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[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 900-1000 words. Prompt: You awake in a hospital after what the doctors claim was a 20-year coma. As you try to adjust to your new reality, you discover evidence that not only were you conscious during that time, but you did some unspeakable things..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Welcome back to the land of the living Mr Brightshaw. You had us quite worried for a moment. Nurse, how soon until he is coherent enough to speak?”, a clinically dry male voice sounded.\n\nMr Michael Brightshaw opened his eyes to find himself looking up at a white, sterile ceiling with the kind of halogen lighting that is only ever found in government buildings and hospitals. To his impending dismay, he was soon to discover that this was, in fact, a government hospital.\n\n“Can you tell me your name, sir?” a pretty orderly asked while blinding him with a pen-light. Mr Brightshaw tried to form the words but his mouth was dry and his tongue leaden and all that he could produce was a rasping sound not unlike the dying breath of a sick man. A hand reached across and offered a small opaque cup with a curly straw protruding from the lid. “Drink Michael, we have much to discuss”. And Michael drank.\n\n“My name is Michael Thomas Brightshaw” he said, the thunder of his own voice sounding in his head surprising him.\n\n“Well Mr Brightshaw, you have been away for some time. I suppose you want to know what day it is?” the source of the dry male voice asked. “Well it is October 31st in the year 2017.” He said the last part as two thousand and seventeen. “Do you know why you are here?”\n\nMichael turned his head now to regard the man beside the bed. With his close cropped black hair and thin, gaunt face he looked like many of the stereotypes associated with government suits. The only distinguishing feature were his eyes. They were white all through, with a tiny black dot for a pupil at the centre. He wore a dark grey suit in the traditional way and Michael could see a wide brimmed hat sitting off to one side at the bottom of the cot.\n\nMichael shook his head slowly, words still difficult to form so soon after the last.\n\nThe man with the eyes looked at him for a long moment and then began:\n\n“As you have said, you are Michael Thomas Brightshaw. You have no immediate family and have never known friendship. At age 24 you were caught in a thunderstorm near a place known as Crippler’s Rest. There after you suffered seizures and prolonged periods of ambulatory amnesia, what is known as a ‘Fugue State’. After every ‘episode’ as the Doctor you sought help from named them, you would emerge talking in languages and concepts that have long been forgotten by civilization. It was then that the Doctor began to suspect something more…...supernatural was at work.”\n\n“You agreed to let this Doctor monitor and eventually experiment on you while you underwent these episodes. What he discovered has astounded the government’s top research scientists for as long as they’ve had their hands on his notes. This was 20 years ago. They are still no closer to unravelling the meaning behind his discovery: that you Mr Michael Brightshaw, possess an ability to become your Eternal Essence at will. According to the Good Doctor’s notes a person’s Eternal Essence is the suspected aspect of the ‘soul’ that follows them through every reincarnation. All beings have a soul that is determined by their surroundings and environment but only one part remains unchangeable during their path through eternity.”\n\nThe room was silent and for the first time Michael noticed the fear in the orderly’s eyes. It was Fear of HIM. He looked back to the man in grey as he continued:\n\n“On October 31st 1997, you entered into an episode unlike any before it. The Good Doctor knew this and tried in desperate haste to contain the immediate danger you posed to yourself and those around you. You see Michael, when you took on the form of your Eternal Essence your consciousness ‘elevates’ to the Aspect Dimension, a parallel plane of existence that hovers over ours. Except on that night, your Essence had found a way to break through to our plane of existence, it killed the Good Doctor and everyone in the surrounding area before the sun at dawn. With a valiant last act, the Good Doctor managed to sever the link between your body and your Essence, forcing you back to the Aspect Dimension and trapping your consciousness there.\"\n\n\"For the last 2 decades, you spent your time trying to control your Eternal Essence in order to find a way back to your body. You reached out a few times in an attempt to make contact but at each crossing you lost control and unleashed devastation upon the surrounding area. We lost some good people...