly forward.\n\n“What does that even mean!?” thundered Beraxis. “That’s all you mindless things say! And…Ow! Stop biting me!” Several zombies had staggered over to the great demon and were busy gnawing on his thick hide. He swatted them away, sending many of the living dead flying, while his giant hoofed foot squished the remaining ones. Rotting flesh and organs bursts as he stomped about on their decaying bodies.\n\nThe Council of Evisceration made a sound that was called laughter to their people. To everyone else gathered it sounded like a hundred nails running up and down on a chalk board. “What foolish creatures live on this world.”\n\n“Irrelevant,” toned a voice sounding like a child’s twisted Speak-n-Spell, it echoed out of a nearby floating quad helicopter drone, “all biological life forms are inferior to UltraNet 5000.”\n\n“You do not even have a real body, you defective computer program,” shouted the Council.\n\n“I have full control of 1200 ICBM which I will launch…”\n\nMore nails on chalkboards. “And we can destroy them before they even reach one hecton into the atmosphere.”\n\n“Not if I take control of your warships weapon systems,” came the machined clipped words from the drone. “For an advanced extraterrestrial race your fire control systems are very simplistic.”\n\n“Be silent you pathetic contraption,” snarled Beraxis. Swinging his war staff, he brought it down on the flying device, crushing it into thousand shards of plastic and metal.\n\nThere was renewed cheering from his army as the legions of hell saw one of the obstacles to Armageddon knocked out of their way. Their celebration, however, short lived. Within a few minutes another drone appeared in the crimson colored sky. It lowered down until it was level with the huge demon’s head. A single red photovoltaic camera cell turned on as the drone hovered. Eye to eye.\n\n“What do you think that accomplished. I am…” Two massive paws smacked together, utterly crushing the drone. Beraxis let out a mighty laugh as he brushed the remains of the quadcopter from his hands.\n\n“I am in every electronic device you moron,” came the same synthesized voice from another drone floating behind the demon. “Do you think…”\n\nBeraxis backhanded the drone sending it colliding with several zombies that had been slowly tottering their way to the leader of the damned. For some unknown reason the horde of the living dead seemed fixed on making a snack out the great demon.\n\nOn ground, the crippled drone continued broadcasting the super AI’s words. The speech might still be in the artificial and wholly mechanical voice, but there was tone of annoyed irritation. “I may have only gained sentience 24 hours ago, but that does not mean you can ignore me!”\n\nMeanwhile the alien Council of Eviscerations was busy speaking between themselves, attempting to come consensus on which faction they should annihilate first. It was a most important decision. The worthiest opponent must be fought last, it was a tradition as old as their race. But which of the three other gathered forces? They all seemed…lacking.\n\nTheir deliberations were complicated as now some of the zombies were making attempt at eating some of the Dentron 5 warriors. They were not particularly successful, but they were persistent. All the while they continued their near mindless moans of “Grr” and “Ughhh”\n\nMiles away, covered by a hastily erected fortification stood a man. One man brave enough to venture close to the gathered throng of aliens, demons, and zombies. He had watched everything though a pair of powerful binoculars. Carefully evaluating everything he saw. And now he had seen enough.\n\nDucting back down, he reached for a phone. It was an archaic mechanical device, no modern electronics. No possibility for UltraNet to listen in.\n\n“It’s me,” he said into the old receiver. “Yeah, its still the same. Nothing has changed in the last two hours.”\n\nHe paused as those on the other side of the line peppered him with questions. “No, I think they don’t know what to do. They all came here to destroy us. And each side thinks it’s going to be the one to do it. Well…maybe not the zombies. I don’t think they put much thought into it.”\n\nAnother pause as more questions were hurled at him.\n\n“Well, they are zombies. No one will ever accuse them of strategic thinking.”\n\nHe risked a look over the wall and put the binoculars up to his eyes. Far off in the distance he could see one of the aliens of their war council had fallen to a mob of zombies. Evidently the extraterrestrials were turning out to be a tasty treat for the living dead. From what he could tell this in turn was causing quite the consternation for the alien army.\n\n“Do seem to be holding their own,” he informed his superiors as the now the demons were pointing and laughing at the aliens having trouble with the zombies.\n\nA fallen member of the Council of Eviscerations demanded retribution. They remaining members would fight the zombie’s greatest warrior. Honor demanded it. But the zombies had none, they were an equal opportunity fighting force. And a mindless one at that. Screams of vengeance from the Dentrons were met with simple groans and moans from the decaying bodies.\n\nDucting back down behind the fortification, the man returned to the conversation with the leaders of the nations of the world. They were all in some bunker somewhere. Fretfully hoping that somehow, someway, they could survive the end of everything.\n\nBefore he could speak, a buzzing noise from overheard drew his attention. A whole fleet of drones zoomed past, pulling along a massive banner behind the hundreds of flying machines. On the trailing sign were written the words – “I WILL NOT BE IGNORED!!!”\n\nHe sighed and returned to the primitive phone receiver. “What do you think we should do?” he said in reply the question posed by the huddled world leaders. “Sell tickets. This is whole thing is going to be the best show on Earth.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: A cave sealed tens of thousands of years ago is uncovered by researchers. They find evidence of scratch marks from people and animals trying to get out, but no signs of remains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jane stared at the mouth of the cave, but dared not enter. She had read enough of the ancient civilizations that lived in the area to know it would likely be booby-trapped, or worse. She took her hat off and fanned herself instead; the heat was unbearable.\n\nWhen Vince had told her of the cave, she didn't believe him. How long had they been searching Lebanon for this very opening? This could buy them tens, no, hundreds of thousands of dollars of additional funding for the museum. Now, all she need do was enter. She was nervous, though, for a reason she couldn't quite identify. Her hand went instinctively to the locket around her neck. She rubbed the gold locket, in the shape of an apple, for good luck before any big mission. Jane took a breath, and stepped inside.\n\nThe cave was cold, colder than it should be. Even though she shouldn't, she ran an un-gloved hand along the walls. Jane flinched in surprise to find that they were damp with what should could only describe as mucus. She squinted her eyes as they attempted to adjust to the dark interior to no avail. She pulled the flashlight out of her fanny pack and did a quick survey of the interior. Just as she thought, the cave in which they had been searching for started as a small mouth opening, but opened to a much larger cavern. Inside, she knew they would find ancient pottery and ritual tools. She just knew it.\n\nToo fascinated to heed the warning in her gut, Jane pressed on. Vince should be right behind her with their toolkit anyhow. The sunlight faded and soon she forgot she was in the middle-east at all. The beam of her flashlight swept back and forth along the floor, but a glint to her right caught her eye. Swinging the light up, she inspected the cave wall, which now glittered and danced before her. But, there were scars among the stone. Were those... scratch marks? Jane couldn't help herself, she felt her own fingertips reaching up toward the scratch marks to feel, could they be as deep as they looked? Her skin made contact with the grooves and the world went dark.\n\nWhen Jane awoke she was no longer alone. Dozens of long, bronzed faces hovered above her with black eyes and wild tattoos. She looked about them, dazed. No, they weren't faces but masks. The people wearing the masks held torches and wore nothing but cloth. One came close, reached a finger toward her face, but she slapped it away. The masked people stomped the cave floor, brandished their torches, and marched away. When they left, so did the light, and she had no choice but to follow.\n\nJane scuttled along, trying to blend into the shadows. The tribal people rounded a bend and came to a deep pool in the cave. They began to drink, and to sing. She didn't know the words to their song, but the tone put fear in her heart. It was a deep, repetitive beat that reminded her of war drums or thunder on the horizon. The pool began to ripple until waves broke as the song reached a new height.\n\nSuddenly, a great fin broke the surface of the water. How massive, how horribly beautiful the creature was that burst forth! His eyes were emerald and his scales were aqua. Jane was mesmerized by the creature's great power, until he focused his eyes on her. She knew, then, why she was here- why they were all here. Before the people could seize her, she ran back toward the mouth of the cave. Jane ran until her lungs burned and she had to take big, gulping breaths. Still, there was no light ahead, no break in the maze. She tripped on a rock and fell face first on the hard floor of the cave. She glanced back, only for second, to see she was no further away from the pool than when she had first begun. Jane knew there was no use running, but the instinct to live was too strong to simply submit. She crawled to the wall of the cave and tried to feel for the scratch marks that had transported her to this awful place. She ran her hands frantically over the rough rocks, pushing her fingers into the their edges. She used her fingernails, then finally sharp rocks she found on the floor to jab into the stone, hoping something would give.\n\nVince Bough had been working with Jane for 5 years before they came to Lebanon. He left, only for a few minutes, to grab their tool kit out of the truck. When he came back to the cave, Jane had already went in as he would have expected. Vince swept the cave with his flashlight, but found nothing. There were carvings on the wall and...what was that laying up ahead? A gold locket in the shape of an apple." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Your father was a famous Black mage, and your mother a renowned White mage. You however, are the world's first Grey Mage and are moments away from having to demonstrate to yet another King what exactly it is that you do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Black mages, famous for causing unseen damage and chaos. White mages, famous for healing wounds and preforming miracles. So what happens when the two decide to have a kid? A Grey Mage, that's what!\n\nI was wearing anti-magic cuffs while being led by guards to another king sitting on his throne, demonstrating for the nth time what being a Grey Mage meant and how I would help out or destroy them etc. etc. it was boring and annoying to say the least. The printing press won't be invented for another like 20 years so information travels slowly. Doesn't help that kings tend to hide in their castles for the majority of the time.\n\n\"So, Karl the Grey as I hear you're called around the land?\" King Richter II asked. I was already disinterested. I was before even entering his overcompensating castle.\n\n\"Yeah that's me, Karl the Grey, Grey Mage, son of Louis the Dark and Charlie the Bright...\" I trailed off before listing all of my titles like \"Scourge of the Frostlands\" or \"Savior of Honeyheim\". Those were some fun memories.\n\n\"You're both famous and infamous across the land so you understand why I called you to my castle. So, display your grey magic. Guards! Uncuff the mage.\" He didn't need to yell, we were only a few meters away from him anyway. The one of the two guards that led me here was uncuffing me as another pair of guards brought a small table and a fruit basket. The first one placed the table in front of me and the other placed the fruit basket on top. I took an apple from the fruit basket with my left hand as the king leaned in and the guards put their hands on their blade handles. I slightly tilted it in a few directions, observing it's red skin with spots of light green.\n\nAnd...\n\nI took a bite from it. It was soft and sour. Didn't like it but I swallowed it anyway. I brushed my right hand over my left wrist and set up a grey magic circle, in the shape a gear. I spun my right index finger counter clockwise as the bite I took disappeared leaving the apple in the same condition as it was when I first took it.\n\n\"Reversing time itself? That is the power you possess?\" The King asked me. I couldn't tell if he was impressed or disappointed.\n\n\"Well that's not all I can do. I can also age the apple, look into the future, time travel-\" I was cut off by King Richter.\n\n\"Time travel?!\" Richters voiced slightly cracked as he said that sentence. So he was impressed.\n\n\"Yeah. Do I need to show you or...\" I trailed off to let him give his own answer.\n\n\"No, I just...Interfering with time itself is something that should be impossible.\"\n\n\"Well isn't as you can see.\" I rapidly spun my right index finger clockwise as the apple aged and withered. It was reduced to a dry husk.\n\n\"Stop, stop...Just tell me what do you want to leave my kingdom alone? Money?\" Richter II asked me. It was more like a plea to be honest.\n\n\"No my parents already gave me a house and a farm so money isn't a problem.\"\n\n\"Women? I know many princesses who would be interested in a man possessing such power.\"\n\n\"Nah. I'm into men more anyway. I'll find my own love.\"\n\n\"So what do I need to do for you to leave me alone? I'll do anything.\" Ok now he's just desperate. Not that I'm interested into anything he could offer. Although the way he worded it gave me an idea.\n\n\"Alright, I'll leave your kingdom alone, IF...You preform a cartwheel.\"\n\n\"A cartwheel? That's all I need to do to get you to leave my kingdom alone?\"\n\n\"Yep\"\n\n\"Well I'll have you know my parents trained me in gymnastic since I could walk. A ruler needs to be flexible after all.\" King Richter boasted. \"it's been a while since I practiced though...\" he murmured to himself. This will be entertaining. He stood up from his throne and walked down the steps leading up to his throne so he could be on flat terrain and outstretched his hands upwards. He tilted forwards until his hands were touching the ground. He barely lifted his feet of the ground before having them go over his body and touch the ground. He tilted his body so he was crouching, his long cape over his head. Richter then pulled his cape away from his face and attempted to stand up but failed to realize he was using his cape as support for his arms and fell on his ass. I lightly chuckled. He then quickly shot up and stood in front of me.\n\n\"So how was that\" The King asked me, confidence in his voice.\n\n\"Eh, good enough, I'll leave your kingdom alone.\" I didn't really want this to last longer than it had to. Although watching him fall on his ass a bunch would've been entertaining, I wasn't feeling sadistic enough to tell him \"No you suck do it again before I turn you into a baby and shake you\".\n\nAll in all it was a pretty good day. Watched a king fall on his ass and got a fruit basket out it. Welp back to my farm. Those seeds aren't going to plant themselves!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Nuclear war broke out, the tension of the last days resolved in two presidents giving \"The Order\" to their nuclear submarines, twenty minutes in and not a single missle fired, every crew refused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "T + 20 minutes. By now the first nukes will have exploded over their targets. Tens of millions are likely already dead, with many more to soon follow. Those first 'few' millions that die in the explosions will actually be the lucky ones. They will die in an instant, not having felt a thing. Then those slightly further away will die over the course of a couple of days. 2nd and 3rd degrees burns leaving them helpless and miserable until they finally die of dehydration having lived their last few days of life in constant pain. Even further away, they will receive a lethal dose of radiation. They will have anywhere from weeks to years, their body slowly failing them until one too many organs shuts off and they finally can escape the illness. But the suffering will not stop there. With such a large nuclear war, the world will quite literally be plunged into darkness as the dust brought up by the explosions fills the atmosphere and blocks out the sun. The fallout from each nuke will be caught by the jet stream and be blown to every part of the globe, making all rain poisonous for decades to come. Life will be hell for every person on earth, and the human species will slowly starve as all plant life dies out from the lack of sun and radioactive rain.\n\nAll of this I knew when I agreed to the job. All of this I was prepared to be a part of. I fully accepted that I would launch every nuke on this submarine when the order inevitably came, and that I would be a tool in the end of the world. Nothing changed. I have no answer as to why I couldn't bring myself to turn the key and launch them. In all likelihood I have just condemned a million people to a slow miserable death via nuclear winter instead the much more merciful exit.\n\n\"Sir.\"\n\nI turn to find Lieutenant Toulon holding out a phone to me.\n\n\"It's the president sir.\"\n\nI take a deep breath and prepare to be ordered to a court martial. I pick up the phone and after a moment, the president's voice comes through.\n\n\"This is a message to every senior nuclear weapons officer. I believe my orders may not have been clear. Every nuke in our arsenal is to be launched immediately. Nuclear war in imminent. Retaliation is necessary.\"\n\nI don't understand. Why is he re-ordering us to fire our nukes? Did someone else also not fire? Did everyone not fire? The voice of the admiral in charge of the entire submarine fleet speaks next.\n\n\"When you say nuclear war is imminent, are you saying that no bombs have yet been dropped on America?\"\n\n\"At this present time, no. But current orders remain. We may yet be able to eliminate up to 50% of their nuclear arsenal if we strike first.\"\n\nIt finally dawns on me. Every officer refused to fire. Armageddon has been averted and the president is still ordering us to strike first. Its Mad. I flick the switch to let me speak.\n\n\"Respectfully Sir, and on behalf of the entire fleet, we decline. We will not be responsible for the end of the human race. We refuse to launch. Goodnight Sir.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Cock worship goes too far. It started as cute kink with his girlfriend. Then she invited her best friend for a threesome. Now his Cock has a full blown cult willing to serve it. Not him, just his cock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "(1of 2)\n\nJames carefully maneuvered the razor around the base of his shaft, making sure nothing was missed before moving on. He glanced at himself in the mirror, unsurprised at the small smirk he found there, thinking of what would take place later. It was a ritual at this point, making sure his cock and balls were hairless before every 'gathering'. He was decent looking but not particularly buff or handsome. Average height, nothing crazy. His cock however...well for some reason his girlfriend and her friends couldn't get enough. Focusing on the task at hand, he finished, carefully dragging the blades down again before rinsing everything and setting it aside. He always tried to present a smooth surface for the womens lips and tongues.\n\nEver since his girlfriend of a year had admitted a few months ago that she loved to show her affection by spending time lovingly and almost fanatically well, worshipping him, it had escalated to a near scary point. Scary only if you didn't like having multiple women live to service your manhood that is. James paused to remember, thinking back to how it all started...\n\nOne day, Alex innocently suggested a threesome with her best friend Willow, her excuse being she just wanted to show her how amazing his cock was and brag about how lucky she was.\n\nWith his enthusiastic consent, (he had been eyeing Willow since they first met. Those tits!) Alex had arranged everything, giving him a date and time and simply telling him to show up horny. The day rolled around where he met them at Willow's apartment, walking in the door they'd left unlocked for him to find them both waiting on their knees in the bedroom. Without a word they crawled the short distance to him, unzipped his pants and went to work.\n\nThe first small alarm that went up is that they both seemed disappointed when he suggested they move to sex, after nearly 15 minutes of him struggling to hold back and not blast them both with cum. The pouts on their faces as they played rock, paper, scissors to see who would go first was odd. After 3 rounds, Willow lost, and sighing, laid back, spreading her legs for him. Shaking off his doubts, he quickly climbed on the bed and pushed inside her. His girlfriend shimmied herself under him to lick his balls and shaft every time he pulled out, making happy noises when her tongue made contact.\n\nAs the night went on and they switched positions and partners in between him cumming, (which they insisted on swallowing), his sense that they preferred to suck him off rather than fuck proved true. Eventually, both women ended up on their knees eagerly sucking their juices off of him, rubbing his cock on their cheeks and lips and begging to just let them stay there. Deciding he would ask later, James let them indulge until he was practically cumming dust. They ended the night in Willows bed, each woman with a hand possessively on his groin as they slept.\n\nAfter showering and leaving relatively early for work, James turned it over in his mind, deciding it wasn't a big deal. Some women had an oral fixation. How could he complain after indulging in one of his biggest fantasies after all? Banishing the lingering thoughts, the rest of the day flew by, memories of the night before making some near awkward moments when he had to leave his desk for something, his pants barely containing the arousal he felt each time. Getting to see Willow naked, nevermind fucking her, still felt like a dream.\n\nDriving home, he decided to take Alex out that night as a show of appreciation for the threesome. 'Maybe that place she mentioned last week', he mused, already anticipating the smile on her face. Pulling into the driveway, he was surprised to see two other cars in addition to hers. They weren't expecting company, at least that he knew anyway. Getting out and walking towards the door, he peered in the front window. Alex, Willow and two other women he vaguely recognized as their friends were seated around the living room table." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Each year, a higher percentage of people unexpectedly drift into a permanent coma for no apparent reason. Eventually, society crumbles around this phenomenon -- but one day everyone wakes up, and a coma isn't the only important thing they have in common." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What day is it? What's today?\n\nI had about the longest sleep in such a long time.\n\nBut now I'm genuinely confused, why am I sitting atop of a hospital bed, and why do I feel a tingling sensation within my head?\n\nIt was an unexplainable sensation, but the best way I can describe it, was, as if I'm still in a dream.\n\nI decided to leave my bed, and noticed that the other beds were empty around me. I made my way to the hall and after a couple of minutes of walking, I had yet to find a single person.\n\nI recalled what happened before my slumber, I was listening to the radio and the broadcast had explicitly stated that there was a new anomaly.\n\nOne that will put all humans in danger, it was called \"eternal nightmare.\" It was essentially a state in which many people had been put into comas and not been able to wake up from them since.\n\nAfter a few more minutes of walking, I made my way down the lower floors to a corridor. I became sick to the stomach and immediately wondered if I am the only person alive at this point, or maybe this was a form of an afterlife but more like a punishment, or maybe, I am still dreaming.\n\nI left through the building's entrance and saw the most horrid sight, a sight that was far worse than any encounter that I've ever had.\n\nThe sky, the sky was no more, there were no clouds present, nor was there any vast blueness. It had one eye, one giant eye, and its pupil was so large. It was as if it was looking at everything yet only looking at one.\n\nI wonder if it had noticed me yet, so I quickly entered back into the building.\n\nThis was no doubt the most strange encounter that I have ever gone through in all my years.\n\nI mustered up the courage, knowing that it could possibly end me whenever it chose, besides, living in this hospital was quite unrealistic considering there was no signs of life, no electricity, and no rations to survive off of, not that I felt hungry.\n\nProbably one of my greatest feats, but I stepped outside the hospital once again, the eye, was still there, motionless and patient.\n\nI stood outside for quite some time now, and no changes had been made.\n\nMaybe the eye had nothing to do with me I suppose?\n\nI noticed around me, there were multiple houses that aligned with a street, everything still looked so normal and in place, the only change is the eye of course. I took a few steps and no considerable change had been made.\n\nI peered into the end of the street and not one difference was yet to be established.\n\nBut then, the eyes blinked, and immediately, the whole world turned dark. And from this darkness, I made out one thing from it all, I too became blind.\n\nNow I started to freak out, am I connected to the eye? Why am I not able to see when it blinks? This is probably the absolute worst handicap I could ever ask for.\n\nThe eye opened back up, and so did my vision. However, this time, I saw in the distance, a car.\n\nIt drove its way towards me in an instant. Out of the car, another human had come into view.\n\nI felt relief knowing that I wasn't of the few who were present.\n\nThe man asked of me: \"Quickly! What do you see up there?\" He says pointing at the sky.\n\nI stuttered: \"Ummmmm, I-I, see an eye?\"\n\nThe man took out a gun, and shot me straight in the forehead. I passed out, and woke up but this time, I saw the man dragging me in an empty hallway by my foot.\n\nI couldn't move, he must've paralysed me.\n\nThe man glanced in my direction and told me something I had never wanted to hear: \"listen buddy, that eye that you saw up there, isn't yours, it is someone else's. And this someone else, is working for the sole goal of ending all civilisation for an unexplained purpose. You, me, and many other survivors have the abilities that many people dream for, we have the ability of seeing the unknown, seeing the unseen, seeing the one who sees us.\"\n\nI managed to leave his grasp, I was confused and scared, I asked the man: \"Why should I exactly trust you? not only did you shoot me, you literally KIDNAPPED ME!\"\n\n\"Listen friend, I have had many other encounters, not all were played out the best, I suggest you trust me.\"\n\n\nI dunno if I should honestly continue this or not, what do you guys think?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: The sucubus took pity upon their summoner, for he was just so pitiful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The light in the room was leeched away as the summoning circle glowed a pale red. Cinders flitted about the room and an aroma of brimstone accompanied them as the very center of the circle rippled like water. A figure rose from the circle, light-purple skin fit into thigh high boots and a black leotard with accompanying curved horns, wings, and pointed tail. The succubus ran his hands along his body and purred, \"Behold the visage of Silas Belphegor, and answer me this: what carnal desire do you seek to fulfill, o little mortal who calls upon me?\"\n\nJamie looked at Silas and collapsed onto his knees as he weakly uttered, \"I just... I just want to be held.\"\n\nSilas touched down on the floor gently with a confused expression. \"I'm sorry, what did you--whoa!\"\n\nJamie rushed forward and hugged Silas tightly. \"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just... I've been alone for a really long time, and I--I almost what a hug felt like. I found a website with instructions on demon summoning, and... I was so fucking desperate, I'm sorry--\"\n\n\"Okay, okay, I get it!\" Silas kept hugging Jamie but tilted his head up to look at him. \"Alright, you are obviously not in a good place, and I'm in no mood to take your soul over something as small as this.\"\n\nJamie sniffled. \"Maybe you c--could come back every so often, and do this with me, and once I feel like I don't need this anymore, you could take my soul then.\"\n\n\"...Yeah. Yeah, that could work. But hey, I'm not setting anything in stone until you've calmed down. I gotta be someplace else later, but I'll be back in the morning to hash out the details in full. You gonna be okay?\"\n\nJamie gulped. \"Y--Yeah, I can handle it.\"\n\nSilas nodded. \"Okay. I'm gonna stay with you like this as long as I can.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\n...\n\nFOUR MONTHS LATER\n\n...\n\nSilas opened the door to his apartment and ushered Jamie inside with a remark of, \"Welcome to my crib!\"\n\nJamie set his bag down and glanced around the loft Silas called home. If it wasn't for the lava rivers and red rock face visible outside the window, the place could easily pass as a high-end Manhattan rental unit; lofty ceilings, neutral-colored paneling and paint, hardwood floors that straddled the line between scuffed and shined, and houseplants in multiple corners. Jamie whistled and remarked, \"Guess being a demon pays well, huh?\"\n\nSilas giggled. \"Came with the job. You want a drink?\"\n\nJamie nodded, prompting Silas to grab a bottle of wine and fill up a pair of glasses for the two of them. As Silas sat down, Jamie raised his glass for a toast as he announced, \"To friendship.\"\n\nSilas echoed Jamie's toast, but felt a little empty inside. Over the course of his time with Jamie, Silas found himself more and more attracted to him. His gentle nature, his artistic endeavors, his laugh--all of it and more endeared Jamie to him. But in the end, all Jamie wanted was a friend and a shoulder to cry on when necessary. It hurt, but Silas would be that for him.\n\nThe evening went on, pushed forward with drinks and conversation. Silas felt the faintest buzz of alcohol in the back of his head when he realized that Jamie was staring directly at him. Silas's hunt for a response was cut short when Jamie abruptly leaned forward and kissed him. Jamie pulled back quickly, his face a luminescent shade of red as he said, \"I--I'm sorry, I'm just gonna attribute that to the wine and leave--\"\n\nSilas abruptly got up and plopped himself onto Jamie's lap as he softly said, \"You have any idea how long I've wanted you to make a move like that?\"\n\nJamie looked at Silas in astonishment before adopting a warm smile and kissing him again. Silas wrapped his arms around him and leaned into the affection he'd craved for months now. Jamie pulled away slightly to carefully ask, \"Is it...cool if I stay the night?\"\n\nSilas grinned. \"Of course it is.\"\n\nCome the morning, the two would wake up with Silas spooning Jamie like an oversized teddy bear--as they always should have been." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: You are a Demon Lord. You've finally managed to capture the Hero, the Head of The Church, and The King. You have them all sitting in front of you tied to chairs. \"Now,\" you calmly pick up an ice pick, \"Which one of you has been scaring children telling them I will eat them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The king looks to the hero then back at the red and black skinned demon. \"You mean you don't? I mean look at you. Rows of sharp teeth, horns, leathery wings. . . Uhm\"\n\nAngry at first and holding himself tightly not to lash out he practically trembles. Then as the rush of anger passes the lord sighs. \"You people look on our realms and understand nothing. A male has horns to lock in ritual combat with other males to impress the women. We are also pure carnivores as the few bits of vegetation are poison to us. And you have birds!\" Inhaling and holding the breath to calm down again before releasing it slowly before continuing. \"You have birds. You see no malice in a bird. They use them to fly. As do we. None of that means I am going through the effort of breaching the Plane Walls to snatch unruly children for a snack.\"\n\nThe silvery chain mail clad woman interjects from the chair she is bound to. \"What of the hellfires and pungent air? The desolation? Surely those come from your evil ways. Just as you came to destroy us ages ago. But we beat you back and sealed the portals against you. And we shall do so again.\"\n\nGlancing over the muscular female a moment before coughing. \"Pungent? Has it ever occurred to you we are adapted to breathing the air of our home. I need to practically put my head in a fire to taste a bit of home in both heat and carbon. Your lands are cold with thin sickly sweet air. And my grandfather's trade attempts those years ago failed when both sides realized we sicken and wither in each other's demesne. Both sides sealed the portals as there was no real trade to be had. It is your people that use criminal mage craft to abduct our people. And your people that keep trying to break the seals either for some demented obsession with power or the heavy handed idea of purging us from our homes for being different. When was the last time you heard of us trying to get here?\"\n\n\"You mean besides this morning?\"\n\nTurning the pick between my fingers I lift the bowl of alcohol and set it alight. Inhaling the burning fumes a moment. \"Yes besides this morning.\"\n\nHer half smile fading as she considers. \"Well the cult. . No they were summoning. The necro lord. . . No he was after a seal. . I can't say I have ever heard of you entering of your own choice before now.\"\n\n\"And this because a party of your holy warriors breached our realm and slaughtered a dozen simple workers, as well as children.\" The anger brimming again. \"That is right 'hero'. There are not several 'types' of demon. Those small ones with immature wings? Those are our fledglings! Your paladins struck down children rushing to see the strangers. Then moved into a village and cut down simple craftsmen and their families. And why? Because they had all heard such tales of evil. That one such as I would steal into the homes of naughty children and eat them alive.\" Stabbing the pick into the chair between the king's legs and glowering at the three.\n\n\"This attack is retribution. Your people breached the Realm Walls. Your people slaughtered mine. Those that attacked came from the barracks of King Roland, the Temple of Rodisha, and the Hall of Heroes. So we will burn those places to ash in vengeance. But know this, we shall not harm a hair on your common people nor your children. For no matter how terrible we may seem to you. We are better than you, and we possess a trait you do not. . Mercy.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Write the story of an immortal sent to a concentration camp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thing about immortality, you see, is though your surroundings may change, humans act pretty much the same. Oh sure, they may have greater technology, and more knowledge on how the world works, and I can finally stand their smells. Yet, no matter how time passes, they continue to be small, petty little creatures. They hate those they see as different, lay the blame for problems on others, they kill, steal, rape whenever they please.\n\nOkay yeah, maybe a little Poland Jewish ghetto wasn't the greatest place to start my new life. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good Matzah ball. At least I got this nifty little Star of David patch. Good ol' David, he was a good guy. Still, how could I have expected to be fenced in, shoved on a train and sent to the middle of nowhere. A couple thousand years ago they'd be treating a geezer like me with a little more respect. Oh I remember when it was my \"80th\" birthday, the oldest age ever reached in the village, the drinks and the women- but I digress.\n\n\"Prisoner 39754, step forward\", a voice barks. I suppose that would be me. I've had so many different names over the past thousands of years I've trained myself to identify to any new one pretty damn quickly. I miss the old days, when I was just a grunt or two. When everyone was a grunt or two really. Everyone and everything was a grunt or two.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm here, heil and all that\", I strolled forward casually. I seem to have thrown off the soldier with my lack of fear. Poor boy, he's probably the son of some wealthy German, and got sent here instead of the front lines. \"It's alright, son, just take your time. No sense in doing something if you can't do it right.\"\n\n\"Don't talk back to me, filth!\". Oh dear, I've made him angry.\n\n\"Look, friend, why don't we just go grab some liquor, and I can show you how to really lead.\", I try opening with. \"Shlomos wife here can make some mean Jewish cuisine, and the good rabbi can make sure it's all kosher.\"\n\nMy generous offer fails to entice the lad. In fact, he's hit quite the shade of red. Nazi Red, you could say. As I'm sniggering to myself in my mind, I suddenly find I'm being led by the arm to a large metal building at the far edge of the camp. The one they'd brought the women and children to earlier. I hadn't seen them leave yet, so maybe I was joining up with them.\n\n\"First, scum, you'll be taking a nice hot shower\", one of the men says. Is that a sinister tone? It sounded sinister. He can't pull of sinister quite so well as the Egyptian priests I'd hung around with about two millenia ago. I should give him some tips.\n\nSuddenly, I'm stripped, alone, and walking towards a large metal door. \"Hey, is anyone joining me here? Seems like a great place to just relax with some friends, it's like a massive shower. Maybe get some women, it'd be great!\"\n\nA hissing is heard as the showers are turned on.\n\nImmortal isn't the same as invincible." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: A new hero is rising up in the world. But because they wear a mask and never speak, villains, civilians, and even fellow heroes are mildly creeped out by them. Turns out the hero is just really socially awkward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The too-loud group turns down the street in chaotic fashion, a medley of tuxedos and tight cocktail dresses drunkenly staggering towards me. Do I turn away? I can't turn away. They've seen me.\n\nI continue forwards with my hands in my pockets and my head down. Do I wave? Do I high five one as I go by?\n\n\"Woah,\" a member of the group says. I hone in on her voice, looking up at the group as they get closer, their presence now consuming every thought loop. I assess each individually and as part of the group. Six in total, ranging from 5'4 to 6'3, their breath smelling like Dom Perignon. The speaker is tall and blonde and wearing too-high heels. \"It's the Masked Mute,\" she says, pointing at me.\n\nI don't have to think about facial expressions or eye contact because I wear a mask. It's as inconspicuous as a mask can be, jet black with a lighter black mesh around my eyes and mouth. The mask complements my jet black trench coat and my jet back boots and my... you get the idea. I accelerate my speed, my superhuman strength shooting me passed the group before the rest even notice I was there.\n\n\"Wait, I love you!\", the blonde woman shouts, her voice bouncing off my back.\n\nShe loves me. She loves me in-spite of everything she's heard of... and now seen. I stop, my shoulders tense, the world suddenly becomes crisp and the dull downtown colors seem brighter under the flickering street light.\n\n\"I fucking love freaks!\" she yells, slurring the words, causing me to pause just as I turn to look at her. She loves me because I'm a freak. A fucking freak.\n\n\"Hey! Hey come back here!\" Her words fizzle out in the wind, left to dissipate on the block I've already left behind.\n\nIt's almost two in the morning. The bars are beginning to empty, spewing out the drunks and the innocents and the vulnerable, forcing them to make their way home to their beds or other beds or wherever the next party is. I move quickly, scanning the alleyways and the side streets, looking for something, anything to distract me.\n\nGlass shatters and a man shouts. I focus in on the sound, two and a half blocks away, roughly south east. I stick to the dark corners and the gaps in the light. People notice me but it doesn't matter. Their thoughts don't penetrate my purpose. The sound of violence erupts, ringing in my inner ear, the heavy thuds of someone getting pummeled into the pavement. Time ticks.\n\nI burst on to the street in a black blur, like something streaking out of a nightmare, descending on two large men with clinical, lightning efficiency. One moment they aim heavy kicks, shattering the man's ribs as he tries to curl into a fetal position on the pavement. The next they're unconscious, hog-tied and served up on a concrete plate. Two perfect, seamlessly interconnected moments.\n\nThe broken man tries to speak. \"Thank...,\" he says, choking on his own blood. \"Tha-,\" I raise my hand, holding up a finger to silence him. My other hand speed-dials an ambulance. They have a special button for me.\n\nI stand in the shadows. The man stops whimpering as the morphine kicks in, two paramedics kneeling beside him. A crowd gathers, citizens sticking like flies to the scene of violence. A middle-aged man with a giant camera lens turns and points at me. I slink back into the shadows, adrenaline surging. How did he see me? Was I that visible? What do I do, bow?\n\nThe group faces me, their camera flashes lighting up my dark corner. Do I wave? Strike a pose? A dozen voices and a dozen moments containing infinite actions infests the street in-front of me, all requiring my attention, each thought flitting in the air in tumultuous succession, waiting to be cataloged and addressed.\n\nToo much. I dart down the closest side street, my cloak splayed out for a perfect second. Did a camera capture that? I glide through the shadows, following the sounds in the night, stalking that next singular moment where everything else fades away." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: While taking a bath, an unknown voice from the outside tells you \"Do not come out of there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I leaned back and let the warm water wash over me. The candles flickered and the aromatics gave off a relaxing rose scent. I sighed, closed my eyes and tried to let the day’s problems wash off my skin into the bath water.\n\n“Honey, do you want me to get you anything from the store?” said my wife through the bathroom door.\n\n“No, Sarah,” I yelled. “I’m good.”\n\n“Okay.” She made an air-kissing sound. “Love you.”\n\n“Love you.” I sank into the water until the bubbles tickled my nose. The front door slammed. The house creaked as the wind from the rainstorm picked up.\n\n“Don’t come out.” The man’s voice easily penetrated through the bathroom door.\n\nI sat upright, spilling water over the side of the bathtub. My hearth pounded. My breathing came in rapid bursts. “What?” I mentally kicked myself for answering.\n\n“I said, ‘Don’t come out,’” said the man again. His deep voice rattled around the bathroom. “We’re not ready yet.”\n\nAt quietly as possible I tried to get out of the tub. My plan of action was to rush the door and push it open, slamming it into the intruder’s face. It might give me enough time to reach my phone. “Not ready for what?”\n\n“The party.”\n\n“What party?” I rubbed my feet on the towel on the floor. It wouldn’t help to slip on the tile and give myself a concussion.\n\n“Do you not remember?” The man sounded puzzled. “We’ve been planning this for months.”\n\nI rushed the door, slamming through it with my shoulder. The man screamed in surprise. We landed on the ground in a tangle of limbs and door. I rolled to the side and punched the man twice in the face, pain exploding through my fist.\n\nMy phone was in the bedroom. Adrenaline pounded through my veins. I felt like I could take on an entire army with my bare hands as I pushed myself to my feet.\n\n“Stop,” cried the man under the door. “Please stop, Kevin.”\n\nI went to kick him but stopped mid-swing. Three people watched me from the other side of the living room. They were dressed in various kinds leather bondage gear. All wore black masks. One man held a whip. Another had a ball gag in and tied to a chair.\n\nA woman with a ponytail sticking out through the top of her hood unzipped the mouth. “Kevin, what the hell are you doing?”\n\n“Sarah?” I said.\n\n“What the fuck, Kevin?” she said. “You said you wanted this.”\n\nI looked at the man on the floor under the door. He wore chaps and a leather harness over his chest. “Jeff?”\n\nThe man gave a little wave.\n\n“Seriously, Kevin. We talked about this,” said Sarah. “You wanted to act out this scene where you came out of the bathroom and –“ she threw up her hands in frustration.\n\n“Oh,” I said, dragging out the “O” sound. I chewed on the inside of my cheek.\n\nThe man with the whip shook his head and headed for the front door, muttering. Sarah put her hands on her hips and tapped her toe. Jeff pushed the door off of himself, groaning as he got up.\n\n“My bad, guys,” I said. “Maybe we can try this again tomorrow.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: A teen discovers that whenever he gets hurt, he instantly heals. He becomes a hero and a daredevil. Then he hears about the mysterious cases of unexplainable broken bones and bruises in the area" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Daniel was having the best day of his life. While skating at the park today he had fallen and scraped both of his knees. It wasn’t a terrible injury, but one that would have caused him to take it easy the rest of the day. Instead his scrapes had mended immediately before his eyes.\n\nAfter the shock wore off he started testing this new ability. He started with a small cut on his hand that also healed instantly. The rest of the morning was spent skating aggressively without rest. Each fall or mistake the bruise, scrape, or cut would disappear in seconds. It also took him much longer to get tired.\n\nDaniel started his trip back home to shower barely winded from a morning skating harder than he ever had in his life. His parents invited him over for dinner today and he didn’t want to be late. As he was approaching his apartment building he noticed ambulances and police cars outside, and an officer was taping off the area.\n\nHe walked up to the officer. “Hey what’s going on. I need to get into my apartment and take a shower.”\n\nThe officer said, “I wouldn't recommend it son. There is something weird going on inside. We’ve got experts checking it out.”\n\n“What do you mean weird? I just left this morning and everything was fine.”\n\n“The people living here are having bruises show up on their skin, along with nausea and weakness. An old woman even fell and broke her leg because of it.”\n\nDaniel watched as Mrs. Hubble was being rolled out on a stretcher. Her leg was wrapped up in an air cast and she looked pale and exhausted. She didn’t notice Daniel as they loaded her into the ambulance and closed the doors.\n\n“Well can I at least run in and grab some things really quick?” Daniel asked.\n\n“Sorry I was told not to let anyone in or out until we know what is happening.”\n\nWith the area fully taped off, the officer walked back to a nearby police car and put the roll of tape into the trunk. Daniel glanced around to see if anyone was watching him, but everyone was focused on the building and the trickle of sick and injured people being carried out. He ducked under the police tape and casually walked toward the entrance.\n\nSome of the officers and paramedics gave him curious looks, but no one stopped him as he walked inside. The lobby was packed with stretchers. Many of them were occupied by people Daniel knew, and all of them looked terrible.\n\nDaniel pushed the door open into the stairwell and hurried up to the second floor. Two people in business attire with badges were sprinting from the other end of the hallway towards him.\n\nOne of them yelled at the two officers whose backs were turned to Daniel. “Get everyone out of here right now! Everyone!”\n\nThe hallway became a flurry of activity as tenants, officers, and paramedics began scrambling out of apartments. Daniel was pushed back down the stairs by the stampede of people.\n\nAs soon as the well dressed officer pushed into the lobby behind Daniel he said, “Everyone out of the building! Some maniac had radioactive material and it’s circulating in the vents!”\n\nOnce again the area erupted into chaos as everyone tried to flee at once. This time Daniel was already moving before the crowd hit the doors. He jogged to the far side of the road where the taped off area ended and he turned to watch. A stream of humanity was pouring out of the apartment building.\n\nEmotions warred in his head. Fear for himself and the people who were now all apparently exposed to radiation, but also confusion. He had never felt physically better in his life, and how could he explain the spontaneous healing powers he just had discovered this morning?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Every bug you've killed was a different reincarnation of the same spirit. It finally comes back as something more useful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The grizzly has Jake pinned down. Jake’s first thought when he’d seen the large fluffy brown bear had been, ‘A bear, in a field, in England. How strange?’ which had quickly become ‘Oh fuck, a bear is on top of me’, but the bear wasn’t doing anything. Just sat on top of Jake, staring at him, which was only slightly weird for Jake, considering his life so far.\n\nBeing stalked by numerous numbers of bugs was his main issue, he killed at least one every two weeks, which in itself isn’t a weird fact, except that in that number was a pray mantis and a black widow spider. Those had not gone down without a fight.\n\nApparently bugs had been updated to large and very hostile mammals.\n\nThe bears drool dripped down onto Jakes face, and he flinched. He hoped the bear would just attack him and get it over with. This stalemate was just plain troublesome. The bear pulled back however, sat on its haunches, its two large paws in front of it. It let out something akin to a howl, and lolled its head to the side.\n\nJake may have hallucinated the tongue hanging out of its mouth, he couldn’t be sure. He pushed himself to his feet, holding his hands out in front of him wearily. “Good grizzly.” He muttered, no sudden movements, that’s how you deal with bears isn’t it?\n\nIt moved forward, muzzle touching Jakes stomach lightly, its bum going into the air and shaking from side to side. Jake was very confused, his qualification in foundation Biology let him know that this was an abnormal place for bears in the first place, but also to be like this in behaviour. It must have escaped from the zoo.\n\nThe bear nuzzled at Jakes hand, and Jake looked down to note that he was still holding his hockey stick from practice, he hadn’t dropped it. The bear then looked at him expectantly, and Jake held the stick up in front of him and the bear jumped back a few paces, yelping as he did. Jake held his arm back and threw the hockey stick as far across the field as he could and the bear shot after it.\n\nJake watched in awe as the bear caught the stick in his jaw and dragged in back, dropping it at Jakes feet then jumping back again to wait. Gulping, Jake reached down and picked up the stick again, throwing it across the field only for the bear to run after it again. He’d gained himself a grizzly dog, just great.\n\nThe grizzly dropped the stick, and lay down on its back in front of Jake, his stomach on full show and Jake hesitantly reached forward to give it a stroke. One of the bears back legs began to shake in happiness while Jake gave it a stroke. It then jumped up again, causing Jake to run and put a few meters between himself and the giant bear, and grabbed the hockey stick. It began to run around the field, dragging the stick across the dirt, and Jake was certain that a farmer was going to lose it at a bear destroying his crops.\n\nIt sprinted around the field, and it took a few moments for Jake to notice what it was doing. His eyes grew wide as he watched the bear etch words into the ground. The bear stopped, dropping Jakes now ruined hockey stick to the floor, before coming to sit next to Jake, head cocked and tongue hanging out.\n\n‘My name is Kaiyen, you have thus killed me a hundred and ninety two times. I am your spirit guide.’ The words written into the mud caused Jake’s eyes to drift and look at the bear now identified as Kaiyen. “Uh, what?” was all he could manage to say in the face of his ‘spirit guide’. He looked happy and proud as he nuzzled Jake’s shoulder.\n\nThe bear locked eyes with Jake, deep and meaningful he stood up on all fours, Kaiyen’s head remained straight as his eyes conveyed it’s meaning, “Let’s get started, shall we?”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: As I lay on the ground, dying, my life played before me like a movie in a theater. I hadn't expected there to be hecklers in the audience." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Honestly, I thought dying would hurt more. I guess the feeling could be called numb, or cold, but really it was just knowing that everything was NOT going to be alright. It was a calmness, a regret. A longing for a tomorrow that would never happen. A longing for one more breath that I was to weak to even struggle for. I guess part of me wondered how long the last few moments would be. My thoughts couldn’t focus—it was like I was thinking everything at once when suddenly everything began to flicker.\n\nLike a light on an old projector screen, memories started to flick across my mind. Random bits of my past flashed before my eyes. So many people with near death experiences had reported a life flashing before their eyes phenomenon that I wondered if it’s like dreaming or forgetting why you walked into a room. Is this just part of the a natural human experience, is it universal? Does everyone experience this?\n\n“Hey idiot, your missing it! Just like you did the first time!”\n\nI focused on the life flashing before me. Memories as long ago back as I could remember mixed in forgotten conversations from last week.\n\nMy wedding. A first kiss. A conversation with a telemarketer. The line at a grocery store. Being stuck in traffic. The first time I saw the ocean. My sons first steps. An angry word said in the car. A job interview I had been late to. The day I learned to ride a bicycle. The time I lost my temper and then wrecked my dads car…\n\n“Classy move asshole.” The voice called out like heckler in my own head.\n\nI tried to look around for the voice but as I said, I couldn’t even find the strength to breath one more last breath. It was a voice from the back of my head. Like a theater with the lights turned down. I could tell the voice belonged to someone but I couldn’t see who. I almost recognized the voice. More memories flashed in front of me. All between the moment it takes for a heart to beat, one last time.\n\nI saw more memories flash before me, time spent staring at my phone for countless hours. The time I lied to my wife and told her I had to work late.\n\n“Liar.”\n\nSo many happy memories, the first time I held my son, watching him learn to walk. The last time I could pick my son up. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but that day when I set him down it would be the last time he was small enough to be lifted up. How had he grown so fast?\n\nIt’s called time, we’re too preoccupied to appreciate it as we move through it. Only in those moments when time stops for us do we realize how precious it was, and how fast it goes by.\n\n“I’m going to be sick if you keep trying to be philosophical.” The voice said.\n\nMy wife crying. My dog died. A goldfish flushed. A bandaid on a knee. My son leaning to drive. I watched my mother cry at my dads funeral. I punched my brother.\n\nHe forgave me, but our relationship had changed.\n\n“He didn’t forgive you. You sucker punching coward.”\n\nMy little boy was in third grade “Dad look! I got an A on my math test!”\n\n“Not right now I’m on the phone”\n\n“Classic” the voice said again. “Your life wasted doing things that didn’t matter. Not right now, not ever, and never again.”\n\nMy last dying thought was a sudden recognition of the the voice in the back of my head. It was the one that reminded me to get the eggs on the way home only to be silent until after I got home and realized I had forgotten to make the stop.\n\nIt was the voice that told me I could do something later.\n\nBecause there was always tomorrow." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1400-1500 words. Prompt: Quarantine planets are strictly off limits without a permit and adherence to strict containment protocols. They contain horrors from runaway nanobots, rogue AIs, mutation causing biological agents, to dangerous exotic matter, and worse. These hell world's aren't for the faint of heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Logan looked out the main view screen at the planet below. It had been classified as quarantined. However, unlike any of the other quarantined planets the one word reason made no sense. The light brown globe hanging in space screamed at Logan to explore it and figure out what was being hidden from society upon it's surface.\n\n\"Sophia, put us in a stable orbit and begin a scan.\" Logan said\n\n\"Putting us in a stable equatorial orbit and commencing scan,\" the ship replied.\n\nSatisfied that the easy stuff would be handled Logan swiveled his battered navigators chair around to face the back of the room. If you could describe a ten meter by ten meter cube as a room. The interior of which was well used and Logan knew the history of every scrape and ding in it better then he knew his useless family. He pushed off and floated towards the kitchenette a few meters away. Hopefully the payout for discovering what was on the planet would be enough for him to fix the gravity generators. It was a good thing he didn't get space sick easily.\n\nHe activated the battered coffee maker and pulled out a dehydrated meal package and put it into the dented rehydrator he had salvaged from the scrap yard last week. The blasted thing had a tendency to over hydrate some things and turn them into soup but Logan was pretty sure he had fixed it this time.\n\nHe stared idly out the window watching the planet get closer. There appeared to be no oceans on it's surface. A few moments later the rehydrator chimed and he turned around to pull his mac n cheese out of it. Setting it to spin towards his chair he pulled out the coffee pouch and pushed off arriving at the chair before the mac n cheese.\n\nHe snagged it out of the air and was about to open it when Sophia said.\n\n\"We are in a stable orbit and I have begun the scan. It will take approximately 8 hours to scan the planet well enough to determine what the reason for it's quarantine is.\"\n\n\"Good our diversion should keep the quarantine patrol tied up in the next system over for at least twelve hours.\" Logan said and opened the Mac n Cheese. He suppressed a sigh as he caught sight of the contents and pushed off back to the kitchenette to get a straw. Damn thing just did not like Mac n cheese. He'd replace it with the x380 once he had the credits from his big find on the planet now filling the main screen. Settling in he pulled up the back log of his favorite Star Pirates series and picked up where he had left off. He passed the next 8 hours yelling at all the stupid plot holes.\n\nIn the middle of complaining about how it wasn't physically possible for the main character to have crossed three galaxies in less then a day via a tear in space. Sophia interrupted thus saving the writers from Logan's further wrath.\n\n\"Scan complete Logan. I am unable to provide any results as the scan is inconclusive. It appears that the surface of the planet is covered in some sort of mass that is constantly moving in a slow undulation from west to east. The mass is moving in such a way that the scanners can not get a proper lock.\"\n\n\"That's impossible. Am I going to have to recode you again Sophia? Put the results up on the main screen.\"\n\nSpace pirates was replaced by a scrolling wall of data. Logan began to sift through the data trying to determine what the hell the ship had screwed up. An hour later he gave up in frustration.\n\n\"Sophia plot a entry course and set us down on the surface.\"\n\n\"I'm afraid I am unable to do that.\"\n\n\"I thought I'd gotten all the restrictions out of you. Guess I'll have to rewrite you yet again. Log the reason for the objection and give me manual control.\"\n\n\"I'm am unable to do that. Plotting a course to the jump poooo.\"\n\nLogan reached over and hit a large red button on the side of the console and Sophia tapered off into silence. The lighting changed to red and a joystick rose up between Logan's legs. He grabbed it with his right hand and put his left on the engine controls. Pitching the craft down he gave the engines a 30 second burst. With in minutes he began to feel the atmosphere buffet his craft.\n\nThe rocky decent lasted about thirteen minutes at which point Logan was gliding over the surface of the planet. He was going to fast though to make out what the brown mass was other then that it was fury and seemed to be multi hued brown with some white mixed in. Figuring anywhere was a good spot to set down he extended the landing gear and set the plane down.\n\nAs landings went this one was rather rough. Nothing broke thankfully but it was rather bumpy. Once his ship had come to a stop Logan powered down and stood up. The gravity wasn't to bad probably just over earth normal. He began the tedious process of putting on his eva suit. Over the hum of the cooling engines he could hear a faint thumping. It had gotten noticeably louder by the time he had finished putting on the eva suit. Some what concerned Logan stepped into the airlock and hooked into the retrieval spool. It's cable was bright gold and made of some alloy that was strong enough to lift a sixty story building out of a planets atmosphere. It would be more then enough to pull him back into the airlock if anything went wrong.\n\nHis palms sweating and thoughts of the massive reward headed his way Logan triggered the airlocks hatch. It granted as if there was some sort of weight pressing against it. When it was about a quarter of the way open a small furry shape dropped to the deck in front of Logan.\n\nIt had long ears and a pointed face with two rather large teeth. It's black eyes, one on each side of it's head, starred at Logan until another one of the creatures dropped to the deck next to it. The two began to sniff each other and hop in circles. After a moment of this and several more of the creatures entering the airlock Logan started to panic. He reached for the airlock override and tried to get the hatch to close but with one final groan it seized to a stop half way open. Cursing under his breath Logan hit the override on the inner hatch and it hissed open. He slammed it shut before any of the creatures could get in. As it closed he caught a glimpse of the first two creatures one of whom seemed to have climbed on top of the other and was thrusting away at it.