\"\n\n\"Eventually you got a handle on it and began to have more successful ventures out from the Aspect Dimension, contacting our people and seeking help.\n\nYou are here today because of the combined effort of our most brilliant staff and your drive towards mastery of your Essence. You see Michael, your Eternal Essence is a dark thing, built from millennia of violence, isolation and despair. You have committed terrible acts under its command and you have a lot to answer for.”\n\nHe finished with little to no emotion in his voice, he was simply stating a fact. Like a general ordering troops.\n\nMichael could hear himself breathing, short little breaths that didn’t help his need to inhale at all. Finally finding his voice again, he said, “I don’t remember any of this, how can I atone for sins that I have no recollection of committing. Why not kill me and ensure that I could never again harm anyone? What is it that you want?”\n\nThe words out of the Grey Man’s mouth, with his thin suit and pin-point white eyes, were like a judge’s gavel striking the block.\n\n“A soldier.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: on earth a man puts his hand in his hat; In the rabbit realm the hand appears and the rabbit council must choose a sacrifice" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darkness fell over the warren.\n\nA great looming shadow passed over the vale, blocking out the high summer sun. The townsfolk all stood in a drunken stupor as they watched the Almighty Chooser slowly edge itself across the sky. The gargantuan pink fleshy entity is not new. The people of the warren have a strange relationship with this deity incarnate. For as long history has been told, the Almighty Chooser would descend from the heavens sporadically and demand tribute lest the people invoke the wrath of the divine.\n\nAs the five-tentacled numen drew ever closer a great clamour arose from the warren. A cacophony of bell tolls chimed and clanged, announcing the arrival of their feared god.\n\nThe sound snapped all back to reality. They left their fields and their underground homes, and all began to congregate at the great temple at the heart of the civilisation. The temple stood as an immense pyramid hewn from the heart of a once great mountain, visible from everywhere within the vale. Atop the grand megalithic monument sat the Arcane Gateway, a large cylindrical stone structure with an impressive disk-like platform at it’s base almost as grand as the pyramid in which it rests upon that is held aloft by several ostentatiously carved obsidian pillars taller than several dozen townsfolk stacked atop one another.\n\nThe townsfolk hopped up the countless steps leading to the top of the pyramid where the council elders had already convened and were waiting. Dressed in ritualistic ceremonial robes, the elders formed a small semi-circle before the growing crowd.\n\nA paw was raised from the grand elder and silence fell upon the crowd. The stragglers slowly slipped into the throng of nervous bodies as the elder began to speak.\n\n“Today marks the day in which the Almighty Chooser demands tribute!”\n\nA pair of priestly figures then brought a large cauldron filled with strips of paper. A stunned silence filled the air as the priests backed off into the semi-circle of elders, leaving the cast iron pot in the centre of the gathering.\n\n“As per each tribute, a name must be chosen from the Drawing Pot. This practice has severed our forefathers time and again for generations as a fair and just way of collecting the tribute.” He then reached his paw into the mix of names. After a few swirls and tosses, he with drew a single sheet of paper and held it aloft for all to see.\n\n“The name in which is inscribed upon this parchment is that of whom will be sacrificed in the name of the Almighty Chooser and will stave off the wrath of the divine for yet another cycle until tribute is yet demanded of us when He sees fit.” The elder then unravelled the note and read aloud the name in a deep booming voice. “Peter of Meadowside Warren!”\n\nA few sharp gasps and sighs of relief escaped the mouths of the expectant crowd.\n\n“Peter, please step forward and we can begin the Giving.”\n\nAfter a moment of silence, a sole figure emerged from the crowd and sheepishly stepped before the elders. His ears hung low, his head sunk into his chest as he dropped to his knees before the council.\n\n“Bless your child Almighty Chooser for he is ready to be taken to live all those who came before him behind the gates of heaven.” The elder spoke softly as he painted a religious icon on the brow of the chosen in holy water.