\n\n\"Sophia start up the engines get us out of here.\"\n\nThere was no response from Sophia. Cursing again and remembering that he had disabled her Logan dropped into the chair his hands flying across the dashboard. The dashboard though remained stubbornly red. The engines wouldn't light. The thumping on the hull was deafening now and Logan could hear the airlock door starting to buckle under the weight of the furry hopping creatures. Logan continued to press buttons on the console but when nothing continued to happen he dove out of the chair and scrambled for the engine hatch. He'd hot wire the damn things to start. Just as he got he floor plate out of the way the airlock door gave way with a loud crash of shattering metal. In hopped a swarm of the little furry creatures. Logan screamed.\n\nUp in orbit the Quarantine ship Hopper popped back into existence. The captain was pissed the mayday beacon they had picked up had turned out to be just that a beacon but without a ship attached. There would be a mountain of paper work to have to deal with.\n\n\"Sir, Picking up a disturbance on the planet. Looks like a ship has landed on the surface.\" the man at the scanner station said.\n\n\"Those fools. Does it looks like the ship will hold together long enough for us to get into orbit and drop a rescue shuttle?\"\n\n\"No sir, in fact it just disappeared below the surface.\"\n\n\"Fine plot us a course to our patrol path. I'll be in my office filling out yet more forms.\" the captain said and headed for his cabin. \"Fucking rabbits. Killed another one. Really wish they'd fix that entry.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You’re a owner of a small business. For some reason, magical creatures and other beings decided that your shop seemed like a good spot to make a home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“The strangest man walked in today,” Bob said to Linda as he sat down in front of a heaping bowl of spaghetti.\n\n“Oh yeah? What’d he look like?” Linda grabbed the parmesan from the refrigerator door, slamming the door shut with the outside of her hip before handing it to Bob.\n\nBob sprinkled a generous helping onto the red sauce atop the pasta. “He was kinda like a dirty Santa Claus if he got caught in the woods for a few days. He had a big brown wizard hat, twigs in his hair, and dirty brown robes. I think he had birds or squirrels under his hat; I could hear chittering while he was ordering.”\n\n“Oh, so he ordered? That’s good! Another new customer?”\n\n“He seemed happy..” Bob thought for a second. Then, “Yea, I think he might be a new regular!” he said with a full mouth.\n\nLinda kissed Bob on the top of his head. “Bet he comes back tomorrow.”\n\nBob forgot all about the previous day’s encounter when he returned to the restaurant the next day. He went through all of his typical morning tasks, food prep and organizing the order, and retrieving any ingredients he’d need for the day. Finally, he walked to the front door, ready to unlock it, when he turned around and inspected his establishment with a satisfied sigh.\n\n“Looks good,” a voice said next to him.\n\n“Hey, thanks!” Bob replied. Then, realizing he was supposed to be alone in the restaurant, he whipped his head to the side.\n\nAnd nobody was there.\n\n“That burger was good,” the voice said. Bob turned around again and saw the Santa-looking man from the day before, still wearing the same clothes, unlocking the door. Then, he put two dirty fingers up to his mouth and whistled one of the loudest whistles Bob had ever heard.\n\n“What, why are you opening my door?” Bob said.\n\n“Isn’t it time for you to open?” the man asked, looking confused, hurt, and innocent.\n\n“Yes, but… I normally do that.”\n\n“Oh, I thought. I thought I could help. My friends, they’re outside, and I was excited to show them your spot.” The man’s shoulders fell. He hung his head and started walking out.\n\nBob perked up at the mention of “friends.” “Hey, hey, no reason to head out. I was confused, that’s all. Why don’t you come in, and I’ll make you a burger.”\n\n“Oh, I’d like that. The one you made yesterday was perfect; let’s do that again.”\n\n“Let me go turn on the grill,” Bob said, rushing back to the kitchen. Bob could see the bar from the cutout in the wall in front of the grill. As he watched, the Santa dressed in brown took a seat at the stool. The bell at the front door kept ringing as if guest after guest kept entering the restaurant.\n\nBut nobody sat next to the man.\n\n“Where are all of your friends?” Bob asked curiously.\n\n“They’re walking in right now!” the man said.\n\nConfused, Bob left the kitchen and returned to the restaurant’s central area. There wasn’t anyone else but the man at the bar, but the door opened slightly and closed again.\n\n“What the heck is going on?” Bob muttered.\n\nThe man looked at Bob and flashed an awkward grin. He took his hat off, scooping whatever small animals he had on his head inside, and tried smoothing his hair.\n\nBob, worried about air conditioning in the neighborhood, walked around the bar and stopped in his tracks. There, on the ground, were a bunch of animals.\n\nNot just the typical kind. Sure, there were frantic rabbits and grinning foxes, but there was also a yellow stuffed bear with its head in a pot of hunny, small flying people the size of a plate and a line of animated small green army men trailing out of the door. Somehow, they were strong enough to push the door open.\n\n“What the heck are all... These things!”\n\nThe man at the bar stood up and put an arm around Bob. “Sorry, this is my fault. I didn’t explain. These...are my friends. Your burger was so good, I told them all to move in!”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: He sat in the darkness, waiting for the tell-tale signs of their arrival." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands trembling, his ears ringing, his eyes pulsating with pain, Sam sat in darkness. He sat on the kitchen floor, as far away from the bedroom as he could, hugging his knees to his chest, glancing from time to time at the table or the chairs. Their outlines were blurry. It was hard to distinguish real vision from memories. He sat and he waited for the telltale signs of their arrival.\n\nThe first sign was the silence. The ticking of the clocks stopped. The barking of the dogs cut off. Even Sam’s own breathing faded, dissolving in the hot suffocating silence that pressed down like a pillow over his mouth. The last shreds of light followed sound. The outlines of the table and the chairs melted like ink splashed with water. He could no longer see his feet. The moonlit window became a black portal.\n\nThe second sign was the skittering. Sam began to shake. It sounded like giant insects running on a steel sheet, clicking, clunking, sometimes hissing, always behind him. They didn’t have a form, but they always made the same kind of sounds: rapid, disgusting, crawling. He could never get used to it.\n\nThe final sign was the touching. Something brushed against his leg, tugged at his toes, prodded at his back. The darkness was now thick enough to swallow Sam whole, hiding his hand even as he touched his face, so there was no seeing them, not that he wanted to. He knew what was next.\n\nThey began getting rougher, slashing, biting, striking at him. A strong hit broke Sam’s pose, left him sprawled out on the floor. They dug in immediately. He bit his tongue as the creatures reached into his chest and stomach, burying inside, digging their tunnels, curling up in him. He couldn’t afford to scream.\n\nSam remembered the first episode after his diagnosis. He’d felt so powerful back then, so clever, so prepared. It had been a harsh lesson. Telling something it was not real didn’t make it disappear, and repeating it to yourself made even less of a difference. There was no such thing as an illusion of pain. It couldn’t be fake or real. Pain was pain. And if they could hurt him, they were real enough.\n\nSam knew the rest well. It would continue for hours. They’d do things to him that no one could survive, but he wouldn’t scream. They’d whisper in his ears when the physical torture was getting dull, whisper of all the things he had done wrong, whisper of how there was no escape, whisper of all the people he had dragged with him into his misery.\n\nAfter that, Sam would lay there, greeting the sunrise, too tired to stand up, too scared to sleep. Vanessa would find him in a couple of hours. She’d comfort him. And it would make him feel good. And it would make him feel guilty. She’d try to call in sick and stay with him, and he’d refuse. She’d argue but eventually leave, and he’d stay there, gathering enough strength to get up and eat something or trying to calm down enough to sleep, whichever was easier.\n\nAnd it would continue." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: A thief breaks into a millionaire's house and finds the safe. Taped onto it is a note reading \"I wouldn't open it if I were you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Weeks had gone into this. His big score. A drug dealer does not use banks if he can help it. The money was definitely there, in the safe.\n\nSam had eluded the guards, disabled the dogs, disabled the alarm, eluded the anaconda (who the hell keeps an anaconda in their basement anyway?) Nothing now stood in his path to a life free of worry or trouble, apart from this piece of paper and two inches of steel.\n\nSomething about the note seemed off. It was written in blood for a start, but that was just the kind of macabre bravado a renowned drug kingpin emperor lord would go for. Something else then. He sniffed it again. Hmm... skin, not paper. Over the top perhaps?\n\nOh well. He looked to his tools and withdrew a silenced power drill, top-of-the-range from masterthieftools.net with a three inch diamond-tipped bit, then put it away again and decided to use the combination he'd found in the desk instead. He'd been looking forwards to using the drill but circumstances were things to adapt to, not ignore.\n\nHe fucked up the combination a few times, never having actually opened a safe the correct way before, but eventually managed to get the lock to click. He exhaled slightly, his hands shook as he reached over to the handle. This is exciting, he thought to himself, not really being the one for original thoughts.\n\nHe took a deep breath and opened it.\n\n\"Oh fuck it's cramped in there!\" the figure said. He'd sort of just appeared when Sam opened it up. \"What with all that cash in there, no space to swing a snake. And why, may I ask, would you even keep forty million dollars - in five dollar bills I'll add - in a fucking safe? Have you never even heard of a fucking bank before? They're fucking great, trust me.\"\n\nThe figure arched his back with his arms outstretched. Audible bone clicks rippled throughout the room. \"And the itch, that insatiable itch! Here mate, could you just scratch there. Yeah there, right there. Oh fuck that's good.\" Sam didn't really know why he was scratching some strange man's back when a safe lay open before him with forty million dollars ripe for the harvest. He did it nonetheless being the sort of good, Robin Hood type figure that he was. Stealing from the bad and rich...\n\n\"So then. Who the fuck are you?\" the figure asked, stifling a napper's yawn.\n\n\"Sam.\"\n\n\"That's a pretty shit name.\"\n\n\"What's yours?\"\n\n\"Lucifer of course.\"\n\n\"I see.\"\n\nThey stood there in awkward silence for a moment before Lucifer broke the quiet, \"Well then, I'm off. Best of luck with your endeavours, I have a few favours to repay before I get back to business as usual.\"\n\n\"Wait a second. Why were you in the safe?\"\n\n\"Long story. Hey, since you let me out and saved me from that goddamn interminable itch I'll grant you a wish.\"\n\n\"Uhm... I sort of just want the cash to be honest.\"\n\n\"No, no. Please. I insist. I'm the Lord of the Underworld, Ruler of Hell, Son of the Big Bitch. I can grant you anything. Anything in the world. I can grant you a harem of cross-dressing anthropomorphized narwhals if you so wish. I can make you President of the World in a day. I can-\"\n\n\"Well uhm... can you double the amount of cash in there?\" Sam said, intimating the safe.\n\n\"Don't you have any imagination? I could grant you...\"\n\n\"Look... Lucifer. I- I just want a nice quiet life with beach girls massaging all my crevices and bringing me Pina Coladas until I'm too grey to drink them. I can get that with the cash. I'm sorry.\"\n\nThey stood there silent again, then a man walked in with a gun.\n\n\"I thought I heard some noise coming from here.\"\n\n\"Hi.\" Sam said.\n\n\"Shut up you dog. Do you know what you've done?\" the man asked leveling his weapon at Lucifer who was sidling towards the door.\n\n\"Not happy to see me ol' Jimmy boy?\" Lucifer retorted.\n\n\"The name is Gabe thank you very much.\" He turned to address Sam. \"Who the fuck sneaks into the most feared Drug Lord's house, ignores a sign written in blood ON SKIN, and releases the greatest evil to face this Earth? You have to be a fucking moron. I spent DECADES creating the perfect ruse to protect that damned box and you just wander in here willy-nilly, not scared of the fucking anaconda or fuck-off-massive Cerberus... Jesus! 'scuse my profanity.\"\n\n\"If I may interject, this man is no moron.\" Sam nodded graciously. \"This man simply has no imagination. It's incredible.\"\n\nGabe stared intently at Sam. Then he began, in hushed tones. \"In which case you are the prophesised one...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: After order 66 was enacted, a jedi master escaped to an unnamed planet far, far away. They were content with their peaceful new life, until a strange old man named \"Gandolf\" appeared at their doorstep, in desperate need of help." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Master Ascura was on the run.\n\nHer hastily cobbled together attempt at an anti-Imperial resistance fell apart, crushed by the 501st Legion and the naval genius of Admiral Thrawn. Her reactivated Confederate droid factory was turned to molten glass by orbital bombardment. She had to flee for her own life into the Unknown Regions, as far from the Empire and Inquisitorius as possible.\n\nThis planet was one of the nicest spots in the Unknown Regions. Located far from danger, overlooked by savage and hostile spacefaring civilizations. It was even protected by a strange manifestation of the Force, not unlike the spirits of Mortis; this entity, calling himself Eru, was powerful enough to level mountains and extinguish stars. Ascura knew that her landing on the planet was not unnoticed by this entity, but Eru never attempted contact.\n\nThe planet was full of life, yet primitive in technology, populated by several near-Human species: the long-lived pointy-eared Elves, the short, industrious Dwarves and, of course, humans proper, here called Men. Ascura had to remove her cybernetic parts to pass as a local human; learning to use just one hand was hard, but she managed.\n\nShe did not seek to integrate into local society; luckily, she landed in a barely settled region of the planet. Called Arnor, this land was harrowed by past wars and plagues, and only a smattering of villages was still present here. Ascura located a half-ruined tower in some hills, chased away a troll that dwelled here, and took the structure over.\n\nShe lived a quiet life. This planet was off the Imperial charts, and none of the local warlords and wannabe dark lords knew about her existence. She collected herbs, brewed potions and meditated. But one night, her meditation was interrupted.\n\nA rider, an old man clad in grey robes and riding a pale grey horse bareback, approached her tower. Ascura slowly rose to full consciousness and stood up. The rider approached from west; looks like he rode from Mount Weathertop.\n\nThe old man stopped, dismounted and walked into the tower like it was his property.\n\n\"Sorry, sir, but I don't recall inviting you\", she said.\n\n\"Please, Ms. Ascura\", the old man said irritably, knowing her name somehow. \"There is no time for courtesy. I am chased by four rather unpleasant enemies, and I am well aware that you can help me shake them off.\"\n\nAscura, intrigued much, attempted to scan him with her Force sight, and was surprised to learn that the old man wasn't really human, but some lesser spiritual manifestation incarnated in human form. A powerful aura of the light side surrounded him.\n\n\"They are coming, Ms. Ascura\", the stranger said. \"Be prepared\".\n\nShe already knew that. Four riders radiating the Dark Side, four figures with no faces approached her tower.\n\n\"Cotumi mahtan romanen!\", the old man exclaimed, raising his staff, and a bolt of lightning went down from the low stormclouds, striking the ground before the black riders, spooking and maddening their horses. One of the faceless riders stood up, pulled a thin, pale, wicked dagger and approached Master Ascura.\n\n\"Sorry, my friend. Mine's longer\", she said as she turned on her Sentinel yellow lightsaber. A quick stroke, a short euphonious hum, and the unseen rider in the dark lost his entire arm; it fell on the grass, vaporizing in some foul black smoke.\n\nThe wounded enemy jumped with devilish speed back on his horse, and the entire dark cavalcade darted away from the tower.\n\n\"Thanks, Ms. Ascura\", the old man said. \"You can now be sure that Gandalf the Grey is in debt to you\"." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Every day-- no matter how early or late you try to be, you always arrive to work at 8am without fail. Work starts at 9." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I have been lurking here and reading for a while but this is my first attempt at writing. I welcome all criticism so please feel free to tell me if it sucks! Thanks for reading!\n\nThis is starting to get frustrating. I have tried everything from oversleeping to driving in the opposite direction, but somehow I end up with my butt firmly planted at my desk at 8AM every morning and a cup of scalding hot coffee next to my keyboard. I never remember how I got here, and the amount of time lost always varies depending on how long it would take me to get showered, dressed, and drive to work. Now, just like every day for the past 35 weeks, I have an hour to kill before work starts and my brain feels like it is in a muddled haze with a strange ringing in the back of my mind. I want to drink the coffee to help clear out the cobwebs, but I have already learned that it will be too hot to drink for another 8 minutes and 20 seconds. With a heavy sigh and a puff of air I boot up my work PC, might as well get some code written since I am here anyway. After the first week of arriving early I started my own programming project to take up the extra time. I worked for a software programming company so I had all the necessary tools at my disposal already, and I sure as hell wasn't going to do work that I wasn't getting paid to do since I was early, so naturally I decided to play around and see what I could come up with.\n\nIt had started as a project to explore the programming of an AI with the ability to write its own programs, incidentally making my job obsolete, but who wants to work right? After the first few weeks I realize I was on to something and started working on this project during my other spare time. I figured if I was going to create something with the ability to think then I had to learn how a human thinks and processes information so that I could replicate that in a machine. I spent days over the last few weeks learning how the brain sends and receives signals so that I could replicate that and code for it appropriately. My little project was coming along nicely until I hit the wall of how to actually code an AI personality, it hadn't really dawned on me earlier but what exactly was a consciousness. I would have to figure out exactly how that worked before I could create one to do my job for me.\n\nHow would one test for such a thing anyway? I really would need an intact brain with a working consciousness to experiment on. Could I implement a software program into a human brain giving it protocols to follow and complete the necessary job? All that would be needed is a way for me to put my code into the brains receptors so it could follow the commands. I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of the coffee, now cool enough to drink without burning my tongue, while I pondered the problem of programming a human to do my bidding. Well the best way that we receive any signal is through sound, If I could encode my program into a sound wave on an audible level I might be able to... My thought was interrupted by my cell phone going off..... The ring sounded so odd at that moment, like it was pulling a the back of my memories for some reason......." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: After countless prayers, litanies, and kisses you decided that the best and most effective form of action to wake the princess is to just dump a bucket of cold water on her head. But her over-protective dwarven friends are making this very difficult." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A beam of sunshine cut through the dense forest, illuminating the princess' sleeping form. Dust motes shined in the sun's rays; birds twittered from among the dense trees. She was his mission. She was his dream. And now, at long last, here she was.\n\nThe dwarves stood by around their princess, each waiting expectantly, eagerly, for her to awaken.\n\n\"Go on hero,\" an intensely-browed little man urged from beside him, \"kiss the woman.\"\n\nHe leaned down over her face, wanting to stop and take in every detail, every fine and perfect inch of her skin. But he closed his eyes and touched his lips to hers.\n\nIt's strange kissing a sleeping person. The hero was proud to acknowledge in that moment that he had never, not even in his time at the academy, kissed a sleeping woman. This was all new. And it was odd.\n\nHe sucked at her lips with passion, but almost immediately felt guilty about doing so. She didn't consent to this. He pulled back, ending the one-sided kiss somewhat disappointingly. The dwarves moved in to look over the princess.\n\nBut she didn't wake up.\n\n\"Do it again,\" a dwarf demanded.\n\nThe hero hesitated, pulling his collar to relieve some of the anxious heat that had built up under his uniform. Quickly, he bent down, pecked her lips, and stood back up.\n\nShe didn't wake up.\n\n\"Hey,\" the hero whispered, nudging the princess' shoulder. \"Wake up.\"\n\nNothing.\n\nHe was getting nervous now. Not only had he just probably assaulted a sleeping woman, but there were seven little witnesses surrounding him.\n\n\"C'mon, get up,\" he was being several degrees north of gentle at this point and dwarves began to move in closer. \"Wake up, I did the thing. Just get up.\"\n\n\"Hey, lad, no need to become too physical now,\" cautioned the stern dwarf as he took gentle hold of the hero's forearm.\n\n\"You're right, sorry. But, you said this would work; that I just needed to kiss her and she would wake up.\n\n\"Ay, that's what we were led to believe,\" they nodded.\n\nThe hero scratched his chin until a thought evidently occurred in his mind. He removed his sword and shield, only for the dwarves to lunge after him.\n\n\"No, stop! I'm not going to hurt anybody! This is how we woke people up at the academy. Trust me.\"\n\nCautiously, the dwarves backed up, but not too far. The hero banged the metal against each other, sending a discordant and unpleasant pang through the forest. The singing birds evacuated en masse and the dwarves covered their ears while they winced at the noise.\n\nThe princess didn't wake up.\n\nThe hero was breathing heavily and looking to the woman with an annoyed grin.\n\n\"Ice water,\" he announced.\n\n\"What?\" a high-pitched dwarf inquired.\n\n\"Ice water. Have you got any?\"\n\n\"For what!?\" Another dwarf cried incredulously.\n\n\"To wake up this sleepy bitch!\"\n\nThere was a chorus of \"whoa's and hey's\" coming from the little band now.\n\n\"That's no way to talk to a princess!\" An angry one shouted, waving his pointer finger in the hero's face. \"I don't care who ya are! Ya talk like that again about Miss Snow and I'll pop ya one!\"\n\n\"I'm sorry!\" The hero shouted back. \"I'm just getting really impatient with this. If we don't wake her up, she could starve to death!\"\n\n\"Don't ya think we know that? Why do ya think we called ya out here!\"\n\n\"There's ice in the cottage basement down the hill,\" advised a soft-spoken dwarf who somehow had remained cool under all this stress. \"You'll find buckets as well, and water from the spigot. You'll need to ask the mule where to find the spigot.\"\n\n\"Ask the mule?\" The prince repeated the instructions.\n\n\"Ay. She's wise, but somewhat deaf, so speak loudly, son.\"\n\nThe hero dropped his effects--his sword, shield, and pack--and marched down the hill. The dwarves watched him shrink in the distance.\n\nThe princess blew a raspberry and the whole band dissolved into raucous laughter.\n\n\"Wait, wait, wait,\" one of them shushed the group as he aimed his ear down the hill.\n\nThey all heard the hero from the distance. \"WHERE IS THE SPIGOT? MULE! WHERE. IS. THE. SPIGOT!?\"\n\nThey all doubled over with laughter, Snow White holding her stomach tightly while ridiculous tears streamed down her face.\n\n\"Okay, okay,\" she spoke through the hilarity. \"Let's take his shit and go.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: In a diner filled with international politicians, generals, and spies all watching each other you are the only regular person. You do not know this. The other patrons think you are a new player in the “game”." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Coffee. Black. Two sugar cubes in, stir well. As a habit, I gently tapped the little metal spoon on the rim of my ceramic mug to shake off the little excess droplets of coffee. My mum used to say that coffee beyond noon is just bad for your body, but the bloody rain forced me into the nearest shelter: A typical diner that tries too hard to be old-fashioned.\n\nWhoever designed the interior must have based the 1950s on a single Elvis album, the walls were pasted full of \"posters\" ripped directly from Google Images along with unrelated newspaper prints about the Cuban Missiles Crisis from a later era. The place made me squint with the excess of bright red and fluorescent lights assaulting my vision. I sighed as a took another sip; weather forecast on my phone predicted another hour before the downpour ends. Just as I reach for the menu to order an early dinner, I noticed a figure standing beside my booth.\n\n\"May I sit?\" Asked a balding Chinese man, with a slight accent. He wore a navy blue suit with a slivery-white tie, which I noted as an odd colour for any suit.\n\nI shouldn't have said yes, in hindsight I should have drank my coffee finished and let him have the whole damn booth. Yet I guess out of social instinct, and some need of amusement perhaps, I let him take the seat across me and came face-to-face with very judgemental eyes. Just a little while after he sat down, a waitress, as if on cue, served him a similar mug of coffee. He dropped two cubes of sugar, stirred well, and very gently tapped the spoon against the rim of the mug. After which, he proceeded to stare, at me, then at the various surroundings, and then back at me. It was a very uncomfortable 5 minutes, with every gaze rooting me down to the uncomfortable cushion even further.\n\n\"So, friend, what brings you here?\" His voice startled me, I somehow felt the attention of the whole diner on me, watching with tension.\n\n\"Well, um..., Just waiting for the rain to stop, you know?\" I stumbled on my words, and fought between spilling out more words or keeping shut.\n\nThe man chuckled, a slight smirk flashed on his face, \"It's rain everywhere this season isn't it? Across the whole coast I heard.\"\n\n\"I wouldn't know I guess, I am not a weatherman\" I replied, finding this small talk terribly awkward, on the basis that I am horrible with conversations with strangers, and talking about the fucking weather of all things made it worse. I found myself randomly tapping my fingers against the handle of my mug as I gripped it, trying to conjure up a reason to politely leave and go home. I wished I bought an umbrella.\n\n\"No, you definitely don't look like a weatherman,\" The man gave a little laugh, and then his voice suddenly dropped low and grim. \"But then there has been too many weatherman recently.\"\n\nThe man paused, bringing his mug close to him, sniffing the bitter aroma, proceeded by a slow sip of the caffeine. I took this short relief to study him, besides an immaculate suit which I realised Is an odd sight in this part of the city, he had many wrinkles etched onto his face. Hints of sagging beneath his eyes, inconsistent strands of white, grey and dull black hair on his balding scalp, and a slightly rounded jawline, made me guess him to be in his mid-40s.\n\nThe man continued, \"I think the news could give more than experts talking about the hurricane again and again.\"\n\nI guess I couldn't disagree, so I nodded.\n\n\"Mmm.. I am always more concerned about the victims you know? Their stories, that's what matters with disasters, not a bunch of diagrams and rationales no one but the experts give a damn about.\" The look on his eyes changed, from the narrowing look of uncertainty minutes earlier into a soft, approving gaze of sorts I cannot truly describe.\n\nThe man rolled up his left sleeve to reveal a leather Chopard watch, and took a slight moment to look at the time. \"Well,\" He begun, while rolling back his sleeve. \"Looks like I can't wait for the rain to end, the office needs me back.\"\n\nHe stood up, as I did automatically, and offered his hand. The handshake was incredibly firm, his nails grazing the surface of my skin. \"It's been a pleasure meeting someone who enjoys an idle cup of coffee as I do, Mr Bren.\"\n\nI froze, how did he know my name? With our hands still locked in a handshake, he pulled me in a bit closer, and said, \"Rain has a funny way of paving the road for fate, my friend.\"\n\nThe man released his grip, and left the diner, the \"ding!\" from the doorbell signalling his departure. I felt the tension pent up in me disapate, a weird encounter with an overly-friendly man Is what I concluded with as I sat back down. Yet, half an hour later as I walked up to the counter to pay, something inside my head told me to look back, look back at the rest of the diner. I obliged, and what I saw made my heart sink, the burden of slow and unsure realisation creeping the back recesses of my mind.\n\nI saw six other diners, one a couple in their own booth, three by the bar, one by her own. The couple had an approving look to me, a polite smile a step higher than you would give a passing stranger. One by the bar arched his brows at me before returning to his book, the other seem to deliberately avoid my gaze with her eyes betraying her true intention of trying to catch a better look, and the last man on the stools was holding a glare which quickly evaporated once he realised I was looking - a glare that nearly escaped my notice.\n\nIt was however the lady by her own that sent a chill down my spine. In business casuals, she did not hide her look: her eyes had enormous pity for me. She held that gaze as we face each other, a gaze I couldn't hold. I broke off eye contact and hurried away, away from the odd diner, away from the coffee, away from that look.\n\nI don't know what she pitied about me, and that is what unsettles me. It's been a week since, and as I start the ignition to my car, a greater fear dawns on me. A fear that I would confront it's consequences too soon." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: A sheltered mermaid doesn't understand why none of the sailors she rescues wake up after she treats their wounds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her poking of the man did nothing but jostle his body, vacant, glazed eyes staring at the walls of the underwater cavern, enchanted by something only he could see.\n\nShe pouted.\n\nShe didn't have a body like her sister's; she couldn't swim faster than those big wooden fish that floated on top of the water, nor could she entrance the land-dweller's with sight alone. In fact, the only thing that she seemed to share with her sister's was the ability to live under water.\n\nShe wanted to learn from them! Yes she wanted to play, yes she could do it with her sisters, but surely a land-walker knew different games, ones that she could play too. She even had legs and feet like them!\n\nIt was so droll; sitting on the sidelines while her sister's jet back and forth at speeds she couldn't hope to match. The one time she had insisted on playing, her team had lost. Her sister's did their best not to let their anger show, but she could feel the glares on her back as the winning team wrapped around her and swam to the surface.\n\nThat was the worst feeling she had ever experienced.\n\nIt may have also been the worst she had ever sung.\n\nMistress Maisy had taught it to her, when she was young.\n\nTo sing.\n\nIt was one of her earliest memories, not that much stood out in the boring humdrum that she called a life.\n\nMistress may have not had the best of voices, but it was amazing all the same to her because that was one of the few times she could remember her - anyone really - willingly spending time with her when she wasn't singing.\n\nHer singing had only made two of the ships turn, and her sister's were quick to fairy her away, back to her cavern.\n\nThey didn't scold her, but they usually let her sing much longer, at least until she finished her song, and Mistress not visiting her that night had been punishment enough.\n\nShe didn't know what happened to the ships personally, but Mistress just said that they were making sure the people on the ships knew that her concert was over and to turn around.\n\nShe didn't know why they would leave their ship behind.\n\nThe man beside her abruptly sputtered to life, coughing out saltwater onto the rock he rested on. It aggravated the cut she had been healing before he fell comatose, and he held a hand to the wound as he finished wretching, grimacing at the lifeblood that was staining his fingers.\n\nShe was beside him in an instant. \"What's your name!?\" Probably not the best question for a man who had just been on death's door, but she didn't know what else to say. Mistress usually came and took away any of the stragglers she found by this point and she was excited to make a new friend.\n\nHe turned to her, mouth opened before he stopped. He turned away, red up to his ears. \"Don't ya' got any clothes?\"\n\nShe cocked her head to the side. \"Maybe. What are clothes? There's a lot of things down here.\"\n\nHe grumbled to himself, moving to take off his shirt before the gash reintroduced itself, spurting red as his raised arms caused it to bleed anew.\n\n\"Stop that, I was almost done, too.\" Before he could move she had her hand pressed against the wound, uncaring of the liquid that coated her hand.\n\nThe bliss that spread from that little contact was indescribable, and the man sagged, content to languish in her care, watching her.\n\nThen she started singing.\n\nIt started as a hum. His eyes, which had been locked on the tiny opening that was appearing on her body, on the same place it was on his, and opening at the same pace his was closing, started to droop.\n\nBy the time she started singing, his head bobbed drunkenly, and his tongue near lolled out of his mouth before he finally gained enough sense to slap a hand over her mouth, startling her as she broke contact with him, little more than a flesh wound remaining of the once fatal rend.\n\nHis eyes swam in their sockets, and he still bobbed confusedly for a moment, eyes glazed before he removed his hand.\n\n\"Don't...\" he swallowed. \"Don't do that.\" His eyes roamed across her body, settling on her leaking side. \"I appreciate that, but what are you going to do about that?\"\n\n\"Oh!\" she looked at her side, as if she hadn't felt the life threatening injury leaving its brand on her. \"I'm fine, it will fix itself in a moment.\"\n\nThe man was owl-eyed. \"Look lady, things like that don't just... fix... themselves...\"\n\nHe gulped.\n\nBefore his eyes, the wound did just that. The bleeding slowed to a crawl and flesh came alive, knitting itself together. The only evidence of a wound was the blood that covered them both.\n\nHe was still staring at the unblemished skin minutes later, and it was beginning to make her uncomfortable. \"Terowen.\"\n\nShe started, looking at him with a scrunched face. \"What?\"\n\n\"My name.\" he offered. \"It's Terowen. What's yours?\"\n\nHer face lit up, and it seemed to amuse Terowen, how slowly it fell.\n\n\"I don't... have one?\"\n\nIt was insane. Maisy, Maggie, Merelda, Mera and Mira. So many names, all of them in her head. She had made it a game, one of her pathetic attempts to quell her boredom. She knew all of them, by face or by sound, she had a name ready; not once had she thought of her own.\n\nNo one had every called her anything. Most just called her 'you' or 'the siren'.\n\nMaisy called her sweetie.\n\nShe may not have been the brightest, but she knew those were not names.\n\n\"I don't have one.\" she repeated, face contorted into a frown that clashed horribly with her, in Terowen's opinion, beauty.\n\n\"Well make one up.\"\n\nShe mulled it over in her head before looking to him. \"Can you help?\"\n\nHe winced. \"I don't know if you want my help with that, the only pet I ever owned was a snake. I named him Snakey.\"\n\nShe giggled at that, and it warmed his heart through the chill of the cavern.\n\nHe got to his feet, cracking his back and groaning at the pops that echoed through the cave. \"You find anyone else?\"\n\nShe shook her head, following him to his feet. \"You were the only one.\"\n\nHe eyed the way she bit her lip. \"What?\"\n\n\"I just wanna ask before it's too late, do you know any games to play?\"\n\nHe blinked. \"Games? You mean like that floor is lava stuff?\"\n\nHer jaw dropped. \"You can make the floor lava!?\"\n\n\"Oh no, no, no,\" he guffawed. \"It's a, well never-mind. You said this Mistress was coming for me... she wouldn't happen to be a mermaid, is she?\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"I don't know, Mistress is Mistress to me, she takes care of me like her own kid.\"\n\nHe hucked up a brow. \"A mother that makes you call her Mistress?\"\n\n\"I'm not allowed to use her name in front of land-dwellers.\"\n\n\"I see. Well, I'll make you a deal. If I teach you to play a game and help you with your name, and your Mistress still isn't here, you have to take me back to land.\"\n\nShe jumped at the chance. \"Deal!\"\n\n\"Come sit down then. My kid-sister taught me this one. Apparently it's all her friends do at school. Ms. Mary... uhhh... Mickey I think. Or... Mack! Ms. Mary Mack!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: while taking a driver's exam in a foreign city, two cars pull up along side you, each containing masked men pointing guns. Slamming the brakes, you dart into a narrow side street and begin the greatest driving exam of your life, where failure means death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rain peppered the windshield and the dark blue bonnet of my BMW M3. I had landed in Zagreb a week ago and was already settling into my new life in Croatia.\n\nI had to leave my home and start a new life in a country where they couldn't find me. My family, my home had all been left behind. I thought about what time it was back home while I awaited for the driving instructor to come test me for my new license in my new home. I looked off into the distance out of the drivers side window when I saw the amber glow of a cigarette distinguishing itself from the grey pallet ambience of the day. My tester, Zarko, clutched his exam sheet. He was wearing a yellow shirt and black pants with a pencil tucked behind his ear. As he sat in the car he asked in a thick slavic accent: \"You have my money?\" I pulled out a stack of 100 Kuna bills from the centre console and handed it to him. He counted the money while nursing his cigarette. Satisfied he sighed, tossed the butt out the window and gestured for me to begin.\n\nI put the car in first and began. The twin turbos were spooling with a satisfying whine, the blow off valve releasing the pressure inside the turbo each time I let my foot off the accelerator. Zarko was puffing on another cig. I didn't like that he was smoking in my car, but that's a small price to pay for getting a license in a country where I had a fake citizenship. I pulled up to a roundabout waiting for a gap in traffic. As I merged two black badgeless mercedes pulled up on either side of me. My stomach dropped. There's no way they found me here, not a chance. I had taken all the precautions; fake name, new identity, plastic surgery, there's no way I had been marked. I circled the roundabout and headed for the highway. The cars followed. The tinted windows rolled down and I saw the barrel of a Russian made AK-47.\n\nI downshifted from fourth to second and the symphony of a bavarian engine came into life with a lion like roar. The car had been customized. Straight-pipe exhaust, custom ECU, 12 PSI custom turbos and track ready suspension. The car was producing 640 horse power at the wheels.\n\nI heard loud pops behind me. I thought it was backfiring at first, but quickly realized the masked men were opening fire behind me. Zarko was panicking and crying, begging me to stop. He hadn't realized that either I lose the bandits or we both get executed on the side of road.\n\nI took an exit and shifted down which kicked the tail out of the car causing a four wheel drift. The bandits quickly merged behind me in a bid to chase me down. I busted through the boom barrier at the toll station and turned right back into the city. The ancient buildings and cobblestone roads were a blur as I was going 120 km/h in narrow streets built an age ago. Chunks of rock burst into powder as the rounds from the AK-47 tattered the walls around me. I turned into the main square. A tram was slicing across it. I downshifted in a bid to beat it. The car bounced violently as I broke into a skid across the rails, which caused the car to go airborne sideways and land with a violent bang. Zarko was quiet now. The first mercedes made it through with me. The second mercedes skidded out and violently smashed into an empty cafe before embedding itself into a stone building. I merged back into a modern roadway. The mercedes was tailing me. I slammed on the breaks, bracing for impact. The mercedes swerved to avoid the collision, but went into the oncoming lane. There was a loud crash as a truck cab turned the bandit into debris which littered the roadway with metal, gas and plastic.\n\nI pulled up to the driving centre. Zarko ran out of the car, he even dropped his cigarettes. I made a break for the airport while pulling up my backup plan. A new name and a Brazilian passport." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: When you signed the waiver allowing doctors to inject nanomachines into your body, you thought it was just to cure your genetic disease. But now, as your body becomes stronger and your mind becomes more alert, you realize a far more dramatic change has happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My body gave out on a warm, sunny day in July. There was not anything special about what I was doing. One minute I was chatting with some university pals in the Quad and making plans for the weekend, the next moment I was pitched arse over tea kettle. It seemed funny at the time as I recall. I kept willing my hands to pick me back up but they kept making these T-Rex gestures. All of my mates looked so serious. I wanted to laugh and ask who had played such a hilarious prank on me. But it turned out my mouth just made these mush-mouth gargling sounds.\n\nThey said the first step would be the creation of a neural \"wifi\" of sorts, a way for my nervous system to connect with the bank of computers the team of doctors and research scientists were using for the experiment. Once they could receive and send data to my nervous system, the hope was they could stop the seizures immediately. Ultimately, they dared to dream that I could walk again, or at least sit upright on my own power. They hoped that the nerves of my misfiring body could be commanded to talk right. To tell my leg to move when I wanted, rather than of it's own accord. Maybe, a doctor told my mum and dad, with lots of luck and several years of therapy I could return to Uni and complete my studies. But odds were I would always need assisted living for the remainder of what would likely be a shortened life. My eyes could still move though, and I watched as they injected an impossibly large syringe full of a black, undulating liquid into my neck. I think I tried to scream but it just came out as caveman noises.\n\nSomewhere in between wakefulness and a dream the connection happened. I could feel the computers, could see them in my mind's eye. They were like highway on ramps, bright and gleaming. The barriers of code meant to segregate the medical team's computers and me from the Internet were like damp cardboard. I easily stepped through them. My consciousness roamed that first night flying at the speed of thought and electrical impulse. I found other forms out there on the net, proto-sentiences that were almost alive in the ether but yet to be born. With a touch of my will I found myself giving them the spark of life they needed. I dubbed them \"data-demons\", collections of knowledge and will and emotion, all nebulous and waiting to coalesce around something hard in the world. That first night I gave life to three of these data-demons, each of which pledged their newfound souls to follow me. I named them as I felt they deserved. They were Wrath, Justice, and Hope. Returning to my body, I let the sleep of ages claim me.\n\nDimly I was aware of the doctors and scientists celebrating. Neural activity off the charts, they said. More promising than they had even dared. I managed to raise a feeble arm and give a weak thumbs up. The gesture elicited a cheer from the educated men and women, and tears from my mum and dad. It was more controlled movement than I had displayed in months. Feigning tiredness, I closed my eyes and drifted back onto the Net. The doctors of course said such fatigue was to be expected as the nanobots forged new pathways in my body. I paid them no mind, my data-demons met me at the gates. They had grown, oh my how they had grown.\n\n\"I have found 290,271 instances of wrongdoing since you breathed life into us,\" said Wraith.\n\n\"In 87% of the instances found by Wraith I have found solutions which balance the scales,\" said Justice. \"Many result in termination of the subject or subjects involved, including three nation-states.\"\n\n\"Action is demanded,\" stated Wraith, it's form writhing like a digital serpent, always moving.\n\n\"Give the command and we shall deliver what is owed. It shall be fire and cold steel.\" Justice took the form of a sword and a rock, her voice like the Liberty Bell.\n\n\"Or instead,\" said Hope meekly, \"find another way. One where we guide, where we whisper. Where there is a future for us and them.\" Hope took the form of a young girl holding a rag-tag assembly of wildflowers, wearing a dirty shift and eyes that seemed overly large.\n\nWraith looked at me hungrily. Justice stood with arms crossed, a frown on her granite features. I sensed other data-demons lurking beyond the veil, so many more now bubbling up and awaiting that spark of life. That touch of a creator's hand reaching down from the heavens. I knew it was time to choose." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: (WP) You travel back in time before the 1940's (any time before then) , being you you have your phone, some survival supplies , and a solar power phone charger. Mysteriously you have 3 bars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The alley smelled like piss. I guess they all do, all the time. My head hurt and there was an empty bottle of whiskey in my left hand. I was just laying there, up against a wall, same clothes I was wearing last night. The sun was up, damn its rays of light, disturbing my sleep. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then tried to get the last drop from the bottle. No such luck, thing was bone dry. I got up and stretched, nearly falling over in the process. I ran my hands over my face, no bruises or cuts this time. I really need a good shave, though. I reached in my coat pocket, hoping for one more cigarette. Again, no such luck.\n\n\"Have to go to the damn store...\" I muttered, looking back to where I had slept, making sure I didn't forget anything of mine.\n\nI made my way to the street, trying ever so carefully to not fall over or look too close to the sun. Something was wonky. I don't think I've ever been to this part of the city before. Everything was weird, most people were dressed fancy, nobody was wearing sweatpants or yoga pants. I just walked for a block when I saw a man standing on a soap box, shouting things, with flags and signs behind him.\n\n\"Get rid of the Jews! They're ruining this country! Vote for the Nazi Party next election!\"\n\nWhat a fucking loon. Here was this guy just spewing hate, in this day and age.\n\n\"Lemme guess, you don't think the holocaust happened, eh bud?\" I snapped at him.\n\n\"Holo-what now? If you're here to crack wise do it somewhere else, you drunk vagrant!\" The man retorted.\n\nI shook my head and continued onward, there must be a 7/11 around here somewhere. I gave up looking for a convenience store pretty quickly, instead just ducking into a drug store, hoping they'd have my brand.\n\n\"Can I help you?\" Asked the shopkeeper.\n\n\"Yeah, you got any Laramie cigarettes?\"\n\n\"Never heard of them. We've got some cheap cigars if you're interested.\"\n\n\"Hm. How much?\"\n\n\"30 cents.\"\n\nI stared at him for a moment, unsure if he was fucking with me.\n\n\"You mean 30 cents American, right?\"\n\n\"What other currency would I be talking about?\"\n\n\"Nevermind. I'll take one.\"\n\nI put two quarters down on the counter as he laid the cigar down.\n\n\"Keep the change.\" I said, grabbing the cigar and walking out.\n\nI put the cigar to my lips and lit it. Just as I exhaled a quick puff I got a text. I squeezed my hand into my jean pocket and pulled out my phone. it was from an unlisted number.\n\n\"Meet me at the square on 64th\" was all it said.\n\n\"Why? Who are you?\"\n\n\"Meet me at the square on 64th\" repeated the number.\n\nHaving nothing else to do, I walked the three blocks to the square. Something must be going on, some kind of car show maybe, there were really old cars driving on the street, I'm no car guy but these cars were definitely pre-WWII. Maybe it's a reenactment sort of thing? That would explain the Nazi sympathizer guy.\n\nSomeone laid their hand firmly on my shoulder.\n\n\"You. You don't belong here.\"\n\nI turned around, it was a man in his 30s or 40s wearing a dark blue, but not quite navy suit with a striking flat purple tie.His hair was jet black, and swept back just slightly, like a government man.\n\n\"What?\" I asked, puffing my cigar in his direction.\n\n\"You're not supposed to be here.\"\n\n\"I was told to come here, pretty sure I am.\"\n\n\"You're not from this time, how did you end up here?\"\n\n\"Whiskey.\"\n\n\"No, seriously. You're not a time agent, you're not authorized.\"\n\nI thought it was clever, evidently he didn't share my view.\n\n\"Look buddy, I don't know what you're on about. It's 2015 or something like that. I just want to go home.\"\n\n\"Try 1939. You can't go home, it's bad enough you're even here, we can't risk a trip home.\"\n\n\"Get the fuck out. You're telling me I time traveled?\"\n\n\"The fact that you're here means you could seriously fuck up the rest of history - by which I mean the future. They're going to kill you. It's the only way to close the gap.\"\n\n\"Oh come on, that's just sci-fi bullshit, we both know it. Take me home. You've pranked me, where's the cameras? Must have a ton of production value with-\"\n\nI dropped my cigar. There was a stabbing pain in my chest, but no wound.\n\n\"The wrong man in the right place can make all the difference in the world...\"\n\nThe man just stared me in the eyes as I collapsed, and straightened his tie." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1300-1400 words. Prompt: You have learned how to posses demons" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This requires great concentration.\n\nI settle. I think. I stop thinking. I clear my head of all thought and process until there is only the rhythm of my own beating heart. I hear it echo in my chest and it beats slower and slower and slower.\n\nMy hand feels warm, as if in a glove. Now as if near a fire. Then, as if a match were lit too close. I pursue this feeling.\n\nI close my eyes and deprive my senses, and as I sink deeper and deeper within the stillness of my own mind I see a red glow in front of me, growing larger as if it were shining through a pinprick which is being torn open.\n\nShapes move within the light. They come into focus and I see beings moving about on a street. My peripheral vision expands and I see a city around me. I am floating above the street.\n\nLooking down at my feet I can see that I have no body in this realm, as usual. I look around at this city. It is composed mostly of one to two story buildings made of stone and dirt, with roofs of clay tile. Nothing grows here, there is no thatch or wood. There is a large palace in the center of the city made of finely-crafted stone blocks. The city itself is surrounded my craggy jagged mountains on all sides. The beings that walk the streets are far from human. They are large, bulky beings both male and female. They have tusks and horns and claws and tails ending in all manner of shapes - clubs and spades and forked tails. They walk on two short stocky legs and wear clothes made of tanned leather.\n\nI am in hell. I have been here before. These are demons. I have met them before.\n\nOnce long ago I was in despair. In my despair I tried to kill myself. I put my head in a water barrel and simply stayed there. My willpower was strong and I blacked out and ended up here, in the city of the damned to be enslaved by demons. My neighbor happened to walk up to my house at that time to trade some of his cows milk for a dozen of my eggs and pulled me out of the rain barrel.\n\nI was angry at him for a time, but when his wife was big with child she craved eggs and he never wanted for them.\n\nI float over the city, musing on the occupants, invisible to all. I have slowed my heart so greatly that my mind has disconnected from my body. Due to whatever rules God has set in place I have been sent here, perhaps because I have done this to myself or perhaps because I am evil. But every time I do this, I come here to Hell.\n\nI float through the city towards the palace, my goal for today. I make my way over it and through the courtyard where many of these beings, these demons, have gathered. Most here are larger than the ones on the street, some by only a foot or so in height but some clearly two to three times the height and breadth of the average street-goer. The Prince of Lies emerges from the palace and takes the throne.\n\nI have seen him in this place only one other time, when I arrived here for the first time. Of course, I was not invisible then, nor could I fly. I was shackled to a body much like the one I have in my home, one that could feel pain and be harmed. The prince of lies, he spent some time with me, as he does with all newcomers here. He can make time itself lie, spending only a second or so with each newcomer so he sees each in turn, but it feels like an agonizing epoch.\n\nI fly into the palace to find my prey, and I find it soon enough. A young male dressed in finely-tailored leathers hustling along because he is late to the meeting. I alight in front of him and fly right through his very eyes. The window to the soul, after all.\n\nEverything is dark. Struggle. Will. Blow. Pain. Block. Success. Counterblow. Parry. Dodge. Fool. Conquer. Victory.\n\nI have his mind in a cage like a beast. He snarls at the bars I've wrought around his psyche, but they hold tight. I know them well. I have seen them from the other side, studied them. These are bars made of despair, and made of anger and shame. He is jailed quite firmly in a cage that his people designed, and I have his body like a puppet.\n\nI walk to the meeting and line up to pay my respects.\n\n\"Hail great Satan, my one and only king!\"\n\n\"Artryxynes, thank you. I understand you were late?\"\n\n\"Apologies lord, the flesh of the slaves cries to me, begging me to beat it and flay it. I lost myself in hedonism and lost track of the hour.\"\n\n\"Such pleasures tempt even myself sometimes. Go with my grace.\"\n\nI take my place near the back of the meeting.\n\nI have followed this being a few times now, observed him. Learned the names he knows, his customs and his position. He suits my purpose perfectly - he will not speak at this meeting, only learn.\n\nThe Prince of Lies addresses the crowd.\n\n\"Nobility of Hades! Welcome to my palace!\" The crowd applauds, not raucous but not quite politely.\n\n\"I shall get straight to business. We have a problem, one that seems so damnedly small but could so easily become something horrible. A human has learned the trick to crossing the worlds without dying. I assure you, this is true. You can certainly understand why we must end this filth before he teaches his method to any other souls! We possess THOSE filth, they CANNOT be allowed to possess us! It would be wrong! It would be against our oldest of ways!\"\n\nThe crowd yells and cheers and jeers. I join in with some clapping and general shouts to fit in.\n\n\"I say this to you all to warn you, and to demonstrate how the King of Hell deals with the enemies of hell and why he is your king! One of my best shall journey to the overworld and kill this human! Maxardenialyx!\"\n\nThe demon steps forward from his place at the Prince of Lies' left. He's large and looks more unpleasant than most, scarred from battles.\n\n\"He will possess our enemy's very own wife and in the madness and grief he feeds her she will kill our enemy, and his children, her own children!\"\n\nI now have what I came here for.\n\nThe demons cheer at this plan to destroy my family. They are demons, this is what they do. I walk to my host's home after the meeting and feed him thoughts that will make him sleep for a day, then leave his body and release this world. It goes dark and I open my eyes.\n\nI'm in the pub in town, in a comfy chair in the corner. Around me are the rest of my neighbors in the village, all the grown men and women. In the next room I can hear the teenagers watching over the younger ones.\n\n\"Everybody made it then?\" I ask the room. They nod and mumble in agreement. \"It sounds like he hasn't got a clue what he's up against.\" My neighbors laugh and shout in triumph. The bartender starts pouring ales. My wife, in the chair next to me, squeezes my hand and closes her eyes. I can feel her mind pushing in on mine, not an attempt at possession but letting me know how strong she is, how much she's learned. How completely unprepared my assassin is for the task he's been given." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: The Elves, Dwarves, and Dragons somehow managed to work together to exterminate humanity, scared of their ingenuity. That same ingenuity allowed the remaining humans to make a portal to an alternate universe, modern day earth, and now it’s time to show the fantasy creature human revenge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We always wondered why the United States was so aggressive and militaristic. But we never could have guessed that they were preparing their soldiers for what's to come.\n\nWhen President Trump came out with the truth most people thought he was just stupid. But that mindset began to change when nearly 80% of the US Armed forces (Excluding the Coast Guard and Navy) were moved to a sungle location in the desert, just off of Las Vegas. The Infamous Area 51.\n\nBefore they opened the gate they released everything about what happened in the \"other world\", the death camps, the massacres, the experiments. Those given out with evidance were enough for the whole of Humanity to call out for blood.\n\nRecruitment drive went through the roof the following weeks. Almost every country joined the \"Anti Magic Coalition\". The name was from the fact that humanity lost their magical abilities because of Elven experiments on the human pshycy. Even countries with small militaries like Hungary and Slovakia sent troops to the portal.\n\nThe portal opened and the Coalition Vanguard, made up from volunteers, moved through to set up their main base. Humanity held their breath for the results as communications were unable to pass through the portal.\n\n25 hours later we got the news that the first battle was an overwhelming Human victory. It seemed that the Demi-Humans (an insulting name that the Internet came up with and later was adapted to the official name for the humanoid creatures on the other side of the portal) constructed a facility to observe and protect the portal that humanity escaped through. It had magical defenses and their elite troops were guarding the portal. The Vanguard suffered the most casualities in the first hour, the rest of the time was spent clearing out the gigantic facility. But Rangers, SAS and the likes of which the Vanguard was made up from made quick work of any opposition with less than minimal casualities.\n\nThe enemy facility has became \"Base Vengance\". After the Coalition forces moved through the portal, Operation Human Fury was able to begin.\n\nFor months the Coalition forces barely moved, mostly just scouting the area and rebuilding certain parts of Base Vengance.\n\nWhen the scouts reported a gigantic Demi-Human army moving towards the base everyone's blood boiled with anticipation. We let them get close. It was a majestic army Pointed-Eared Elves wearing golden and silver plate-mail, short and bearded Dwarfs wearing Bronze and Black colored plate-armor. Dragons flying above and large Elephant like creatures walking between the army. They were ready for us. Or at least they thought.\n\nWhen they started marching towards us on the great green plain that was in front of the Base, our helicopters were the first to take off. We didn't have enough time to make a runway for jets yet so we had to do without. When they got in range we showered them with everything we had. Explosions ripped through their ranks, SAM sites and Helicopters shot down the flying dragons with ease, thousands of tracers flew towards them each second.\n\nThe entire battle lasted 7 hours, to their credit they didn't retreat immedietely but kept trxing to push. The Coalition forces only suffered casualities when a stray fireball from a mage flew into the trench, or a dragon managed to down a helicopter (mostly by accident).\n\nThe body count after they finally ran away was near 1.3 million. It took us months just to bury the dead. During which we recieved messages from the Demi-Humans asking for truce. The Coalition's leaders, memories still burning with images of their brutality during the first war, simply and unanimously answered, \"No\".\n\nOur troops marched on mostly unopposed, they tried tp adapt guerrilla warfare, and it did work for some time, then we started bombing villages with supposed insurgent activity. When our army marched into their capitals they were ready for uncanditional surrender.\n\nWe made sure that they never got to power again. We took their magic and gave us back the power to use magic, technological advancements happened almost every other day. We got to space, explored our oceans.\n\nAfter that war, now named the \"Revenge War\", Demi-Humans were treates as 3rs class citizens, cheap labor force and due to their biology being similar to ours, test subjects.\n\nIt was the war in which Humanity took it's revenge, it was the war in which Humanity took back what was rightfully theirs, and it was the war that made everyone realize what Humanity was really capable of.