\n\nThe elder stepped back and began the ritual. A soft murmur began to rise from the crowd, nothing more than the sound of a light breeze, as they spoke the sacred words. The Almighty Chooser was almost upon them as a wind howled into life within the Arcane Gateway. The vortex of cool air spiralled faster and faster as the chanting rose into almost a shout. The wind spun round so fast that Peter was slowly raised off his feet and up towards the Almighty Chooser as it eclipsed the topside opening of the Arcane Gateway’s grand cylinder.\n\nAs the chanting reached it’s crescendo, Peter had been raised almost the whole way through the Arcane Gateway. Finally the Almighty Chooser was directly above the Arcane Gateway and with a sudden violent gust of wind and a deafening crack of thunder the tribute had been paid.\n\nAs the wind died down, the sun gleamed down upon the faces of the townsfolk who were staring up at the now closed Arcane Gateway where both Peter and the Almighty Chooser had once been moments before.\n\nThe commune slowly disbanded and the people of the warren meandered back down the colossal temple steps to continue their mundane lives where they would wait for the next coming of the Almighty Chooser.\n\nPeter felt a great force pulling on him by the scruff of his neck as he was ripped through a velvet darkness. A great blast of white hot light and a sudden raucous applause hit him all at once. It took Peter a few seconds to come to.\n\nIs this heaven? He thought to himself as his vision returned and he saw before him a sea of strange bipedal entities all sat in the darkness behind a line of powerful mini-suns.\n\n“Ta Da!” sounded a great booming voice came from next to him as another round of applause almost deafened Peter. He looked over his shoulder and saw the cruel rictus of a deranged entity.\n\nNo, this is not heaven. This…this is hell…thought Peter as he was stuffed back into the velvet darkness." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1400-1500 words. Prompt: An eccentric scientist has built a time machine and is about to test it when he is visited by a future version of himself..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally the machine was ready. Steve caressed the keys and smiled, soon time travel would be a real thing, soon he'd prove everyone wrong, he'd show the world that his theories on time and relativity were accurate. He looked at the dials and wondered where to go. He had to disrupt some big event and then tell people about how he had his knowledge from being a person from the future.\n\nInstantly the JFK assassination sprung into his mind. He'd save the president and be a hero, only after his heroic act would he then reveal how he knew what would happen and had stopped it and that time travel was real. Quickly he spun the dials and set the machine to November 22nd 1963.\n\nJust as he started centering in on Texas he heard footsteps behind him. As Steve turned he saw the gun being raised towards him and instinctively he ducked. The shot hit right above his head, followed by another that just missed his right ear. Steve sprawled to the ground and looked up to see himself, only with a Hitler haircut and mustache.\n\n\"I must stop you from doing this.\" The man said in English that had a thick German accent, but just as he pointed his gun at Steve two more shots rang out. Hitler Steve's chest exploded in a pink cloud and he crumpled to the ground.\n\n\"We got him!\" another German accented voice shouted.\n\n\"Wait. We're still here. Something's wrong.\" another German accented voice responded.\n\nSteve crawled under a workbench and threw a tarp over himself. He looked on in horror as two more Hitler Stevens walked into the room.\n\n\"He's one of us!\" Second Hitler Steve of them shouted in horror. \"That makes three multiverses where we attempted to halt this nightmare.\"\n\n\"What if we're the cause of it?\" Third Hitler Steve asked nervously.\n\n\"How can we cause it? We were never here when it happened the first time.\" Second Hitler Steve barked back at him.\n\n\"But in Terminator Kyle Reese couldn't have been there the first time but he fathers John Conner and that causes the war and all that.\" Third Hitler Steve replied.\n\n\"It's a stupid movie. None of that makes any sense by our math. Anything like this would cause ripples and time streams and you know the time multipliers and reality co-enablers and the rest of it wouldn't accept such.\" Second Hitler Steve said.\n\nAs he kept talking machine gun fire filled the room and the two new Hitler Stevens were killed. A fourth Hitler Steve burst into the room. This one carried a StG 44 on in his arms and a large backpack.