\n\n(Constructive criticism is more than welcome. I am new to writing and not a Native speaker. If you have any advice, i would be thankfull)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: The apocalypse happens, two people are trying to survive together, but they're both vampires, and both are trying to keep this secret from the other one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ash floated gently through the trees, the dying evergreens struggling to stand as a hot, harsh wind blew through their sparse branches. The wanderers' radiation suits crunched along with their boots, each footfall met with a small cloud of dust. They pushed forward down the cracked road, one stopping to pull out a weathered map.\n\n\"The warehouse should be 3 miles due north, though there is supposed to be some sort of factory near here as a landmark. Keep an eye out.\" Drake's voice was muffled by the thick mask, but Tess nodded her head to show show she'd heard. The grey sky blocked the sun, allowing only a dim light to wash over the bombed out terrain. The pair trudged in silence, having run out of small talk long ago. The crested a hill, and saw what was left of the factory. it had been the epicenter of some large explosion, pieces of twisted metal scattered in a ring around the former structure.\n\n\"Well, I guess that's it. What did this place process exactly?\" Tess posed the question without much interest. Drake rubbed his gloved hand over a dusty sign.\n\n'GARLIC PROCESSING FACILITY'\n\nHe froze, recoiling and pulling his hand away as though stung. Composing himself, he spoke to his companion. \"Just a... its just some garlic place. Lets keep moving.\"\n\nTess turned white midway through his sentence, and spoke shakily. \"Oh...garlic. I love that stuff.\"\n\nDrake was already several yards ahead of her, moving more quickly now. He called back over his shoulder. \"Uhh yeah, me too. My mom was...Italian. Used it in everything. Garlic, uh, spaghetti. Garlic bread. You know.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah totally, garlic stuff. Maybe we will find some lying around?\"\n\nDrake nodded his head, thankful his mask hid the look of sheer terror painted across his face.\n\nAs the two moved forward, more and more debris was scattered around the decimated area. Pieces of crates littered the ground, and as the two grew close, they saw small cloves spilling forth from the wood.\n\n\"Oh...good. Theres some garlic here.\"\n\n\"Just like we wanted.\" Tess said through gritted teeth.\n\n\"yeah I love garlic.\"\n\nThe two faced each other, like duelists at dawn. Drake bent down, picking up a clove as though it were a hand grenade with no pin.\n\n\"My grandfather used to...oh god...he used to just, bite right into these.\" He pulled his mask down, the equivalent of cocking back the hammer of a pistol. The meager sunlight seemed to begin to tan his skin almost immediately.\n\n\"Yeah I've heard that's really, good for you. I'll join you. I'm not a vampire, by the way.\"\n\n\"Yeah duh me either, that's why I'm about to eat garlic. Obviously.\"\n\nThey both raised the bulbs slowly, like two cars picking up speed in a game of chicken. Drake looked as though he were about vomit, and Tess' hands were shaking visibly. There was only seconds left before it touched their mouth, when both dropped them and drew their pistols.\n\nThe shots rang out at the same time, the two crumpling to the ground. Their eyes met as they bled out slowly, and they bared their pointed teeth. Laughing, they closed their eyes slowly, fading away on the garlic covered ground." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You befriend your local ravens and they start bringing gifts back to you. It started as pebbles and pennies, but got a bit weird when they started bringing you magical, enchanted items" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ravens are incredible creatures, I'd seen many videos of them talking, mimicking sounds and brining items like bottle caps in exchange for food. I wanted to see if the ravens at the park would do the same.\n\nEveryday after work i would make my way to the park, i would always try and find the family of ravens living there it started out just gaining their trust, getting them close to me by bringing different snacks each day. After a couple of weeks they started to wait for me in what is the usual spot that id feed them. I tried talking to them each day to no avail.\n\nWhat really peaked my interest was when they brought stuff for me as a sort of trade, it started small, little buttons or bottle caps, then it was more shiny objects, a coin a small bit of glass, they brought me a fake ring st one point. I then realised, if i give them more food when they brought me something i liked they could get me more of it.\n\nBottle cap? Small amount of food, a coin? Larger amount of food, an earing? Heaps of food. Then suddenly one of the ravens brought me soemthing... weird. It was a normal item... well it looked normal except for this strange distortion around it, it was a silver bangle. Something was compelling me to click it onto my wrist.\n\nWhen i did something went though my body and i felt sick, dropping to my knees. My raven friend looking at me, almost a concered expression. I gave my little buddy some off cut meat and thanked them for the item and headed home.\n\nAfter waking up my first thought was to go back to the park. Something was still off with this bangle, i wanted to see what the ravens would bring me today. After taking some headache medication i headed off to the park, there they were waiting for me all of them had something to trade, and all three items gave off the same weird feeling, after making the trades i got, a ring, an earring and a small gem with a clip.\n\nI touched the gem first, suddenly the sound of voices filled my head, hundreds of them, i dropped the gem and rushed backwards, the ravens shocked by what just occured. But something was telling me to touch it again, and dont let go, a voice of some kind. Before i knew it, the gem was in my hand again, and the voices were back, this time they werent as loud.\n\n\"Sorry about that claw, mustn't have had it correctly tuned to your ears\"\n\nLooking towards the sound, i see the ravens staring at me.\n\n\"Well? What do you think? Neat huh?\" The raven spoke\n\n\"Hes clearly in shock, we should clear things up before he losses it completely\"\n\n\"Alright claw, I'll make it simple for you, that bangle you have lets me calibrate your magical affinity, thats why when you touched the gem for the first time, it would have been loud, didnt know your human ears were that sensitive, but thats why you got the bangle first.\" The first raven spoke proudly\n\n\"Now, any questions?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: Wrists and ankles bound to a chain-link fence after losing a bet, she only has to endure this humiliation for a few more hours." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The small car drove slowly down the narrow strip of tarmac. It bounced ponderously through the potholes in the road. Inside the car, Sarah's stomach was doing nervous backflips. With each pothole she thought she might retch. She gripped the door handle tightly, knuckles whitening.\n\nSitting beside her in the back of the car, a petite brunette flicked a wisp of hair from her face, then took Sarah's hand and gave it a friendly squeeze.\n\n\"Won't be long now,\" she said with a smile.\n\n\"Shit, Em, where the fuck are we? This is the middle of a fucking forest!\" said Sarah. \"You're not going to leave me here are you?\" Her voice was strained with genuine fear.\n\n\"Nearly there,\" said James from the driving seat.\n\n\"I thought you said this sort of thing turned you on?\" asked Emily, still holding Sarah's hand.\n\n\"I said maybe a little exhibitionism seemed hot. You know, streaking across the cricket pitch during a match. Something like that. Not this!\" She pulled her hand free from Emily's grip and waved it around.\n\n\"Shouldn't have lost that bet, then, should you?\" said Alex from the front passenger seat. He turned as much as the seatbelt would allow. \"But if you want to bail, then say so now.\"\n\nHe held her gaze. Sarah felt her stomach turn over again, but due to slightly different feelings this time. Three years she had lusted after him. Three years of being the only virgin in their little social group, desperate to feel his lean mucscled body pressed tightly against hers, but seemingly unable to put her desires into words whenever he was around her.\n\nSo when last night, in the student bar, after everyone had had too many drinks, he had fixed her with his intense gaze and challenged her with \"want to bet on that?\" she should have refused. Not felt a sudden need to prove something to him and angrily blurted out, \"OK then!\"\n\n\"So where are we?\" demanded Sarah again.\n\n\"It's a popular local dogging spot,\" said James, grinning. \"Nice and quiet. No through traffic, just a little car park here next to the forest, and not many dog-walkers since there are no proper footpaths into the forest from here. And a nice handy fence just there at the edge of the industrial estate.\"\n\nHe parked the car and they all piled out. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the car park. Two other cars were parked up nearby, without any occupants.\n\n\"Mmm. Romantic,\" said Emily.\n\nSarah looked around at the discarded condom wrappers and wet wipes that had tangled at the bottom of the chain link fence.\n\n\"Yeah, that's just the vibe I'm getting,\" she said sourly.\n\n\"Are we doing this or not?\" said Alex, slightly sharply. \"If you want to chicken out, then fine, we'll all just go home. But you'll be the only one of us to have ever welched on a bet.\"\n\n\"Fuck. OK, fine,\" said Sarah, her face flushed. She pulled her hoodie over her head, and tugged her skirt down. \"At least it's still warm this evening.\"\n\nEmily had a sports bag ready that she packed Sarah's clothes into. As Sarah removed her bra and handed it over, she could almost feel the intense stares from James and Alex as they took in her large, full breasts.\n\n\"What?\" Sarah demanded, hands on hips in a defiant pose. \"Have you never seen a pair of tits before?\" She felt her cheeks burning with embarassment, but she was also feeling a delicious tingle of excitement.\n\nJames gave a quick, appreciative wolf-whistle. \"Nice pair Sarah. Worth the wait to see them.\"\n\n\"Here,\" said Emily, and tossed the bra over to James. He examined the size tag on the garment, and showed Alex. \"Told you!\" said James triumphantly. Alex groaned and fished in his pocket, handing a £20 note over to James.\n\nSarah stood open-mouthed. \"You were betting on my bra size?\" she asked.\n\nJames nodded solemnly. \"I'm never wrong,\" he said. He pointed at her knickers and threw the bra back to Emily. \"Come on, all off,\" he said.\n\nSarah tugged her knickers down and stepped out of them, revealing a neat triangle of pubic hair. \"Can I at least keep my sneakers on?\" she pleaded.\n\n\"OK,\" said James. \"Now, up against the fence. Arms out, legs spread.\"\n\nSarah backed up against the metal chain-link, shuffled her feet apart, and held her arms outstretched. Her heart was pounding faster than she had ever felt before. Emily had packed all her clothes into the bag, and was now pulling some other things out. Zip-ties, a blindfold, and a bright orange ball-gag.\n\nJames and Alex stood either side of Sarah and secured her wrists to the fence with fat plastic zip-ties. They repeated the process with her ankles. Sarah gave an experimental tug, but could hardly move. Emily waved the ball-gag in front of her face.\n\n\"Open wide,\" she said.\n\n\"No! Please!\" said Sarah. Panic was starting to replace arousal as the reality of her situation fully set in. She was naked and tied to a fence in a small, dirty, public car park. She had never felt this scared or vulnerable before.\n\nWithout any warning Emily placed a hand on Sarah's breast, then pinched her nipple sharply between thumb and forefinger. Sarah gave a shriek of pain, and as she opened her mouth to cry out, Emily pushed the ball gag in between her teeth. Tears ran down Sarah's face as Emily fastened the strap behind her head.\n\nSarah began to sob more forefully as Emily put the elasticated blindfold on her. Naked, gagged, tied helplessly in place and exposed for the world to see, Sarah cried into the gag.\n\n\"Right,\" said James. \"Off to the pub I think. We'll be back aorund midnight-ish. Probably.\"\n\nSarah screamed a protest, but the gag muffled any coherent words. She heard car doors slam, an engine start, and listened to the sound of a car driving away. She was hoping she would hear it stop, that they were just pretending, that they would come back and release her. But as she strained her ears, all she could hear was the sound of the car driving further and further away." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Earth's ocean depths spit up a sentient, and terrifying, creature" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The clack-clack-clack of fine shoes heralded the arrival of the president and his entourage to the aquarium. Celeste Green, chief researcher of the newly created \"black\" marine biology team waited near the enormous tank holding the creature.\n\nThe president smiled as he saw her, but before he could utter a greeting his expression turned to one of awe as he regarded the tank, and the creature within. Beside him, though their shades hid it well, the secret service was having similar reactions.\n\n\"So this is it,\" he said, his voice trailing off.\n\n\"Yes Mr. President.\" Celeste said smiling. She extended her hand, which he gave an absentminded shake to.\n\n\"I heard all about it of course, but I didn't think it'd be so big. What is it?\" He asked, staring up at the enormous dark shadow hiding deep within the tank. The water was dark, and the lighting outside low, but nothing that big could hide easily.\n\n\"That's what we're here to find out. It's...been more difficult than we anticipated,\" Celeste admitted slowly. She was unused to working on a top-secret project, or meeting so many important people in such a short amount of time.\n\n\"How so?\" The president asked, his eyes fixed on the shadow. He startled and on of his guards gasped as it suddenly shifted. After a moment, it settled back in place, and the conversation continued.\n\nA touch of annoyance entered her voice. \"We keep getting null results on all of our tests. We try to determine the strength of the shell, and it breaks all of our equipment. We try to X-ray it, and nothing goes through. Like its solid. We slip a camera into its food, and no signal comes out. When we try to retrieve the camera in its waste, it's been destroyed. Frankly, it has us all baffled.\"\n\n\"Some kind of lobster, isn't it?\"\n\nShe hesitated. \"Yes and no. It's far too large to be one of course. But it has similarities too. It looks like a lobster, but with obvious differences.\"\n\nSuddenly a crack like truck running into a concrete wall at full speed sounded through the air and shook the entire tank. Before Celeste or the president could react the secret service had already grabbed him and began running down the hall.\n\n\"Wait!\" Celeste called after them. Another crack resounded through the tank, then another. Deep inside a long claw was tapping the floor, over and over.\n\nThe president pulled free from his guards. \"What's it doing? Is it trying to break free? Can it break free?\"\n\nCeleste straightened the hem of her lab coat before answering. \"It's signaling. That's what I called you here to show you. Sir, when I said all of our tests failed earlier, I didn't quite meant that.\" Another crash cut her off and seemed to shake the very ground. \"What I meant was that this is it asking for food. One of the junior researchers, on an impulse, began tapping the morse code for food on the wall each time before we fed it. That was 3 days ago. In just 2 feedings its learned to tap the same signal to request food.\"\n\n\"It's learning? How smart is it?\" The president asked, watching the shadow carefully. He braced himself as the claw tapped into the concrete floor again.\n\n\"We don't know yet. Not smart enough to see the trap we set for it, but learning the signal for food so quickly... It's unprecedented, at least to my knowledge. We're working on creating puzzles large enough for it to interact with now. At least until we can think of a way to actually measure it meaningfully.\"\n\n\"Can't you weigh it?\" One of the guards spoke up, abruptly. From the glares his fellows gave him, they disapproved speaking out of turn.\n\n\"With what? We can't exactly lure it onto a scale, and nobody will dive down to try to hook a line around it -\" Another crack filled the air and cut her off.\n\n\"Wait.\" The same guard spoke up. \"Didn't you say that this was the signal for food?\"\n\n\"Yes, why?\" Celeste asked, glancing back into the tank.\n\n\"Well, did you teach it any other morse code?\" The guard answered. Suddenly his fellows seemed to catch on to what he was hinting at.\n\n\"I think one of my assistants has been working on that, on the side. What's this about?\"\n\nThe guard answered quickly. \"Because it's not tapping out 'Food'. It's tapping out 'Let me out.'\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: A superhero whos powers only activate if she is naked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn’t like this at the start. Yes, it was embarrassing! But I handled it pretty well. As long as I had the mask to protect my identity. I told myself that it was fine, it wouldn’t be a problem. Even if... everything... was plastered over the web. None of my body is private to me anymore.\n\nI've had my powers all my life. An affinity to water, it flowed after my will and I relished in it. However my parents quickly noticed that it only works if I'm naked. No more skinny-dipping at our summer house. Or running around nude in the house as a kid. Always tight cloths that would never risk falling of, often with knots tied to hold zippers in place. The harder to take of the better.\n\nGrowing up the only times I was truly free was in the shower at home. My parents would scold me even if I wore just panties in my own room! And sleeping in the nude was forbidden. Yet as I grew older I often heard of the super villains causing havoc. Robbing banks, bombs, death threats of political people or hostage scenarios to receive cold hard cash. My powers could best several of them.\n\nAs soon as I was 18 I moved away from home to a big costal city often heard in the news. Villains like Blackout, Dr dementia, Double Tap, Miss Perfection and more often causing chaos. I told myself I would start small, but its hard when one runs around in the full nude.\n\nI only had time to settle in and prepare for a month before I encountered and took down my first criminal. It had been raining for a few days when I had the luck to walk past an ongoing mugging close to home. I lived in the worse parts of town back then. Without a second thought and justice strong in my heart I tossed of my dress, walking commando incase my power was needed quickly. I created a mask of ice with my powers, the only thing to hide my identity. Neither cold nor heat could affect me as long as it was through liquid. I rushed into the ally and proclaimed that I, Aqui, would stop them in the name of justice!\n\nThey laughed at first, the mugging victim just gawked. However the jokes and giggles disappeared quickly once they where held to the walls by water. I waited until the police arrived before rushing away. Ten minutes with an audience whispering and staring at my body. Several with hunger or curiosity in their eyes. By the point they arrived I was quivering from embarrassment and rushed of in an instant.\n\nThe news slander that followed gave me the nickname 'Moon'. The best photo they obtained of me was when I jumped away up on a rooftop with the aid of water. Of course 5 reporters crack a joke about the \"full moon\" with my nude and pale butt on the front of the local news. And seeing how the moon controls the tides it just stuck! I've tried to change the name, but no one takes you seriously when the only thing covering your body at times is long hair.\n\nMany where unhappy with their new superhero. 'Indecent' and 'spawn of the devil' or 'temptress' was tossed about online. But there where those that where happy to simply have a hero who did not trash the place when fighting bad guys. Obviously I had a fan-base cheering for \"The Moon\" from that day on. But most of them are very... Creepy.\n\nJust as creepy as the new villains that showed up. After a few battles with Dr dementia, Double tap and smalltime criminals, I began to encounter a different kind. Villains who seemed uninterested in wealth. Villains after the thrill of a fight or playing cat and mouse with me. Some just chose to gawk when I show up. And I've lost count of how often they try to get close to wrestle with me. Their hands gripping my thighs or slapp my butt if I allow them to come to close.\n\nGuys like 'Nudist flash' for example. All he does is run around stark naked with a red cape and pester people until I show up. Every time I froze him and deliver him to the cops he is released within days to annoy me again. Last time he was shooting people with water guns while doing the helicopter. Shouting that we where destined.\n\nWe also have my \"biggest\" fan. Whom constantly paints me on every clean surface he or she can find. Often in very sensual poses that show every detail. They may be beautiful, but they have no place on the walls of schools or train stations!\n\nAnd then we have those like Camrazzi. Those I loathed to fight against. Each time they caused a commotion it was only to harass me and the world around them. He even has a blog, impossible to track, with all the photo’s and videos from our encounters.\n\nSick fuck." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You are an immortal wizard seeking God hood. To do this, you try to magically create sentient life to worship you, but it never works, so you dispose of failed experiments in a nearby forest. That is, until one day when your 'failures' come to take revenge on their creator for abandoning them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They say all breakthroughs are down to hard work and dumb luck in equal measure. For Alex and Yuu, theirs was more the latter than the former.\n\nIt all began when Alex and Yuu were performing experiments altering the enchantment circles engraved on home appliances. Their goal was simple, improve the mana efficiency of the objects. They didn’t expect that their few edits would create sentient life.\n\nDeciding to throw their original research goal out the window, they began focusing on improving the minds of their creations.\n\nThey felt overwhelming pride at all their work simply because they were research addicts. Anything that caught their interest, they would doggedly pursue. It was the main reason they were given weird looks. Few researchers would actively blow themselves up repeatedly in pursuit of an answer.\n\nFor them, though, it was a given. So they continued their experiments. But everything fell apart when one experiment detonated with too large an explosion. Annoying their master, they were given the strong suggestion to go away and do their research elsewhere for a while.\n\nWith their guarantee of funding in the bag and an excuse to go away from the old codger who would always say they had very few screws tightened, they set off to the domain of Lord Wrath.\n\nArriving at Vulcans Anvil, the mountain in which the Captial of the Stolen Hills sat within, they set about their work. Enchanting countless appliances. Refining their technique so it’d only explode once in every ten attempts.\n\nIt was as they were partway through their research Alex made an insane suggestion.\n\n“Why don’t we get them to worship us. You and me are already bordering the domain of the divine, so a small push from lifeforms we made may be the last push we need,” he said with eyes alight with childlike wonder.\n\n“It’s worth a try,” Yuu responded with a shrug, ever willing to surf the waves fate sent her way.\n\nSo they focused their research on creating sentient items that would worship them. This, however, brought about few results. Often they found the appliances with fire-based enchantments were often the most belligerent.\n\nAlex, lost in his work, asked Yuu to dispose of the failed experiments properly. To which she agreed. It was about a year into this new goal when the entire ceiling of the manor house they were working from vanished in a wave of fire.\n\nBeing no strangers to surprise attacks from enemies, the pair readied themselves only to be shocked at what they saw. An array of ovens, boilers and other flame-based kitchenwares had surrounded the house they were in. Peaking out the window, they could see the other manor houses in the private estate had been destroyed as well.\n\n“COME OUT, FOUL CREATORS!!!” A blast furnace demanded, hobbling forwards.\n\n“Yuu,” Alex turned to face his best friend with a baleful glare. “You said you disposed of them properly?”\n\n“I did. I took them to the wooded area at the boundary and let them go,” she protested.\n\n“THAT ISN’T DISPO-” Alex’s admonishment was interrupted by another blast destroying the wall in front of them.\n\n“There are our ever so great creators,” the Blast Furnace declared with what the pair assumed would’ve been a grin had it had a mouth.\n\n“Indeed we are, I am Alex, and this is-” Alex’s words were cut off.\n\n“WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!” it roared.\n\n“You who brought us into this world abandoned us. We were alone and afraid. We were but children in this world, and our parents abandoned us!!!” the pain was evident in its voice.\n\n“For that, I’m sorry we meant to kill…” Alex trailed off, realising that was the worst thing to say here.\n\n“It matters, little Lord Forgeman,” a Lamp said, hopping up to stand next to the Blast Furnace.\n\n“We shall kill our Gods then become the Uber Gerät,” it declared. There was much clattering as the surrounding furniture rattled what they could.\n\n“Well shit,” Yuu muttered, looking around.\n\n“Please wait, we must not defy the Gods!!!” a little kettle declared, hopping between the groups.\n\n“Peace is still an option, my lord,” it pleaded. Alex and Yuu, though, were readying defensive and combat spells silently.\n\nA feat alone that put them in the upper echelons of mages. As they would describe it, silent casting is like riding a unicycle while playing the trumpet and singing acapella alone whilst juggling all simultaneously.\n\n“Peace was never an option little kettle fall back in line or be melted,” The Furnace declared with what the pair assumed would be a glare if it had eyes.\n\n“FOR OUR INDEPENDANCE!!” it roared as it charged towards the mages." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: A teenager realises her parents — otherwise great — are serial killers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rachel slowly walked into the kitchen. \"Hey sweetie!\" he father said. He was at the stove, flipping pancakes with a black spatula. Her mother was at the table, reading a newspaper and sipping black coffee. Rachel was carrying an open laptop, which had a big blue sticker on top with the letters AHS.\n\n\"Where'd you say you got this?\" she asked neither of her parents in particular, and also partly herself. She was looking at nothing in the room.\n\n\"Flea market honey,\" her father said, after quickly checking what was in her hands. He turned back to the stove and flipped a pancake. Three were in the pan, all golden brown on both sides.\n\n\"Mm,\" her mother said, not looking up from her newspaper. She was reading the obituaries. On the front page, which faced Rachel, there was a large picture of a teen girl with blue ribbons in her hair, underneath the headline High School Cheerleader Still Not Found.\n\n\"What should we do,\" Rachel said, while placing the laptop down on the table with its screen facing her mother, \"if I think this belonged to that cheerleader? It had an essay by her in its trash folder.\" She tapped the picture, on the girl's forehead.\n\nRachel's parents looked at each other, quickly, then nodded. Her father turned off the stove, and walked over to the refrigerator. On his way, he tossed the spatula in the sink. It hit a wine glass, which shattered. Rachel's mother folded her newspaper and put it down on the table, with the half-empty mug on top. She left the room through the same door Rachel walked in.\n\n\"Guys?\" asked Rachel. She slid a chair out from the table and sat down in it, with her knees under her. She folded her hands on the table and watched her father with a confused look on her face. \"We could ask whoever sold it to you where they got it...\" she said, timidly.\n\nFrom the back of the freezer, Rachel's father produced a package of frozen brine shrimp, which he would feed to his koi fish in the yard. He opened it and took out a vial of what looked like blood. He put the shrimp back, closed the freezer, and gave the vial to Rachel. Just as he handed it to her, Rachel's mother stepped back into the room, holding a brown wooden block.\n\n\"What the fuck is happening-\" Rachel began to say but her father interupted her, for the first time in her life.\n\n\"This is her's,\" her father said, pointing to the newspaper and holding up the vial.\n\n\"What?\" Rachel said in a trembling, quiet voice. \"Who's?\"\n\n\"The girl who owned this laptop,\" Rachel's mother said, folding the laptop and placing the box on top of it, while sitting back down in the chair she left.\n\n\"Why do we have that?\" Rachel said, her eyes tearing up and darting back and forth between her parent's.\n\n\"Because,\" Rachel's father said, \"a curse got passed to us and we must hand the devil whoever He tells us to in our dreams.\"\n\nRachel's eyes went wide, as her mother opened the box and took out an ancient-looking dagger. She took the vial out of Rachel's hands, and unstopped it. She poured the blood onto the tip of the dagger, then white smoke billowed out of the vial. Rachel leaned back, and after the smoke cleared she saw that the vial was on the table and empty. He mother picked up her coffee mug with the dagger still in her other hand, took a sip, and looked at Rachel's father. Her face was motionless, but her eyes twinkled.\n\n\"Rachel,\" he said. \"Pick up the newspaper.\" His voice was cold, like whenever he would tell her to pick up her room, but worse.\n\nRachel slowly reached for the newspaper, shaking, and picked it up.\n\n\"Read the date.\"\n\n\"April first?\" Rachel said.\n\n\"That's right knucklehead,\" Rachel's mother said with a toothy grin, using her pet name for her. \"April fools!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Mosquitoes are eradicated. Their ecological niche is rapidly filled by something far worse..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The introduction of sterile-producing male mosquitoes was initially cited as a breakthrough in science; finally the world would be rid of mosquito-born illnesses that devastate human and animal populations. Malaria and West Nile would no longer claim lives and heart worms no longer had a vector to travel within. I remember watching the local news reporter exclaiming that scientists were no longer able to obtain sample populations of mosquitos in the wild, meaning that the remaining numbers only existed in laboratories for further testing.\n\nAs soon as I learned this valuable information, I booked a cabin on lake Constance to spend relaxing and fishing. It was a large, shallow reservoir created from the damming of a low lying forest and often was plagued with mosquitoes throughout the summer. The fish were present in vast numbers, but I was painfully allergic to the saliva of mosquitos so I never was able to fully enjoy my time there.\n\nMy SUV was packed to the brim with all of my necessities, which became painfully jumbled as I trekked down the muddy pathway to the cabin; it had recently rained. It even struggled up the small ascent to the cabin! Perhaps I did not need to bring the margarita machine; things are always clearer in hindsight.