\n\n\"Fools, screw trying to find Steve. The machine is the problem, no machine, no Nazi victory in World War Two. I'll fix it all. I'll make it right.\" he said as he threw the backpack down and began unpacking.\n\nSteve crept from under the tarp and past the bodies of the dead Hitler Stevens and got to the door of the time machine.\n\n\"Please. My whole life has been spent building this machine. I need it to work. I need to prove what I said is true. I'm not going back to World War Two, why on earth would I help the Nazi's win? I'm not a monster. I'm going to prevent the assassination of JFK, that can't have anything to do with Hitler.\"\n\nFourth Hitler Steve didn't even bother to look at him.\n\n\"You can't know what happens, hell right now I don't even know what happens, but I do know in some futures, far to many of them really it ends up with the Nazi's winning because of this machine. Heck I bet even more realities are being corrupted by it even now. This thing has to go. So yeah you were right but it's bad for the world that you were.\" Fourth Hitler Steve finished as he armed the bomb.\n\nSteve looked at his creation, his beautiful machine and couldn't help himself, he reached for the StG. The two men began to fight over it.\n\n\"I set the timer for twenty seconds and I brought enough explosives to level this house three times over, your machine is toast.\" Fourth Hitler Steve reassured Steve as they fought over the StG. The gun smashed into the time dial and Fourth Nazi Steve looked in horror as he saw the 63 invert into a 36.\n\n\"No, this can't be happening! This isn't how it happened before!\" Fourth Hitler Steve cried out in horror as they continued to smash and flail inside the machine and then suddenly the engine engaged. Existence ended for them.\n\nSteve was in complete oblivion, yet somehow aware of it. He felt a shudder and then suddenly he was in reality again. He had a horrible falling feeling and then a sickening crash.\n\n\"Oh no. We've landed on Hitler. Fuck no, this is it, this is it all over again.\" Fourth Hitler Steve said. A horrible noise came from the machine.\n\n\"What? We're on top of Hitler?\" Steve asked in horror.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm a paradox, I shouldn't be in this timeline so the machine brought us to Hitler in 1936 to try to correct the issue. If we're really lucky he's dead and maybe I can salvage this.\" Fourth Hitler Steve said.\n\n\"But it didn't try to fix all the other Hitler Stevens that came after me before.\" Steve replied.\n\n\"It wasn't on then! How could I have been so dumb as you are and yet made this blasted machine?\" Fourth Hitler Steve said.\n\nHitler's distinct voice crying out in agony could be heard beneath the machine. A beat passed and the machine made a horrific series of noises that then went into a whining noise that was getting higher and higher pitched. Steve felt himself floating and then he faded from reality again.\n\nThose who saw the time machine crash onto Hitler during his speech said that after a few seconds it felt like reality itself rippled. When people finally rushed to tend to their fallen leader the giant object that had fallen on him was mysteriously missing and Hitler himself was unharmed.\n\nSteve saw through the eyes of another man. He heard Hitler's voice coming from his own mouth. It was weirdly muffled and distant but it was clearly his body saying these things, yet he had no control over it. He watched in horror as the crowd cheered Hitler as he gave his speech.\n\n\"Oh don't worry Steve, once he goes to sleep you'll sleep too and when you do all the mistakes Hitler made will come pouring out of your memories and into his. Dunkirk, the Battle of Britain, declaring war on Russia and the US. He'll see it all and get it all right this time. Way to consign humanity to this monster's tyranny.\" Fourth Hitler Steve's voice shouted at him.\n\n\"What?! Where are you?! What's happening? How is this happening?!\" Steve asked.\n\n\"You me and Hitler were a paradox and the machine fixed that by merging us all into one giant pile of Hitler-Steve-Other-Timeline-Hitler-Steve-Combo only Hitler's got the steering wheel because he's the only one who's supposed to be in this time stream at this time.\" Forth Hitler Steve explained.\n\n\"But you got to the machine, you tired to stop it.\" Steve said.\n\n\"Yeah but that took years of wearing him down. I broke him by 1955 but by them the worst of it had already happened. Once he's done defeating the world and is tired of banging Eva Braun I can creep into his mind, slap together a time machine in a few years and make a try to fix things.