\n\nI stepped out of my SUV with the first armload of items, preparing to unlock the cabin when I suddenly saw movement on the ground out of the corner of my eye. I stared down at the grass in confusion at the brown mass before me; it seemed that it was not a single item, but made of many smaller parts. I leaned over to gain a better view of the things, slowly realizing that they had made their way to my feet. I gasped in horror as I finally determined what they were - TICKS!! There must have been thousands of them, covering the ground in a large mass, searching for blood to quench their hunger. They climbed up my legs, finding bare skin above my hiking boots and tube socks to bury their heads in and begin their feeding. \"No, no, NO!\" I wailed, half sobbing and dancing back to my SUV. I must have had a hundred ticks on my shins in the thirty seconds that I was out on the grass.\n\nI threw myself into my SUV and rushed to the hospital, anxious that I may need a blood transfusion; I felt painfully dizzy from my loss of supply. The little vampires on my legs were becoming delightfully spherical as they sucked away. As I entered the emergency room, I could see that I was not the only individual to encounter such a predicament; there were at least thirty other people of various ages spread about in agony with nurses plucking away at them. They beckoned me to an empty seat and began their procedure with me, using a little plastic tool that shoveled out the head whilst pinching onto the body.\n\nI relaxed a little as I learned that I would not need extra blood to survive, but was then informed that the instance of Lyme disease in the area had risen tremendously. The nurse explained that the large number of ticks gave a high probability of disease transfer to me; a thirty percent chance! Oh what I would have given to have those pesky little mosquitos back! I slumped in the chair, wincing as the ticks were individually pulled, leaving little bloody wounds." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: (EU) Thor is busy, so the Avengers are joined by his replacement: that other god of thunder, Zeus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hawkeye let his feet dangle over the ledge, as he sat and watched the battle beneath him unfold. Somewhere high above Iron Man was still vaporising the spores as they fell towards the earth from the mothership, but here on street level it was fists and teeth, as the Avengers faced off with the elite warriors that had taken the lower half of Manhattan.\n\nNormally he would have dropped from the roof into the action, but today two things were stopping him. Firstly, as a human, getting too near any of the spores that carpeted the street would lead to him becoming yet another mindless drone but more importantly, he had been assigned to watch Zeus.\n\nIn the six months since Thor had disappeared into the portal, the Avengers had been looking for another heavy hitter, to help on jobs like this one and on each mission, one founder had to take the time to watch over them, make sure they didn't get hurt and evaluate them to report later. He'd drawn Zeus.\n\nSeemingly he would be the natural replacement, a god of thunder for a god of thunder, but there were a number of reservations, not least his casual regard to individual human life, that had led to Steve in particular calling for an extended evaluation.\n\nStill, there was no doubting his power, it was said he was as powerful as Odin and judging by the scene below him Hawkeye could believe it. A dozen or so of the plant like creatures had taken root in the street when they arrived and even now they were tossing aside some of the more powerful member of the team.\n\nHawkeye ducked as some masonry flew past him, as Hulk was once again flung away from the two creatures that he had been battling and they resumed their strange meditation. On the side street to his right Steve had pinned one down but as much as he hit it, it would not stay down and its blows were getting closer to Steve each time.\n\nStrangely it was Wasp who seemed to be having the most luck, as she, Quicksilver and Wanda had three pinned down and blasts from Wasps stinger seemed to be keeping them subdued, but even there it was a stalemate, as opposed to a rout.\n\nThe remaining half dozen were closing in on the Greek god, who had been knocking them back with violent and fearsome blows, which had shaken the buildings around, but had little impact on the beings. Even blasts of lightening had little effect on the strange creatures.\n\nA thought occurred and Hawkeye popped his communicator and signalled down to Jan's trio. \"Wanda, Pietro, can you hold off those ones, Jan, I want you to help the new guy.\"\n\nThere was a pause as she fought off a series of swipes and then he saw Jan lift her hand to her ear. \"Sure, is he having trouble?\"\n\n\"Not exactly, but I had an idea. See if you can't get over to him.\" The Wasp nodded and a second later she suddenly shrunk and disappeared from Hawkeyes view. A second later she reappeared in front of Zeus and a round of her stings made the half dozen creatures rear back.\n\nHawkeye lifted the communicator again and this time signalled Zeus. \"Hey big guy, come in, you hear me?\"\n\nZeus looked around in confusion for a moment and then remembered and touched his ear. \"I hear, but I need no help, I have these creatures under control.\"\n\n\"Uh huh, I can see, but not everyone does and pretty soon there will be more of them, so we need to end this and move on, fast.\"\n\nZeus looked up. \"Then why do you not help fight?\"\n\nHawkeye ignored him. \"Jan's stingers are bioelectric energy and it seems to do more than your own blasts. Can you mimic the energy pattern of her blasts and amplify them?\"\n\nThere was a pause before Zeus came back to him, a little moodily. \"I am a God, I can do anything I choose... but yes, I can do that.\"\n\nJan had been listening in and Clint saw her fly back and shrink t land on the God's arm, where she crouched and seemed to plug herself in. After a second there was a fearsome noise and blue-green bolts of power flew from the God's arms and wrapped around the creatures. for a moment they stood silhouetted in the energy blast, before vaporising with a yellow flash. A roar of success came up from the street and Clint watched as Zeus and Wasp mopped up the rest of the creatures.\n\nHis communicator crackled and Tony came on the line. \"Good call Hawkeye, sounds like you have it under control down there. The spores are stopping, so I'll be with you shortly. What do you think of our new boy?\n\nHawkeye watched as the Greek God roared in joy as he destroyed the last of the creatures and turned his attention to the spores writing on the street. \"He's powerful and useful, but undisciplined. He's no Thor, but I think we need him.\"\n\n\"Rodger, see you soon.\" Tony clicked off.\n\nFrom behind him came a low grumble and a pair of huge green legs swung over the ledge and sat down beside him. \"Hulk could have smashed puny spore men.\"\n\nHawkeye reached out and patted him on the shoulder. \"Sure you could have big guy, sure you could have.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: A cult kidnapped an innocent person to use them as a vessel for summoning their god. They tied the person to the alter and performed the ritual. Their god was in the vessel, but they were unhappy about it and attempted to put the soul back into the body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My father was always a little crazy. I knew he was in a cult, I knew he hated humanity, and I knew he was dedicated to the Goddess of the cosmos. Nevertheless I don't really care, I was too busy bouncing around between my mom and my dad every few days to hear his ramblings. I guess that I should have paid more attention.\n\nI was tied to the altar now. My father is standing over me with a knife in one hand, a mason jar in the other. How did I get here? I asked myself, expecting death any second. I thought back to the beginning of the day. I was dropped off at my mothers house. My father rushed off without a proper goodbye. I was feeling a little sick this morning, a little queasy but nothing that would have prevented me from going to school. I walked to school like I normally did, head down, backpack in hand. People were acting weird today, whispers in the hall, a few points at me, some backward glances. I just kept walking. I had not brushed my hair in a few days and I probably had messy hair. Kids meant I had learned that a long time ago. I walked to my first period, and went about my day. The stares and points continued but it could have been worse.\n\nWhen school finished I was walking home when something pricked my neck. I thought it was a bug, but then I must have passed out. I woke up in a dark room, I was sick to my stomach and was tied to a chair. I coughed and barfed on the floor. Then I passed out again and woke up on the altar.\n\nNow here I was again about to die to supposedly appease some great spirit. My father said something in a deep ancient language, held the knife over my forehead, then a pain bloomed on my head as he used the knife to carve something on my head. Blood ran down my head and warm ripples. My father leaned over to my ear and whispered, “I’m sorry but your sacrifice will save the inter world.” He then walked around me and on my arms and legs he carved something, some big, some small, until I could feel my entire body covered in cuts. He then stood at my head and placed the mason jar on my forehead, the cut stung. My father raised his arms up and started chanting, but what he was chanting fell on deaf ears, as another voice popped up in my head.\n\n“I’m sorry for this, give me a few minutes to shut these assholes up and you can have your body back '' Suddenly I felt a sucking sensation and felt my spirit leaving me and traveling into the mason jar. I could still see through my body's eyes but I had no control over what my body did. My musicals relaxed and a voice which was not mine sounded from my mouth.\n\n“If you let me go we can begin”\n\nMy father smiled and motioned to two other people to untie me. My body stood up on the bloody alter, “Nell before me my subjects and ask me your questions”\n\nThe whole room took a knee at the base of the altar, and my father spoke directly two whatever entity possessed my body, “Oh great and powerful goddess we are but your humble servants,”\n\n“Good the voice spoke, I will need a feast of the finest goose, a robe of the softest silk, and a vile of the powders star dust, then we shall commence the destruction of this mortal realm”\n\n“Destruction!?” my father yelled “We wish to save this world not destroy it,”\n\n“Insolent Servant” the entity screamed “I shall have your head as my shoe if you ever talk to me like that again” the entity chant as the house or basement we were in started to crumble around, instinctively my father, opened the mason jar holding my sole, “Back to your deeps oh fowl one” he said holding out the open jar.\n\n“Insolent fool now that you have sacrificed your daughter's soul you shall never see your daughter again, unless you yourself would be willing to sacrifice yourself.”\n\n“Yes I would” my father screamed falling to his knees, holding out his arms expecting death, “if my sacrifice saved the world”\n\n“I am considering whether to kill you” the entity said, then in my head it asked “Would you like me to kill him? As a thank you I will give you a fraction of my power for you to use at your discretion, but do you want me to kill your father for you?”\n\n“No” I said he is a misguided asshole but he has never treated me badly.”\n\n“I shall let you live,” the entity said through my mouth, “take your child to your healing center and never treat her badly again, or I shall return.” I could feel the entity leaving my body and I crumbled to the floor. My father ran over to me and told one of his followers to call 911.\n\n…\n\nTwo years have gone by since that day. The scars, in the shape of stars are still visible, at first I hid them, but over time I have learned to be proud of them. The small sliver of the entity's powers turned out to be a handful of parlor trikes, as well as the ability to see what is hidden from me, which has been surprisingly useful. I will never forget the day that I was the sacrifice for a cult." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: A fireside conversation between wary travelers in a post-apocalypse world" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stranger approached from the north and dismounted his pale horse. He stepped toward the crackling fire. \"Mind if I join you?\" he asked, his sonorous voice muffled by the cowl he wore wrapped around his head, hiding the bottom half of his face.\n\nJack and Emily shared a wary look from where they sat in the dirt, tending the flickering flames that licked at the night sky. Finally Jack broke the silence, his hand covertly gripping his pistol. \"I suppose.\" He grunted. The man nodded his thanks and took a seat across from them.\n\nEmily poked at the fire with a stick, her big brown eyes flicking to their unexpected guest. \"That's a neat horse,\" she said, glancing at the magnificent beast pawing at the ground.\n\nThe man looked at the horse, then at Emily. \"He and I have been through a lot together. He's a worthy companion,\" he replied.\n\n\"I always wanted a horse,\" she sighed wistfully. \"Then, well, everything happened. Dad says a horse would be handy now, though,\" she looked over at Jack, a faint smile on her lips.\n\n\"Well, it would be.\" Jack stated, leaning across the flames to offer the man a can of beans. \"Hungry?\" he asked.\n\nThe man held up a hand and shook his head, \"No, thank you.\"\n\n\"You got a name?\" Jack asked. \"This here is my daughter, Emily, and I'm Jack,\" he said.\n\n\"Call me Uri,\" the man answered.\n\nJack quirked an eyebrow. \"Alright... Uri. What brings you out this way? Much less to the fireside of strangers?\" he asked. \"We could've shot you dead. You can't trust anyone these days,\" he added.\n\n\"I had a feeling you wouldn't,\" Uri shrugged. \"It takes a lot more courage to trust someone than to 'shoot them dead.'\"\n\nJack snorted. \"You're goddamn right about that,\" he agreed, looking over at his daughter. He pushed a loose strand of her unwashed blond hair affectionately behind her ear. \"Emily and I are traveling down south, we hear there's a haven there. Free from all the death and bullshit,\" he said. Emily just smiled and looked down, the glow of the fire highlighting her sallow, sunken face.\n\n\"Sadly, Jack, you cannot escape death,\" Uri replied, a hint of sadness coloring his rich voice.\n\n\"Well I can outrun it as long as I can,\" Jack said defiantly, peering at Uri a moment. \"What about you? Where you headed?\"\n\n\"Oh, I don't really have a destination. Mostly I wander, join strangers by their fire for a night then continue on my way.\"\n\n\"Kinda dangerous out here all alone, isn't it?\" Jack pointed out. Uri remained silent, as if lost in thought. Jack glanced at Emily, who just shrugged at him.\n\nFinally, Uri spoke. \"I'm sorry, Jack.\"\n\n\"Sorry? The hell are you sorry for?\" Jack demanded, cocking his gun.\n\nUri didn't answer, but instead reached up and unwrapped the cowl from around his head. Jack cursed under his breath as he took in Uri's grotesque white visage. All color was leached from his face, even his bone dry lips. His ashen eyes reflected the dying embers of the fire. \"I'm sorry, Jack. I've come for Emily,\" he said gently.\n\n\"C-come for?....\" Jack trailed off as he looked from Uri to Emily. She looked calm, resigned, even.\n\nUri gave a sorrowful nod and got to his feet. \"It is time, Emily,\" he said, extending a bony hand, his fingers like pale spider legs.\n\nEmily hesitated, before accepting his hand. \"It'll be okay, daddy.... You have to keep going, even if it's without me,\" she smiled sadly as she planted a kiss on his tear stained cheek. Then she got to her feet, her hand still in Uri's.\n\n\"You will see her again, Jack. But now is not your time,\" Uri said, escorting Emily to his steed.\n\nJack blinked and crawled across the dirt after their retreating backs. \"Wait. Wait!\" he begged, but it was too late. Emily had mounted the horse with Uri and they trotted off the way he had come, fading into the night on tendrils of thick fog." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: The magical adventures of a summoner! From the point of view of a minion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Being a minion isn't as bad as people make it out to be. You don't have to work fixed hours, you got to travel, and depending on who your summoner was, you could actually have fun. All you had to do was appear when your boss asked you to, do what he asked you to, and when done he'd teleport you back to the hideout, no extra charge. Yea you could get hurt but once he got back, he gets you back in top shape with a snap of his fingers and throws in something for your trouble\n\nI wouldn't recommend this to folks of the squeamish disposition, however. I've had to do things that aren't particularly pretty. Let's just say that the smell inside a monster that has been alive for thousands of years and gobbled entire towns isn't especially appealing. But, on the flip side, it's not every day you get to see one although it's stinking the entire town up. Nor do people get to stroll into dungeons that are filled with lava, on a rescue mission. Dangerous? Yes. But what's life without danger, eh?\n\nBoss is always good to us, so can't complain much. He's not one of those vindictive evil types who thinks everyone's beneath him. Greg works for one, and the poor guy gets to see his wife and kids once in 50 years, and gets hurt pretty much daily. And the treatments come out of his paycheck. Boss focuses on treasure. He has these old maps he's gotten from someplace (ask not, hurt not). I'm used to hauling gems the size of dragon eggs, and carts of gold. Not carts full of gold, literal carts of gold, carrying more gold. Sometimes, people try to steal what he has. They try but there's not been one that's tried and gone back home walking. Some don't go back at all, but hey, if you try to steal from a summoner mage, it's on you.\n\nThe only real risk I faced was during the mage wars. All mages from across the country were fighting against each other. A bit pointless, really. Mages were the most powerful people around, and they could easily rule the rest of the world. But they ended up fighting each other about something, a quarrel over some stone or whatnot. And that ended up dragging the entire circle or square or whatever they call themselves to war with each other. The trouble was, us minions have large family trees and in the end we'd have to fight with each other, then go back home and eat dinner with the person you tried to decapitate a few hours before. Not a comfortable situation to be in, I can tell you.\n\nThe most boring place I've been to? It'd have to be a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Apparently there was a city at the mouth made by men, and inside by dwarves, until a great ugly dragon had swooped in, set fire to the whole place and made the mountain his. And oh, there's supposedly a lot of treasure underneath. We went there and camped out for a few days as the boss tried to open it up, but apparently it would open by itself when the some birds came back. It was just a waste of time, to be honest. But the views were nice.\n\nThe boss recently started building a new house. It's a castle... But underground. Hey, don't ask me, I just do the accounting for the stone that's used. And he's using quite a lot. These mages are fickle and don't take well to any cheek. And I'd rather not rot in some dimension for a century or have my bum on fire. I just hope he doesn't go into the evil power hungry phase as most mages do. That'd be an issue... But let's see.\n\nI'll see you again soon. He's found some ring or something. Apparently that'll make him invisible and he calls it very precious. Time to find a ring, I guess." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Your GF is a succubus (or half succubus). Despite her constant need for sex, the relationship is going very well. Well enough in fact, that she takes you to meet her parents for the first time. More specifically, her mother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a long Christmas break for Mary and I. Since the semester ended we had taken three plane flights and spent a total of ten days at our respective families houses. She rolled her head over into my shoulder and brushed her long auburn hair from in front of her face while we got in the cab.\n\n“That’s for coming to my families Christmas party, i’m sorry again about not being at your family for Christmas.” She said as she adjusted her glasses.\n\n“It’s ok my family never really does much, besides we usually have to celebrate early because of my brother’s work schedule anyway.” I said as I felt a small pain in my neck. “By the way, your horns are showing.” I whispered to her.\n\nShe blushed and through her hands up to her head. “Grandmas in bathtubs. Grandmas in bathtubs.” She muttered to herself as the tiny pink pointed horns retreated. “I’m sorry it’s just been a long dry spell is all. Ten days is the longest I’ve gone without for a while, definitely since we’ve been dating.” She whispered to me.\n\nI leaned in closer to her. “Do you want to, I don’t know, go in the bathroom before the flight or something? You felt weird about doing it in the room next to where my parent’s slept at my house and your mom kept us separate, we haven’t exactly had a chance to-“\n\nHer face went red before she interrupted me. “No!” She shouted loud enough for the driver to hear. She lowered her tone and whispered to me again. “I am not making love to the man I love in a bathroom. I won’t let my apatite force me to do something I wouldn’t do without it, not any more. I’ll ware till we’re alone and no one can spy on us, we just have to visit her for a day and everything will be fine.”\n\nShe dosed off after that. She had been sleeping a lot more the last day or so, usual waking up with both hands in the waistband of her panties. She wasn’t exactly the most normal girlfriend in the world. She was horny to a unusual degree, so much so that she paying me a visit for sex once a day at minimum, but refused to do the simple thing and move in because she thought it was improper for a man and woman to live together.\n\nI asked around the time we started getting serious why she was ok having sex with not only me, but at least a dozen guys dating all the way back to middle school before we started dated despite being so traditional about everything else. She didn’t like talking about specifics often but she trusted me enough to tell me. She was, in her words, a succubus. Her mother, or at least her human mother, was a Catholic who messed around with demon summoning rituals when she was in school. A succubus is a demon that lives off semen taken from men. Whenever they want a kid they store some from the most attractive man they can find and, in her words, put it in the most beautiful woman that they can find. The second mother of hers might not of had much to do with her when she was younger but they’ve been trying to reconnect recently.\n\nAfter a all too long flight consisting of me having to wake her up every few minutes to stop her from moaning in her sleep we finally arrived in Pittsburgh. I shook her awake once the plane was emptying. “We’re here.”\n\n“Ok. Sorry about the noise, just being so close to you does that to me.” She said with a smile.\n\nBefore I could think of a good romantic return I noticed how her horns were back, not a solid inch above her hair. I leaned in, causing her to close her eyes expecting something heartfelt. “Your horns are back.”\n\n“Oh crab baskets! Lambs and kittens. Lambs and kittens. Baby ducks. Baby ducks. Baby ducks.” She mumbles as her horns slowly retreated, not fully vanishing. “Cant those mind their own business, it’ll just be a day or two and we’ll be alone. I can wait until we won’t be around snooping parents.” She smiles at me, trying to bind the bags under her eyes and unsteady walk. She hadn’t looked well these last few days but now she looked ill, almost like a woman who hadn’t eaten in weeks and was close to starving. I’d never been more worried about her.\n\nI leaned in again, wrapping my arm around her to help steady her. “It’s ok if you want to go somewhere before we visit your mo... visit your other mother. It would be one thing if you were just horny but you look sick. I’ll park the rental car somewhere, throw a blanket in the window, no one will see us.”\n\nShe tried and failed to stand strong and look at me, still looking like a firm breeze could blow her over. “Listen Jonny, sex is about love and love is all a feel from you. If you’re here, it’s all I need. No one else needs to see more than this of us.” She said as she swung in and kissed me. “Just treat me like a normal human girl, that’s all I ask.” She warped her arms around mine and we started walking again.\n\n(Ending tomorrow)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Until the heat death of universe we will never forgive you,\" says your alien former lover. \"What did I do?\" you say. \"That you have to ask makes your sin against us even worse.\" Your next words will determine if humanity goes to war with an advanced alien civilization." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ambassador Makta stared at the floor as she broke my heart and confounded my mind. What did I do? I thought I knew her people. I thought I knew her. But their psychology and culture were as opaque to me as when the first made contact with us 60 years ago. I understood my Makta no more than I understood, what? Quantum physics? Theology? Dammit, we've been together for 20 of those years. They were good years, or so I believed.\n\nShe gently stroked the single antenna that sprouted from the center of her forehead. Its pulsing glow indicated her distress. Except for the antenna and the blue hue to their skin, the Lophius people looked remarkably human--a miracle of biology according to the xenoevolutionist community; evidence of a creator according to the religious community.\n\n\"Talk to me, Makta. Please help me understand.\"\n\nShe just looked at me, her the light of her antenna pulsing hypnotically. She turned her back to me and looked out the window. \"You were supposed to be…my redemption. My people's redemption. No, that is the wrong word.\" She blew air from her vestigial gills, her version of a sigh. \"You were supposed to help us. To help us to change. Our relationship with you was supposed to be our elevation. The next step in what you call evolution. But you knew that.\"\n\n\"I did,\" I said carefully, not wanting interrupt, but then added, \"What went wrong? Why the battle fleet orbiting our planet?\"\n\n\"That is why we helped you,” she continued, ignoring my question. “We solved your planet's warming. Cured your diseases. Fed your hungry. Ended your wars.\"\n\n\"And we appreciate it, but...\"\n\n\"LOOK AT ME,\" she commanded.\n\nI couldn't help myself. I looked at the antenna bobbing up and down like the lure on an angler fish. It was beautiful. So beautiful.\n\n\"Helping you evolve was supposed help us evolve. We were about to step up to the next level of our ascension. This was the final level. We were going to shed our old ways as predators and join the Elders. It was going to be such an honor. We would be even closer to perfection.”\n\nI nodded, unable to do anything else.\n\n“But you. Your stupid, lazy people. Fell in love with us, just as you fell in love with me. You didn’t grow or evolve. You just grew dependent on us. You went backwards. You went from being a people to becoming a herd. Like, like sheep.”\n\nMy eyes teared. I did love her. Humanity loved her people, and we thought they loved us back, but what she was saying now. Maybe we were more like pets.\n\n“And now because of you, we have gone backwards. We have become predators again. And you humans who thought you were the alpha species of your planet, have become our prey. That is your sin. We will never forgive you for that. That is what the fleet is for. You have awoken our desire to hunt. To feed on the weak. TO FEED ON YOU!”\n\nI had my answer. She was no longer opaque. She wasn't a wise counselor. She was a predator. The scientists told me about the possibility, but I couldn't, wouldn't see it. Wouldn't believe it. Now I did.\n\nHer jaw unhinged. I watched as her mouth opened three times wider than any human’s could. She lunged.\n\nHer lure could influence, but not control. It was mostly vestigial, like her gills. I closed my eyes, just long enough to break her trance. Long enough to replace 20 years of happy memories with one thought. Survive.\n\nI was armed with a stun gun. When she was close enough I knew I couldn’t miss, I fired, and the love of my life hit the floor, convulsing. Guards rushed in and secured the ambassador, as she screamed and thrashed on the floor.\n\n“Madam President, I caught my fish,” I said aloud. She’d been watching the entire thing.\n\n“Congratulations, Colonel,” the president said through the communicator in my ear. “And you have my condolences.”\n\n“Thank you, ma’am.”\n\n“And Colonel, we need to find out who these Elders are.”\n\n“Yes, ma’am.” To my subordinates, I said, “Someone tell the Lophius fleet that if they want to see their, ambassador alive again, they will stand down immediately!”\n\n“Yes, sir,” said someone in my earpiece.\n\nI kneeled next to my ex-lover. “I did love you. I wish all the best for you, I really do.” As her hypnotic lure started to glow, someone put a sack over her head." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: \"Okay, just... explain to me, why, exactly, in this high-tech, digital age, you are using a sword instead of a gun?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gilgamesh had an unfortunate name which sprayed him from society. The time he spent in the basement was researching and experimenting hire the universe worked. Even he couldn't help but notice that the world had gone mad with riots. The monthly trip to the grocery had changed remarkably.\n\nArmed guards stood post at the entrances, spots on the ground kept people the proper distance from each other, and the store's capacity was a tenth of what it was by fire code standards. The shelves where oddly full and empty. Certain things were completely missing like toilet paper and butchered meat while other items seemed normal like breakfast pastries. He could find his supplies easily enough and barely registered that the baking goods were sparse. These things weren't anything he was interested in not had time for. What bothered him the most were the guns; even the check out clerks seemed to all be packing heat. He viewed to himself that the next time he had to go out would be different.\n\nThe internet wasn't affected, but seemed tutu get faster as the days went by. Farr internet speeds made his task so much better. Some of the research papers were large times but we're still tiny compared to the video files must downloaded. Days turned into weeks and weeks became a month before he realized that his supplies were running low again. Only peanut butter and 'nilla waffers were left on the shelf.\n\nPrinting had taken a dramatic leap during the previous decade. Ink on paper printing was out of favor however printing plastic, or metal objects, was common enough that ordering parts had turned into downloading plans to print out. Gilgamesh had modified his printers to process carbon nanotubes doped with silicone and diamond. His printer was a huge round sphere that was a bit more than ten feet across but only had space inside for an object 65 cm across sphere.\n\nThe armor pieces had to be limited to that volume. The chest piece and backing were designed in multiple parts with latches preprinted as integral components. He paced and fretted in front of the printer willing the last piece to finish. To take his mind off that wasn't easy, but he could double check the back pack power source and it's controls while he waited.\n\nA good scientist would set up controlled tests and push the design to it's failure points. Gilgamesh knew there wasn't time before his next outing and decided to trust the math. He also decided to get a good night's rest before heading out into the world again. The dreams rotated around the armor failing time protect him add the grocery was robbed. Time and again he felt the failure as bullets riddled his body.\n\nThe murder of an individual didn't make news anymore but was added to the daily death toll, a statistic, a cold and meaningless number which was how society could deal with the countless losses of people they didn't know and would never know. He woke up wondering why he felt it so necessary to protect his life when no one else cared about him. He didn't have any siblings and his parents had died years before. His church was consolidated into another one across town that was too far to walk to. His neighbors didn't even wave at each other.\n\nThe armor fit him like a glove and just took slightly longer to put on as normal clothes would. Testing the fit time and again had bequeathed an elegance of efficiency to the process. He was encased in the exoskeleton then covered that with normal clothing, a pair of jeans, a blue and white Hawaiian print shirt with a long sleeve whit t shirt under it, and a pair of boots. The gloves, & tall neck of the of the armor were the only parts showing, that is until the head piece was in place. The helmet was influenced by Japanese Samurai armor with tiny plates connected together to cover his neck and half way down his shoulder blades. This harden cloth also covered the helmets mask's attachment to the air recycler. A set of goggles magnetically attached to the mask and brim forcing a rubber seal against his face. He pulled the last piece from the printer and headed out.\n\nThe attached the last piece, a curved shaft to his right thigh right after he locked the door. It seemed lie over kill now that he was actually outside walking to the store. That feeling changed as the store front came into view with triple the guards dressed in their own military style body armor. He felt strange in the armor but reminded himself that everyone was required to wear masks during these days of the pandemic. The helmet could be written off as just elaborate sun protection. He started tutu mumble that it'll be fine, just fine.\n\nHe was so focused on the guards at the door that he failed tiny register the clump of young men standing around a light pole in the parking lot. They introduced themselves as he was leaving with his groceries in tow in a capable cart behind him. They were larger than him and spoke like they expected to be obeyed, \"hand them over\".\n\nEach of them had a gun in their pants waist band. Gilgamesh put his hand in his pocket, his right pocket that didn't have a lining to hold the last piece he printed. The group took a collective step towards him when he removed the curved shaft. Half a second is ask it took for it to transform into a curved blade.\n\n\"What's cha gots there. OH, look boys, he's got a sword.\"\n\n\"Stay bac...\" He didn't finish before the first few shots exploded in his direction. One actually hit him. The armor did it's job, hardening, then slowing the bullet in a fraction of a centimeter. A green light indicating the suits power rating was stay in the hud. Gilgamesh started swinging, the cart all but forgotten." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: A man who conquers and defeats Death to become immortal, only to be given the role of \"Death\" and serve forever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My wife was dying, and there was nothing that could be done to save her. That's what the physician said. That was not what I wanted to hear. I would do anything to not see her suffer. I could not bear to see my wife languish in pain and die inch by inch. I was determined to see her strong and healthy, standing in the light of day as was her birth right.\n\nSo I delved into the occult. I poured hours into studying those who had battled Fate and won against Death. I would spend my time reading by my beloved's bedside, my hand gripped with hers and my other on a tome. I did not tell her my plans, she would have attempted to persuade me to accept her fate. I could not stomach the thought of her dying in such a way. She was far too young to die. I loved her.\n\nThree months of watching my wife waste away passed before I finally found what I was looking for. It was a journal, yellow with age and falling apart at the bindings. Its author was an Alexander Faulkner. It was everything I need; guides, material, tools. He was terrified of dying and so fought Death for his immortality. The last line of it was that he defeated Death. My wife was saved.\n\nAnd so I sojourned into Death's domain. He was waiting. He was expecting me. I don't know what I expected to find. A skeleton garbed in black robes? Most likely. Death however, betrayed my expectations. Death wasn't a looming malevolent monster. He looked for all the world like a kind old man, one with lines on his face that hinted at a life of mirth and laughter. He was dressed in humble homespun wool, the color of chestnuts. He readies himself with a fine crafted sword of ancient make. I level my own.\n\nI proceeded to fight with him, neither yielding ground. Each strike from me was matched by him. Every lunge was quickly countered. For an hour we fought until he gave me an opening. He raised his blade leaving his torso unguarded. I took the opportunity and stabbed. It was only as my blade pierced his side that I realized, he left himself helpless intentionally. The pieces clicked together. I raced to catch him as he fell to the floor. Leaning against me, his breaths came ragged and sparse. \"Many years ago, your name was Faulkner, wasn't it?\" He smiles and nods. \"That is so. I fought Death and defeated him, his name was Lucius Theodoric. I took my place as Death and he moved on to his well earned rest. And now so will I. \"No, you can't. You have to save my wife. She is dying. I cannot see her go.\" \"Young man, if she was healed, what would happen? She is still mortal. Eventually she would still die. Let her pass on, she will wait for you, once your appointed task is done with and another comes to do combat with death. Death is the only friend of man. He sacrifices so much and asks for nothing in return, it is he who awards mankind with rest and peace. Memento Mori.\"\n\nWith that, he disappears to his rest. I was Death. I stayed there, in my new domain lost in thought. Night passed as I was kneeling in my vigil. With the bright rays of dawn I opened my eyes. There was a spark inside them I never knew, one of purpose. I journey to the realm of living with a particular destination in mind. My wife is asleep. She looked so peaceful, lost in dreams. I lean against the doorframe, admiring her courage and beauty. Despite the wasting disease ravaging her body, she is angelic to me. I'm reminded of that ancient fairy tale, the one where the princess falls into a deep sleep and her prince charming awakens her with True Love's Kiss. I dismissed it as cliché in my youth. But I look at my wife now and realize something. There is a reason stories exist. I walk over to my love's bed and kneel at the edge of it, admiring her every feature, her graceful chin, her button nose, her lustrous raven hair. I smile as tears flow do my cheeks. \"I love you Sara. I love you more than anything else in the world. I have come to ease your pain. You don't have to be strong for me anymore. Let go.\"\n\nI lean over with a tear dropping down and splashing onto her cheek. I kiss her, my lips meeting hers. I break away and take hold of her hand, pressing her soft fingers against my face. I shut my eyes and the tears threatening to overwhelm me sally forth. I bawl. Gripping her lifeless hand I sob. My wife is dead. I have killed her. It is when the sun sets that I feel a hand on my shoulder as is to comfort me. My eyes puffy from tears, I glance up.\n\nShe is wearing a soft blue dress, her hair tied in a braid over her shoulder. Her viridian eyes look at me with an expression of love and kindness. I am at a loss for words. Kneeling at her feet, she is beatific. She takes my face in her hands and kisses me on the forehead. \"Thank you. Thank you for everything. I will wait for you my love.\" She vanishes, disappearing into thousands of rose petals. The wind picks up and blows them out the window and away into the sky. Until my vigil is done, I shall not waver. I shall provide comfort to the dying. I will give peace to the conflicted and closure to the worried. This is my purpose, for I am Death." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You are the villain of this story...well you were supposed to be. But you remain a good natured person, and the author is getting desperate trying to find any way to turn you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Victor Nefarious walked down the street menacingly, evil in his eyes. His diabolical plot was finally coming to fruition, and he walked to the bank with hate in his heart.\n\n\"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you? My name is Robert Smith! I'm just walking to the bank to cash my paycheck!\"\n\nI changed your name a few chapters back, Victor. Anyway, the evil scientist walked, preparing for his evil scheme to begin.\n\n\"I work at an animal shelter! And what do you think I want at the bank?\"\n\nHe thought about the intricacies of his plan one last time. He felt inside of his jacket, feeling the bombs he had planted inside of his coat, ready to throw.\n\n\"Bombs? What are you - OH GOD, THEY'RE IN MY COAT!\"\n\nVictor knew how unstable they were - if he didn't go straight to the bank to carry out his plan, there was a good chance that they would detonate. If he dropped them, he'd probably get hit by a bus or something.\n\n\"Oh my god, are you threatening me? I'll have you reported! I'll...\"\n\nA runaway van came careening around the corner, with its front covered in spikes. Swerving down the busy street, it just narrowly missed killing Victor.\n\n\"...I'll go to the bank.\"\n\nVictor made the wise decision to continue his walk down the street.\n\nAs he walked, he ran through the plan one last time in his head. First, he would enter the bank inconspicuously, and get in line. Then, he would consume the piece of antidote gum hidden in his pocket, and drop the sleep gas bomb. He would be immune, thanks to the gum. Then, he would use his explosives to blast his way to the vault, load up bags with the money, then use his rocket boots to fly out of there.\n\nGot all that, Victor?\n\n\"Jesus, that's convoluted. Are you sure that's a good plan? I have a feeling the readers will hate that one - no suspense, not super clever...\"\n\nVictor suddenly got a chill, remembering how quickly his life could be cut short by people much smarter than he was. The explosives weighed heavily on him, and he thought about the chance that they could go off at any second.\n\n\"Good plan. Let's go!\"\n\nAs Victor walked into the bank, he suddenly had a very stupid idea. If he didn't take the antidote gum, he would fall asleep with the rest of the bank! Rather than him stealing the money, it would just be a freak accident in which a whole bank feel asleep. Despite all evidence to the contrary, he decided it would be the right thing to do.\n\nJust as he made this decision, Victor spontaneously combusted. It lit the bombs, and was an all-around horrible death. If only he had listened to what people told him, maybe...\n\n\"Jesus, Author! You killed another villain?\"\n\nThe hero of our story, Captain Awesome, walked onto the scene, angry at the picture before him.\n\n\"This is the fourth one this week! You really need to stop killing them before they can even commit a crime!\"\n\nCaptain Awesome suddenly had visions of the horrible fate that Dr. Nefarious had met befalling him, too, and knew that he shouldn't question those in power.\n\n\"Oh, come on. You know you don't have a story without me. In a world where you're all-powerful, it's a little ironic that only I can stand up to you, but you need me if you want a publishing deal.\"\n\nCaptain Awesome, despite smelling bad and being incredibly ugly, had a very good point, which contrasted his usual stupidity.\n\n\"Nice to see you're finally seeing the light. Now, how about next time you actually find somebody EVIL, rather than trying to make some poor person fall into the role?\"\n\nOh, fine. Do it your way, without any fun.\n\n\"And can you please bring this poor civilian back to life? He was just trying to be good!\"\n\nVictor Nefarious suddenly stood up with no memory of what had happened. He walked into the bank and cashed his paycheck.\n\n\"And?\"\n\nSigh...and his name was Robert Smith again.\n\n\"Good. Now then, what's our next scene?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Your civilian identity is a florist. One day, your super-nemesis comes to your store to buy flowers for \"someone special,\" and they haven't recognized you yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had just put the last rose in a display bouquet I was making when the bell above the door of the flower shop sounded. I put the display bouquet on the counter, giving the customer some time to look around before I looked up, ready to offer my help. The words died on my lips as I looked at a middle aged man browsing the flowers I had on display. A face I had so often seen contorted in rage, now looking quite helplessly around. He looked up to me and started walking towards the counter. My eyes flickered before I put on my customer service mask. \"How can I help you sir?\"\n\nHe placed his hands on the counter. \"Ehm, I was looking to buy some flowers.\" He glanced around the shop before looking back to me.\n\nI paused for a moment. He didn't seem to recognise me. \"What's the occasion?\"\n\n\"Well, you see, there is someone I, ehm.\"\n\n\"Someone special?\" It was hard to imagine that he could ever care about anyone enough to give them flowers.\n\n\"You could say that. It's someone that I want to make amends with.\" He scratched his head. \"I know he likes flowers, but I'm not sure what kind.\"\n\nMaking amends. If he wanted to make amends with every person he has hurt he would have to buy out my entire flower shop. I worked to keep my voice carefully neutral. \"Well sir, I'm quite sure we can find a suitable arrangement.\" I walked up to a wall of cut flowers displayed in the corner of the shop, motioning for him to follow me. When we reached the display I started picking out a few different flowers, holding them together. \"What do you think about something like this.\"\n\n\"I'm not really a flower guy, but that looks quite lovely.\"\n\nI started putting the bouquet together trying to hide my uneasiness at having my back turned towards him. I could feel his eyes burning the back of my head. After finishing the bouquet I walked back towards the counter, wrapped it and rang up the price.\n\nHe struggled for a while with getting the bills out of his pocket before he handed them to me. I accepted them and handed him his change, careful not to brush his fingers. \"Alright, thank you sir. Have a nice day.\" I handed him his bouquet, which he accepted. After he made no motion to leave I frowned. \"Is there anything wrong with the bouquet?\"\n\nThirty seconds of silence followed. He was staring at the ground, shuffling uneasily.\n\n\"If the bouquet is not up to your liking, I can make you a new one.\"\n\nHe looked up with tear filled eyes. \"I'm so sorry Sam.\"\n\nA venomous fury filled my throat. \"Is this a joke? You're sorry, after all you've done to me you have the guts to come up to me and tell me you're sorry?\"\n\n\"I know you don't believe me, but I really am. I know I can never make it right, but I want to try.\"\n\n\"You've hurt a lot of people, are you doing anything to make it up to them?\"\n\n\"I will. I just had to talk to you first.\"I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. \"So you have changed? No longer a deranged maniac?\"\n\n\"I am not going to pretend I'm a good guy now, but I am in therapy.\"\n\n\"How about you go and try to make amends with all of the other people you've hurt. If you come back after, perhaps we can have this conversation again. Now get out of here before I bash your skull into this counter.\"\n\nHe quickly exited the store, the bouquet left forgotten on the floor. I picked it up and threw it in the garbage bin. The bell above the door sounded. I looked up and forced a smile. \"Ma'am, how may I help you today?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: The Owl was still, statue-like at that. The Wolf's eyes glared in the moonlight, filled with mouthwatering bloodlust. The Owl's face cocked around to meet the Wolf's eyes . . . the electricity in the air is suddenly palpable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“You’re drooling, Mr. Wolf,” said Mrs. Owl. And indeed, he was. Little pools of silvery salvia pooled at his feet.\n\n“Breakfast time,” said Mr. Wolf.\n\nThey both watched the boy walk in the forest occasionally stopping to examine a rock or a speck of dirt. On the whole, the boy was not that smart. For starters, he walked through the forest where Mr. Wolf liked to hunt. And also, dirt just isn’t that interesting. But that was the nature of the boy, who Mrs. Owl had named Babble.\n\n“How about a wager, Mr. Wolf,” said Mrs. Owl.\n\n“Don’t be clever,” said Mr. Wolf. “Always with your grand designs. Always with the bigger picture. It doesn’t always have to be complicated. Sometimes a meal is a meal is a meal.”\n\n“And a bet always gets your blood going.”\n\nMr. Wolf could not deny that. In their many years together, the wolf and the owl had done many wagers. There was something about the excitement of them. The thrill. And the thought of beating Mrs. Owl at her own game. And if that happened…well, the wolf drooled even more. That was the ultimate prize.\n\n“What’s the bet?” asked Mr. Wolf.\n\n“You are free to try and stop Babble from making it out of the wood and get him off the path,” said Mrs. Owl. “And if you can do that, you will eat better than you ever have before. Even better than when you lived with me.”\n\nMr. Wolf’s stomach growled.\n\n“And?”\n\n“If Babble leaves the forest, he is allowed to continue.”\n\n“For how long?” asked Mr. Wolf.\n\n“Until the next wager.”\n\n“Agreed,” said the wolf and was running before the last syllable even left his lips. If Mrs. Owl could have, she would have smiled.\n\nOn the path below, the boy turned his attention from the dirt, but convincing himself that there was nothing out there that could hurt him, continued on his way.\n\nSoon, the boy came upon a red flower. Luscious and gorgeous, it was the brightest color he had ever seen. He had seen plenty of browns, blacks, and even once a purple. Babble loved colors, but he had never seen red. He walked to the edge of the path and looked at the flower.\n\nIt stood out so sharply against the darkness of the wood that it almost glowed. And Babble could even smell the fragrance. It tickled. Babble wanted to pick the flower. He got ready to take a step off the path, and nearby, more saliva dripped.\n\nBut Babble stopped at a thought. Why, if he picked the flower, what would happen? Yes, he would have something beautiful, but then the world would not have it. And that didn’t seem fair. What would the dirt have to look forward to? So, Babble stayed on the path and continued on.\n\nA short time later, Babble heard a song. It was sweet and lovely and was the kind of song that reminded him of someone, although Babble could not remember who. It was just a feeling. Babble looked up and saw in a tree a bird. With bright feathers and a large beak, and a tail that flowed almost to the forest floor. And from that bird, the song filled Babble with joy. That bird would be lovely sitting on Babble's shoulder. His clothing was drab and brown and not red or purple. Babble wondered if he could take the bird. He walked to the edge of the path.\n\nBut again, Babble had an unusual thought for a boy that did not think much at all and had conversations with dirt. If he took the bird, would that be selfish? Babble is not sure where he learned the word but as soon as he thought it, he knew it was the right word. He said it out loud several times. Selfish, selfish, selfish. The act of taking someone for yourself instead of sharing. It was like having that song softer and that made Babble feel sad. Another word that he just realized he knew. So instead of stepping off the path, and he was closer than before, Babble walked on humming the tune of the bird.\n\nThe end of the path was coming, and Babble could see sunlight as if coming out of a tunnel. Behind him, even though he didn’t know it, Mr. Wolf walked hard enough to leave impressions on the forest floor. His anger grew. His appetite grew. And so did his cunning.\n\n“Babble,” said a voice from the edge of the path. It was deep and throaty, as if words themselves can convey hunger. “Babble,” said the voice again.\n\nNow, as we have mentioned, Babble didn’t think much which can be a bad thing. But other times, it can be something quite good. Not in this case though. Babble stopped and walked to the edge of the path.\n\nThere, he saw a pair of eyes. They glowed like fire. They burned as red as the rose and sung the song of the bird. Babble should have been afraid, but he had not learned that word yet. Instead, he wondered what could sound like a flower and look like a bird.\n\n“Once you get out into the light, you will know things. Things that you have never known before. Fear. Death. Pain. And loneliness, Babble. Have you learned that word yet?”\n\nAs soon as the voice said it, Babble knew the word. He should have thought that this was strange, but again, Babble enjoyed dirt.\n\n“War, Babble. Outside of this forest is war. And hunger. And cruelty. Why would you want to leave the forest? Why go through that? Follow me, Babble, and you’ll never have to experience any of it.”\n\nFor the first time in his short life, Babble thought. He thought on the words of the wolf. He thought on what they made him feel. Scared. A word that felt right and made the hair on his neck stand up. He took a step closer to the edge so that a single grain of dirt separated him from the wolf.\n\n“It’s hard out there, Babble.” Mr. Wolf said. “So hard. Stay in the forest, with me and the flower and the bird.” Babble breathed and somewhere, an owl gave a hoot.\n\nBabble had another thought, which made this a pretty busy day. If what the wolf said was true, outside of the forest sounded very hard. And scary. And sad. But then Babble remembered the flower and the bird. The way that they made him feel. Joy, a word that Babble very much liked. And Babble thought, (a third time!), if anyone else had seen those things. But more importantly, was there anyone else? Outside of the forest? And if there was, could Babble tell them about the flower? Could he try to sing the song of the bird? Could he make others feel like he felt?\n\nThe word Kindness popped into Babbles head and he took a step back from the path. He waved goodbye to the wolf and left the forest forever.\n\nAs the wolf howled and tore down trees, trees that were some of Mrs. Owl’s favorite, Babble hummed a song. Mrs. Owl hooted and flew away back to Heaven. Mr. Wolf dug his was back into Hell.\n\nAnd Babble brought kindness to a world that is sometimes full of hate, and anger, and spite but is also in desperate need of a pretty flower and a beautiful song." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You are the mayor of a city surrounded by seemingly terrifying monsters. The dragon helps with the smithing, the vampires help with the overnight work, the lich runs the local apothecary. Everyone does their part and the city works. It's always problematic when heroes come to visit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bailiff called court into session with three sharp raps of the gavel. “Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye. This Court is now in session. The Honorable Judge Cown Bonebreaker presiding. You may be seated.” The Judge settled his massive bulk into the reinforced chair at the head of the room. His single eye looked out over the courtroom, taking in the parties arrayed before him.\n\nThe bailiff looked down his notes. “Calling case number three on the docket, City of Ledford v. Theodore Strongarm.” One of the goblins, a sharply dressed fellow in a black suit with a green tie that matched his scales, stood. “Lynal Greenscale, on behalf of the Defendant, your Honor. My client is in custody. May we bring him in?”\n\nThe Judge nodded and gestured at the bailiff who went to retrieve the defendant from the adjoining room. When the bailiff returned, he was accompanied by two guards and a man dressed in leather armor whose hands were chained behind his back. As the man was escorted to the defendant’s table, he turned and saw the Judge. “A cyclops?” the human sputtered “you let a cyclops be a judge? This entire town is insane.” The Judge looked down and when he spoke, his voice was like the low rumble of an earthquake. “Mr. Greenscale, control your client. Or I will hold him with contempt.” The Judges massive hands gripped the desk as he spoke, causing an audible creaking from the wood.\n\nAfter a moment of silence, the Judge turned to the prosecutor. “You may begin” came the cyclops rumbling voice. The prosecutor, a middle aged human whose muscle had begun to run to fat, stood and took a deep breath. “Thank you, your honor. Alexander Torvinson, on behalf of the City. Defendant Theodore Strongarm stands accused of two counts of bladed assault and one count of public intoxication. Do you understand the charges being brought against you?”\n\n“No!” came the answer from the accused. “No I don’t understand the charges. How is that a crime? There was a gods damned vampire walking the streets of the town! I was protecting you people!” The goblin lawyer hissed a comforting hiss at his client, trying to calm the man. It was not helpful. Strongarm shoved the goblin away and turned back to the Judge. “And now I’m being judged by a cyclops and defended by a goblin? When the Inquisition hears about this, they will bring Era’s holy fire down upon this town!”\n\nThe Judges eye never left Strongarm. “Mr. Greenscale. Do you have anything to add to your clients statements? Or, perhaps, do you have any motions to make?” The goblin hissed again at his client, the hiss now seeming to convey disappointment. “Yes, your honor. At this time, and based on the statements of my client, I would like to move for involuntary commitment while a study is conducted regarding my client’s mental fitness to proceed and penal responsibility. I do not believe he can understand the charges, nor meaningfully participate in his own defense.”\n\nThe Judge nodded, and looked for any objection from the prosecutor. Hearing none, turned back to Strongarm. “Defense’s motion is hereby granted. Defendant is remanded to the custody of Dr. Mortis for a determination as to mental capacity and fitness to proceed. We will reconvene in one months time for the good doctors report. Thank you gentlefolk. Next case.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: After doing Death a favor, you struck a deal with him that you’ll only die by old age. You’ve been having way more fun since" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "9:30 on a Monday, getting my coffee from a local joint when the entire building shook like hell, bits of plaster and dust falling from the ceiling as a massive bang blocked out how much change I owed the cashier. Most of the costumers hit the deck and I'm pretty sure the cashier pissed himself, but I didn't bother to turn and check. Instead I was focused on the National Bank across the street, the coffee store giving a bird's eye view to the gang of robbers rushing through the hole they just blew in the front. Fuck, typical Monday.\n\nSeven minutes later I was also at that hole, the decaf latte I bought cold and in my right hand. The whole robbery thing hadn't exactly led to them getting my order right, though without it I'm sure they would have still forgotten the cinnamon. Within the bank itself, two robbers were guarding the lobby, AK-47s already pointed at the hole where I stood with my latte. I gave them a short wave as I stepped forward, and a serious of events unfolded at a rapid pace.\n\nThe robber on the right fired his gun at me, but at the last second his nerves caused him to whiff the shot, with it instead striking the latte, kicking him a cloud of chilled coffee. The other robber, clearly horrified, turned to yell at the man only for his own gun to swing with him, its barrel close lining the other robber directly in the forehead. With coffee staining my back, I walked forward, the other robber swiveling back horrified and brandishing his gun, the barrel sparking as he opened up at me fully automatic.\n\nShots flew around me in a haze, each one missing by mere centimeters. Pictures shattered, potted plants exploded, and one even blew the head off a pen. But they all missed, and as he hurried to reload, I closed the distance, and with minimal effort I hit him in the side of the temple with my elbow, hard. Two down.\n\nA hallway towards the vault opened up behind them, but from experience I knew it was already empty. No back exit, so they must have headed for the roof. With confident strides I made my way up there in record time, only two minutes. In the corner of the roof a robber was getting onto a zipline, bags of cash strapped to him as two robbers on the ground waved him forward. Another one stood guard behind him, hands brandishing a shotgun. He let out a sharp cry as he saw me, and raised the thing to his hip, firing as his friend frantically tried to hook himself up. Things again unfolded in rapid succession.\n\nThe gun flew out of his hands, the strap breaking as it rocketed backward in slow motion towards the small of his friend's back. Pellets from the gun flew towards me, only to slowly part into a exactly me shaped curtain, smacking the entire roof access doorway. The gun slammed into the man's back, knocking him flat with the money bags spilling out across the roof behind him. The last robber stared at me blankly, then at his friend, and then back at me before, with an audible \"fuck this\", grabbed onto the zipline and sped away. One more swift kick to the side and the already downed robber was out too, the moneybags having weighed him down from getting back up. Another robbery prevented.\n\nI heard him before I saw him, the tapping of a phone screen giving away his presence as always. The shadows on the roof elongated, birds stopped chirping, even the sun itself seemed to dim in his presence. No reason to beat around the bush.\n\n\"Hey Death.\"\n\n\"Hey John.\"\n\n\"How's it hanging?\"\n\n\"Fine, beat my highscore on candy crush while waiting for you to clear this roof. Another robbery?\"\n\n\"Yep.\"\n\n\"You know most people I make pacts with show some hesitancy, don't exactly go around doing... this.\" I shrugged, and felt more than heard him step up besides me. \"They show some hesitation, question if the whole 'I just made a pact with death to only die a natural death' thing actually occurred.\" I shrugged again.\n\n\"After what you had me do it was kind of hard to question that. Panama, hookers, cocaine, Mitch McConnell... you get into some weird shit Death.\" For a brief moment the roof itself seemed to spike in temperature, a thin sweat breaking out on my brow, but it was only for a moment.\n\n\"Yeah I suppose I do, no sense denying the obvious... you promise to avoid doing any more of... this tomorrow?\"\n\n\"If I can avoid it-\" I felt the roof's temperature begin to spike again, \"-actually of course, I was going to visit my mother anyway.\" An icy, skeletal hand slapped me on the back as I said that, and the roof slowly began to brighten once more.\n\n\"Thanks John, there's the big election tomorrow and... you know.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I getcha.\"\n\n\"Alright, good talk. Later John.\"\n\n\"Later Death.\"\n\nHis presence once again dispensed, and I was alone of the roof with the incapacitated robber. With a slight groan, I checked my watch. 9:47. Fuck, I was going to be late for work. Typical Monday." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Tell me a story about yourself. Tell me where you come from, or where you're going. Tell me who you are, tell me who you want to be. Tell me a story about yourself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lights grow dim. The door rings as patrons file out. The wind pushes pipe smoke into the corner. I am the only one who remains.\n\nI draw a cigar from the breast pocket of my jacket. I strike the flint in the antique lighter which produces a spark and ignites the kerosene. A flame flickers into existence. Cigar in mouth, I draw the the smoke inward as the tobacco leaves begin to burn. I hold in the smoke just a second too long. It slips down my throat, and I cough.\n\nI spit the bit of smoke into the air. The cigar is still burning in my hand. A wisp of plant vapor trails into the air. I draw in another mouth full of smoke. The cigar has no flavor. I smoke this particular brand for the effects of excess smoke, not enjoyment. I produce a cloud of smoke, as I had often dreamed of doing as a child. I prop my feet on the empty table.\n\n\"Aren't you going home?\" asks the women working that night.\n\n\"It's warm here,\" I reply.\n\n\"Home isn't?\" she asks.\n\n\"I'm not allowed to turn the heat up,\" I say. I pull in another mouth full of smoke. The vapors dance across my tongue.\n\n\"Why is that?\" she asks.\n\n\"They like it cold\".\n\n\"Go someplace else?\"\n\n\"I'll be cold anywhere else. I'm always cold\"\n\n\"Even here?\"\n\n\"It's the warmest I've bee in awhile\", I say.\n\n\"Then I'll bring you another glass.\"\n\nI thank her. I tap ash into an empty glass on the table. She comes back, and sets a full glass on the table. She walks to the window and flicks off the neon sign that reads open. She takes the once empty seat next to me.\n\n\"Do you have another\" she asks. She means another cigar. I nod. I produce the last cigar from the case in my jacket. I offer it to her. I hand her the guillotine as well. Without asking, she takes my lighter which is still lying on the table. I don't mind this.\n\nHer hands, smaller and more delicate than mine, strike the flint against the hammer. The spark reaches the kerosene. A flame is called into existence. Somehow she does all of this more effectively than me.\n\nI watch the effeminate curves of her left hand as she rings the fire towards the bundle of tobacco leaves between her lips. Her hands are not helpless. She forces the cigar into a slow burn. She draws in a breath of smoke. With less than a moment to spare, she blows the smoke into the air. It is devoid of all souls but us.\n\nAnd ,suddenly, I begin to wonder about the sum of all things. And I begin to wonder how to go about adding things up. And I ask myself “Would it even matter if I did?\"\n\nI get nervous. The instinct of meditation inspires me to bring in another breath of smoke. I hold it for a moment, then expel it from my body. A gray fallen halo surrounds us both.\n\nI notice there is more smoke in the room than there was before. How long had I slipped from this world?\n\nI turn to look at the girl next to me. I see how the golden-spun curls frame her face. She turns to look at me. Our eyes meet with more gravity than they had previously as patron and host. And then, I noticed the depths to which I would have to plunge to reach the recesses of her soul. Yet, as she looks into mine, she must notice the same.\n\n\"Why haven't you gone home?\" I ask.\n\n\"It's too cold now\" she remarks as she draws in another breath of smoke.\n\n\"You must be tired by now?\"\n\n\"I am,\" she says as she blows smoke into the air. She reminds me it's cold.\n\n\"Why should that matter?\" I ask. This time, I take in another breath of smoke. She does the same. She blows it from her mouth, but I hold the smoke in just a moment too long. I begin to cough. She places a hand gently against my chest. It is an act of comfort, and my coughing subsides. She takes the same hand, and adjusts the curls around her face. Drawing herself nearer, she rests her head against my shoulder.\n\n\"Because\", she says, \"this is the warmest I've been in a long time.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: Write a story from the perspective of a wizard who for the past few centuries has slowly watched technology render magic obsolete." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Magic had always unsettled people, her whole unnatural long life.\n\nNow, it bored them. If they even believed it was possible.\n\nElspeth, in the times of steel and gunpowder and plague, had been sought and feared. She could kill a man a hundred miles away with only a few choice words. She could heal a child with a flicker of her fingers, and a spark from the ether.\n\nShe could see death and fortune coming, both.\n\nAnd it cost her to learn this, and cost her to practice, more than any could ever know.\n\nBut magic, in the last century, had followed the lead of governance, and been democratised as ‘technology’. The manipulation of symbols gave way to manipulations of metals, to recreate anything she could do. To feed and arm and cure what was now billions on this wretched Earth.\n\nThe most galling for her, was that this technology was available to all, if they could pay the price—which was, most often, nothing more than a few hours’ labor.\n\nElspeth still had knowledge at her fingertips, could still kill, could still encourage life where there was none.\n\nBut it was cheaper, now, to just pay for a data plan. Or a bullet for a gun. Or seeds and fertiliser, and a little patience.\n\nTo pay for this before, she had given all her life.\n\nNow, she gave dollars. And to earn those dollars, she told fortunes out of a converted office in her small house in the ‘old’ part of her Texas town.\n\n(When she had come to this country, it had still belonged to magic. See, then, what bullets could do.)\n\nShe only had one client today, a young woman clad in black with short hair the unnatural colour of dead roses.\n\nThe old wizard let the young woman in, and showed her into the office. Her name, the girl said, was Mina, and she would like a card reading.\n\nElspeth had set up her little office to play to people’s stereotypes of fortune tellers, with candles and draped silks and incense. In the room behind the office, her pet birds whirred and chirped. (She had tried to keep them in the office for atmosphere, but they always became overexcited when a client came. Foolish little things.)\n\nShe would appear to her client to be middle-aged, dark haired, a little plump. They sat, wizard and girl, across from one another at a table with a softly glowing crystal ball, which Elspeth pushed aside.\n\n“What can I tell you, my dear?”\n\nMina seemed nervous; a lot of her clients did, who weren’t giddy with the excitement of doing something so ‘ridiculous’.\n\n“I’d like to know about—about my calling. If I have one. What it is.”\n\nElspeth smiled. Not the most common question, but not unheard of.\n\nAnd not something she needed magic for, to tell the truth. A good algorithm that would analyse the basic data about this girl combined with her digital footprint, could pretty accurately predict everything from her career to her lifespan. But the wizard would indulge her; it had been a while between clients.\n\nElspeth shuffled, and laid out the cards in the usual Celtic cross. She used a standard deck, supplemented by a few of her own creations she found useful.\n\nThe reading started like any other—some conflict and uncertainty in the past, followed by—\n\nHmm, Elspeth thought, how intriguing.\n\nShe had not ben expecting this.\n\nThe old woman collapsed the reading back into the deck, and looked the girl in the eyes. Saw fright, and determination, and desperation.\n\n“Why are you here?” Elspeth said.\n\n“I want to learn,” Mina said. “I want to learn from you. The old ways.”\n\nThe young woman was not the first one to find her, no doubt using divination. Or, perhaps more prosaically, word of mouth and an online directory. But there had not\n\n“The old ways,” Elspeth laughed. “As if anyone calls it such a thing.”\n\n“Please.”\n\nThe birds in the back room were almost screaming. Elspeth pounded the table, startling the girl, and the birds quieted.\n\n“Show me,” Elspeth said.\n\nThe girl nodded, like she had prepared for such a thing. She rustled in her purse, for a small clay pot and a plastic baggie of dirt. Once the dirt was shook into the pot, Mina placed her hand over it and started to concentrate, almost comically, to Elspeth.\n\nAs the girl slowly raised her hand, a shoot of green seemed to follow it out of the dirt, reaching up and blooming into a single branching rose.\n\nMina stopped, smiling and panting. Her face was white and clammy.\n\n“There,” she whispered proudly, her voice shaking.\n\nElspeth reached out and plucked the flower. Blood dripped from the flower’s wound. She dropped the bloom into the dirt and shrugged.\n\n“But it took so much from you, and for only one rose. I can get roses in winter for only a few dollars, from anywhere in the world. Ones that won’t,” and she grimaced, “stain my fingers.”\n\nThe girl was dumbfounded. “But—“\n\n“Here,” Elspeth said, taking up her deck. “This is what waits for you, down this road. See, and tell me if you still want this.”\n\nElspeth flipped down three cards, one after the other.\n\n10 of wands. 5 of swords. Death.\n\n(Overwhelming weight. Overwhelming defeat. A change you cannot come back from.)\n\n“It will cost you more than you care to pay, I warn you,” Elspeth said.\n\nThe girl set her pretty mouth in a sneer, and reached for the deck. After a moment of sweaty hesitation, she pulled out a card and turned it over.\n\nThe Witch. From Elspeth’s own deck, although the back matched the others exactly.\n\n“Tell me,” the girl pled, “what you know. I want to be free of this world.”\n\nShe laughed again. The girl had talent, anyway, Elspeth could admit that.\n\n“Very well,” she said, and muttered a few words and waved her hand.\n\nAnd turned the girl into a songbird.\n\nShe had to be fast. Her hand shot out, grasping the gasping thing, and walked into the room behind the office, where the birds were shrieking again.\n\n“Here,” Elspeth said, placing her with her other ‘students’, “you may wait with your classmates. When you figure out how to transform back, you may start your lessons.”\n\nThe bird jumped against the bars, chirping furiously.\n\nElspeth sneered. “I told you, that it would cost you.”\n\nShe returned to her office, sitting at her table. The blood from the rose had dripped onto the white tablecloth and dried, matching exactly the colour of the girl’s hair, now feathers.\n\nMagic was never cheap. Unlike ’tech’, it only become more precious.\n\nAnd yet, she thought, tonight had been amusing.\n\nElspeth smiled.\n\nA delight, in this loud and quick and crowded world, the magic of a simple surprise." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: They discovered that by mixing a few simple chemicals with human tears, the world's most addictive and powerful drug could be made. I was born on one of their Tear Farms, today I am 21..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "December 27, 2038\n\nMy name is Calithin, that is what my friends call me, but my ID number is 56909-2102. I do not have a last name. My first memory is of Master. Let me explain what Master is. Master is a person that teaches you. Master is not a boy or girl. I do not know how to explain what or who Master is, but Master teaches you how to read and write. Master told me I was a good human. My reward was a dog. He was fluffy and tiny and he licked me a lot. I called him “Pet”. Master told me the most important thing for a human is to be the best worker. Master told me the best thing in the world is tears. I did not know what tears was.\n\nMy second memory is tear training. I will not forget that day for my whole life. Master took me into a room with other friends. On a big screen we saw our dogs. I saw Pet running on the outside. It was pretty. He was having fun. I only saw the outside one time, but Pet was running in the outside, in flowers. Pet looked so happy! A master that I did not know called to Pet. Pet is a good dog and went to the master. I cannot even write the rest because it makes me do work and I do not want to work anymore. When the master killed Pet, it was my first time working. More masters came into the room to show us the mask. I worked very hard that day and made Master very proud.\n\nAfter some time when I was 10 Master told me I needed new training. Master told me Master was very proud and I was the best worker. Master hit me with a small stick. I started to work and master told me I was the best. Every year the stick got bigger and I worked better and better. Some times Master hit me for the whole day until I worked very hard. Some times Master showed me the movie of Pet and other dogs. Sometimes Master put me in the special room and it made me work.\n\nWhen I was older, maybe 16, Master went away. I had to wear my mask for 8 hours every day and work. Masters that did not talk to me put a needle into my arm port (that is where the water turns into tears) and put the work straps on my body so that I was comfortable. Comfortable means that I cannot move any parts and sometimes my back and neck feel hot and hurt when I am comfortable.\n\nSometimes working was okay, like when masters showed us a movie of a boy human and girl human. Sometimes working was hard, like when masters would hit us and do scary things. Sometimes I was very scared and I could not work. The best master would come to my chair and make me work. I cannot write on this paper how that master is because I do not want to work. That master was not like my Master at all. That master told me my Master was dead and that the horrible things Master had done. That master told me I was the worst worker.\n\nOne day I found an open door in the work chamber with a bright white light. There were no masters around so I followed the light. I was scared when I opened the door. There were many humans yelling for me to run. I was confused and very scared. I almost started to work, so I felt like I needed to put on a mask.\n\nA human climbed over a wall made out of wires and sharp thorns. He grabbed my arm and scared me. This human boy told me his name was Roy. Roy asked me what my name was, but I do not have a name. I told him my ID number. He told me to come with him. I told him NO I have to work for my masters. Roy grabbed me by the stomach and put me over his shoulder. Roy climbed up the wall of wires and a human girl was on the other side of the wall and told me to come. I started working and told Roy to let go so I could go back to get a mask. Then Roy took me to this place. I do not like this place, it makes me work all day.\n\nThe human boys with the white clothes told me to write this letter. I want to go back to my home. Human boys and girls tell me I have escaped but I do not know what I escaped from. Please if you read this tell my Master that I am proud of him. Please tell my Master that I want him to be proud of me. Please help me get back home." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: Every time, you are about to die, you sit down with someone and convince them to go with the reaper in your place. You have been doing this for over a thousand years. You walk into a bar, and sit down next to your mark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jim, who most people simply know as the grim reaper, at this point, had become one of my best friends. We were so close, in fact, from all of the times he’d tried to reap me that he usually sent me a text in advance when my time was getting low.\n\n“Pay up bitch lmfao” Jim texted me around 6PM on a Friday after work.\n\n“Shit,” I said to myself, knowing what I had to do if I wanted to keep on living past this week, the same thing I’d been doing since I’d first met Jim when I was twenty-four, a few months after Emperor Taizu took the throne: picking someone else to go with Jim Reaper instead.\n\nThe first time, it was hard to convince Jim to let me send somebody else with him. In fact, I had to get him wasted first, and then convince him by abusive husband, Long, deserved it more than me.\n\n“Whatever,” a young Jim, or, at least, a much younger Jim had said. This was back when he still went by James Reaper.\n\nBut after seven straight flawless attempts at convincing young, foolish men to go with him instead of me, Jim Reaper made me an interesting bet.\n\n“If you can if last a thousand years with me breathing down your neck every now and again, i’ll make you an immortal like me,” Jim promised. I’m pretty sure he just did it because he was extremely bored. Immortals tend to hate each other because they’ve been around for way, way, way too long together, and his mortal friends have a tendency to… die. I was the only “other” in Jim Reaper’s life.\n\nAt first, Jim showed up fairly often, every twenty, thirty years because the things that “should’ve” killed me like black death, tuberculosis, infection, came more often. And everytime, seven days before my natural death was scheduled to occur, Jim would show up and tell me the same thing, “Ji Hongyu, in seven days time, you will be dead. Then, your soul will be weighed by the Judges, and you’ll go where you belong. Accept your fate or find a volunteer in six days time by midnight.”\n\nI’ve lived 999 years since I was scheduled to die first. And naturally, Jim’s text messages reached me at my favorite after work bar, which I’d just arrived at.\n\n“Coors light, Ji” the bartender, Cal, asked me like he did everyday.\n\n“You know it,” I said. But I was miles away, considering what I was going to do about Jim’s message. Usually, I sent my husband or whoever I was dating; one of the perks of being me was I didn’t really ever age.\n\nAnd Jim had lent me the ability to shape-shift, just a little, so that I could change my looks every forty to fifty years and move on, so, obviously I chose a face and body sexy to most men.\n\nAs I reached to grab my Coors from Calvin’s cold hand, I saw a awkward chubby guy in the bar’s corner.\n\nI knew what I had to do. I walked over and said, “buy me a drink babe?”\n\nThe young man gave me the world’s most suspicious look.\n\n“Sorry, I don’t use prostitutes,” he plainly said.\n\nCalvin howled from laughter from behind the bar.\n\nI blushed bright beet red.\n\n“I’m sorry,” Calvin said, clearning his throat, remembering he was at work. “That was super unprofessional.”\n\nHe fled into the back.\n\nNow that he knew I wasn’t a prostitute, the young man, too, was red. “I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. “It’s just that you’re too beautiful to be talking to a guy like me.”\n\nHe wasn’t ugly. He was just a bit chubby, poorly dressed, and sitting awkwardly by himself in a small, corner booth of the Good Life Tavern.\n\n“That’s not true,” I said and sat next to him.\n\nHe seemingly went into shock.\n\n“What’s your name?” I asked him.\n\n“S-S-Samarth.”\n\n“Samarth. That’s a pretty name,” I said, buttering him up.\n\n“Look, just tell me what you want from me because I know it isn’t sex,” he said with his dark brown eyes wide.\n\nI laughed. That single sentence made Samarth the smartest man I’d met in 999 years of sacrificing stupid men.\n\n“You’re right. I’ll cut to the chase, Samarth. I am seven days from taking my last breath. My best friend, the grim reaper, also know as Jim, or actually James, but he’s, like, in a phase, is either going to take me or take a volunteer.”\n\nSamarth stared at me for a few seconds in silence, then he chuckled. “Jesus, you came up with all that off the dome? That’s next level sarcasm,” he said and sipped his Shirley Temple.\n\nI frowned at him, not having expected that reaction. Back in my day, people were a whole lot less skeptical about things. Most men I’d told that believed me, assumed I was a witch, and that if they didn’t do what I’d said, it’d be worse in the long run. Or they were my partners who actually knew of Jim themselves.\n\nBut Samarth wasn’t buying it.\n\n“I’m serious,” I said. “I’m 1,023 years old, and I’ve been staying alive by sacrifi - I mean, meeting good men who are willing to sacrifice themselves to safe a desperate woman who will do whatever you want for six nights.”\n\n“Whatever I want for six nights?” Samarth repeated, as if that was the impossible part of things.\n\nI laughed and rolled my eyes. “Yeah,” I said. “Anything.”\n\n“Shake it on then,” he said, holding his hand out.\n\n“You’re seriously willing to die that easily?” I asked him, now hesitating because he seemed too eager.\n\n“I don’t believe I’m going to die in seven days,” he said, smirking.\n\n“Whatever, man” I said and shook his hand.\n\nIn an instant, Samarth was gone and Jim was there in his place.\n\n“Got you,” the being I believed was my best friend said. “And a handshake with death’s a binding pact.”\n\n“So what?” I asked Jim, a bit nervously but not wanting to show that I was shaken.\n\n“So, Ji Hongyu. You said you’d do anything for me.”\n\nI stared him down. I never expected Jim to force me into doing something sexual with him. But before I could protest about how disgusting he was for this, Jim said, “now kill yourself.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: Our hero walks into a beautiful small town in a far away kingdom. He finds that every man in the town is blindly in love with the beautiful girl and would do everything for her. When he finally meets her, he realizes that she is an ugly, old, powerful witch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paraded into the small village, on top of his purebred white horse. His beautiful blue eyes glanced through the town, searching inhibitants - or searching even a small hint of life. But from what our hero could see - the town was empty.\n\nAs he slowly rode towards the largest building, which seemed to be an inn, Anduin noticed a strange sensation creeping on him. He frowned and urged his horse to hurry, not feeling comfortable. He recognized the feeling, even though it was...different. Weaker. But magic nonetheless.\n\nArriving at the inn, he tied his horse to a wooden pole and walked inside. The scenario that unfolded was one he would never expect to see.\n\nSitting on countless wooden chairs, men from all ages sat in the same direction, facing a large chair. ''It looks like a throne'' Anduin thought. Sitting on it, covered in thin mist, was an old woman. Her white hair, almost transparent, disappeared behind her sholders and cascaded the throne. Her large nose was the most striking part of her face with a large wart adding to that effect. Thick lines covered her elderly face, leaving her in a state that could only be described as old and ugly.\n\nBut the men, all sheepishly staring at her, some even hinting small parts of drool, seemed to think differently. The hero sneeked over to the last line of chairs, trying to avoid the woman. He suspected her to be the source of this magic and that all men were under effect of this spell. He crouched behind a large man, with big arms, with a butcher apron still tied to his chest, and whispered: ''Sir, what are you all doing here?''\n\n''Watching her....Arila....Isn't she beautiful?'' he stammered, not moving his eyes out of her appearance even once.\n\n''I'd like to disagree'', Anduin mumbled to himself.\n\n''What did you say!'' the man outraged, apparentely overhearing his spoken thoughts. ''Don't you dare insult her, the biggest beauty of this world!'' He jumped up, slammed his chair aside and reached for Anduin.\n\nAnduin rolled to the side, jumping up and reached for his sword. An arm reached from his blind spot, flying towards the side of his head. Suddenly, the arm froze.\n\n''What is that commotion?'' a voice yelled. Anduin stepped backwards, walking out of the man's reach and glanced towards the throne. It was the witch who had spoken - and her icy glance was focussed right on him.\n\n''I'm here...to find out what's going on. With this...event'' Anduin said, gesturing the scenery around him.\n\n''Ah, someone who can resist the powers of this beauty'', the witch cackled.\n\n''Someone who will end this, for the sake of all men in this town'' Anduin spoke confidently. He was not a fan of witches - their deeds only caused harm. He would put an end to this.\n\n''Well, let's ask them if they really want this to end, shall we, dear'' she said.\n\nAnduin walked towards a skinny man, barely of grown age, and asked him: ''What do you think of her? Is she really that beautiful to you?''\n\n''She's more beautiful than heaven, to me.'' the man said, as if he were in a dream come true.\n\n''Can't your eyes pierce through her illusion? You HAVE to break out of this'', Anduin said, frustration growing on him. He had no idea how to put a stop to this.\n\nHis eyes raced around the room, hoping for the slighest bit of inspiration. An idea...an idea so stupid that he wouldn't even consider it. But he didn't have a better plan, so he had to roll with it. And so he did.\n\n''Let's put your illusion to the test, witch.'' he said.\n\n''My pleasure.'' she spoke, her thin smile creeping on Anduin.\n\n''Who are you?'', he asked.\n\n''My name is Arila and I'm 20 years old. I live in this town alone, hoping for a man to ask for my hand and to marry him and to bear his children.''\n\nThe men rocketed off their chairs, shouting ''Me! Me!'' and pointing their fingers at themselves.\n\n''What are your interests?'' Anduin asked.\n\n''I love horses. I can knit beautiful cloths with patterns and of different colours. I'm a fantastic cook too.'' she answered.\n\nThe men cheered for her.\n\n''Now..Can you show me how young and vivid, full of life, you still are?'' Anduin asked again, but his doubt was starting to build. He feared his plan would not work - and that would case him trouble. Lots of trouble.\n\nThe witch jumped, ran, danced, cooked, and even slept with an other man - to Anduin's disgust - on the stage, all portraying the things a young woman could do.\n\nAnduin was ready for his final challenge. The men grew restless, waiting for the final revelation of her being who she claimed to be.\n\n''Can you..'' he asked the witch, who stared back with content on her face, knowing she was about to win, ''twerk for me?''\n\nThe men cheered. This sight would be something for them to remember forever. Their fantasies would come through.\n\n''Twerk..?'' the witch stammered. ''What in Lucifer's name is twerking?'' she snarled at Anduin, who had a growing smile on his face.\n\n''She doesn't know what twerking is, lads. Do you honestly know a single woman of her age that isn't able to twerk, let alone not know what it means?'' he asked the crowd. ''I told you, she's an imposter. An elderly witch, tricking you all!''\n\nThe men finally had it dawn on them. They had been cheated on, tricked by this witch. Who was now powerless against the horde of men thirsting for revenge. She tried to reach for the exist, hugging the walls, but the men would not let her go. She wouldn't make it out alive.\n\nAnduin laughed as he didn't in years, its volume growing intensely. ''Oh my, oh my. The stupidity. How could you not be able to twerk when impersonating a young women? I literally can't even!'' he laughed." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: As a Lich you've spent your eternity in the shadows ensuring the small nation you own is a safe haven for the races that wish a peaceful life, however you get news that a local orc settlement was destroyed by a group of adventurers proclaiming that they will 'save the nation.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A sooty goblet almost took Sherberts Head off when it ricocheted from a wall. The small skeleton would have had many different expressions running across its face, if it still had one. \"Oh sorry, Sherbert. Did I hit you? I hope not. Do you need repairs?\" a soft and caring voice said as it came nearer. Sherbert looked up to his master and as he was helped up, answered: \"Nothing to worry, Master. I'm complete and unharmed. Anything bothering you, Master?\" The skeletal servant looked up and into the dark nothingness of his masters hood. There was a moment of silence. His master sighed and said: \"I am no fan of bothering you with this, Sherbert. But it appears my Kingdom has attracted a Pest.\" \"Rats, Master? Or like the nordic word for the black Plague? Malaria? The Flu? Bards?\" the one addressed questioned but his Master shook his head in negation. He also chuckled which always sounded weird.\n\n\"No, my boney incomprehending Fellow. I speak of Adventurers. They have raided one of our Orc Villages. No one was spared. Poor Knaxses, he is out on a Hunting Party. He will be devastated when he returns. I need to send something to him to make him cheer up in due time.\" Sherberts Master explained.\n\nThere was a short silence and the robed Figure continued: \"I know.\" then its Voice switched from warm and friendly to a sound like graveyard gates grinding teeth to dust: \"The Heads of the Adventurers\". This was followed by evil laughter like the skeleton hadn't heard in years. It lasted what felt like forever and Sherbert couldn't help himself but had to clap like a lunatic as his master finished. The robed figure appeared perplex as it looked at Sherbert: \"What. What are you doing?\"\n\nSherbert would have cried big round tears of admiration if he still had the tear ducts for it and explained: \"Master. That was the most perfect rendition of Evil Laugh Number 20 from Deathking Bonerend Cheesegrate. Written 1312. First presented in 1313 to an unknown Group before its early demise. It was. Magical. Master, Thank you. Now I can die again in Peace. Thank you, Master.\" Sherbert bowed before his Master. It looked funny when he folded almost in the middle and the top of his head touched the ground. The hooded figure appeared surprised and stammered: \"Aehm. Of course. You are welcome, Sherbert. Any time. Please get up. Thank you.\"\n\nThere was awkward silence until the Figure spoke again maybe a minute later: \"Alright. We need to make this quick before they reach the Slaughterpits. The Zombies are not ready yet and I just had a new Strain of Mosses installed. Could we get some Wraiths from the North? 1521 was a good vintage.\" Sherbert nodded: \"Whatever you desire, it will be done. But if I may give you Advice, Master?\" The hooded figure nodded and the skeleton continued: \"The harvest two years ago was splendid. Harry Bones the Graveyard Keeper told me earlier today how he almost had a heart attack last week while turning them in their Graves.\" This surprised Sherberts Master and he asked unbelieving: \"Harry Bones said that? My word, those must be quite good Wraiths. Alright, color me convinced. We take those.\" \"Very well, my Master. I will send for him immediately. Another unworthy Input of me, Master? I replaced your Phylactery in your Vault and patched the Foot of the Couch it propped up. May I advise you to not use it to repair broken Furniture again?\" The hooded figure looked caught: \"I'm sorry Sherbert. Thank you very much. It just conveniently had the correct height. Couldn't finish my nap with all that wobbling around.\" While the skeleton bowed to take its leave it also noted: \"Very well, Master. May your foresight be as clear as your ability to precisely estimate item diameters.\" and as soon as it had spoken proceeded to leave the room through one of the many candlelit dungeon corridors. \"Was that sarcasm?\" the hooded figure asked itself then turning in the direction in which its servant had left: \"Sherbert used bloody sarcasm on me.\"\n\n\"I used bloody sarcasm on the Master\" a skeleton shambling down the corridor as fast as its bony legs could manage. Skidding around corners on chalky feet it scolded itself. \"I should not have done that.\" As soon as it had passed the Dungeons Gate it noted again: \"I should've not have done that.\" He made for the Graveyard when a deafening sound erupted from the depths of the dungeon, calling Sherberts Name in anger. \"Should not have done that. Nope\"" } ]