\" Fourth Hitler Steve said.\n\n\"Well it almost worked last time.\" Steve said hopefully.\n\n\"No, this last time it sucked Steve, it really sucked, when that bomb went off we were in the time stream and instead of blowing up the machine it blew up the time streams and we've infected tens of thousands of other timelines with intelligent Hitlers who'll know how to win the war. You have no idea how bad this is Steve.\" Fourth Hitler Steve said.\n\n\"Wow, you really fucked up.\" Steve responded.\n\n\"Yeah I fucked up, but my fuck up was a mistake based on your mistake, you're the ur-mistake of this whole process Steve, never forget that.\" Fourth Hitler Steve sneered at him.\n\n\"Point taken. Now how do we stop this?\" Steve asked.\n\n\"Stop it? By trying to stop this we started this damn thing.\" Fourth Hitler Steve replied. When he finished Steve could hear the crowd chanting \"Sieg Heil!\" and felt a horror he didn't know possible." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Every year you take a week off to go hunting. You bring a rifle and a pistol, but you've never told anyone what the pistol is for." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been engraved in every part of me by then, waking up early in the morning, look in the mirror, shower, shave the stubble, get dressed, eat a meager breakfast and get my things. By that I meant I took my father's old rifle, my hand brushed across the worn beach wood that had seen many hunts. Last thing I grabbed was a pistol, a glock. It only had one bullet left in it, I had gotten so close every time.\n\nI put on my boots not even recognizing that this would be the sixth time I brought the pistol. It had all become blurred at this point, the times when I had backed out at the last second or not even tried at all. Today felt good though as I made my way through the woods, my cabin fading into the dotted pines behind me. It usually took about an hour to get to my hunting field so until then I made slow progress not wanting to scare off the deer.\n\nIt was an overcast day and the forest cast itself into a bleak canvas of dark greens and beiges of the dying leaves and pine needles. I had arrived at the feild and unslung my rifle from my shoulder, the pistol I set beside me not looking at it besides when I took it out.\n\nAs time went by my hope began to fade, meanwhile the approaching storm sent whispers through the tree leaves as I waited for a kill... wait...\n\nThere...\n\nOn the other side of the clearing a large deer began to stroll in, his legs parting the long grass as he strolled forwards. I took sights and slowed my breathing, an electric tension running through my hands as I waited to shoot. It needed to be the perfect shot or else it would die slowly.\n\nNow.\n\nI fired and time slowed as the sound crashed through the forest, the hit was spot on, the deer dropped to the floor the bullet hitting it's upper cranium as it felt no pain.\n\nI let out a sigh of relief and tossed the rifle behind me, I wouldn't need it anymore. Now though I turned to the pistol and walked forwards. I stuck out my hands and felt the long blades of grass cascade across my finger tips if it was going to be over soon I would rather enjoy these moments. Even if they were filled with fleeting pleasure.\n\nI took in the deer as I now stood over It, my pistol hanging limply at my side. Kneeling down I set my hand on its chest still warm and smiled, I noticed the scar along its back, long and very old but it had confirmed what I knew.\n\n\"Good bye old friend.\" One last shot ran out through the forest as the mans mind faded, he had known sorrow, sadness and hatred so he was glad to finally know some fragment of peace. It was graceful and welcomed him with open arms.\n\n--\n\nIt was the man again, this time fifteen years old but once again walking through the forest. Yet this time not alone, his father walks beside him, their footsteps over small branches and twigs resonating throughout the pines.\n\n\"The most important thing Jack is to finish the hunt, don't let the deer suffer but don't let it get away. Remember that and you'll do fine.\" Jack nodded, nerves causing his hands to shake as his father passed him his rifle. They had made it to the clearing, the sky once again overcast and bleak as they looked across the grass field.\n\nIn the middle an elk no older than three sat grazing on the grass, it's mind clear of sorrow, sadness and hatred. Yet it felt pain, a rippling sensation that tore through its mind, instincts kicking it as it ran farther and farther away from the pain it now faced.\n\nBack on the other side jack saw it run away, he knew he was going to miss and did it on purpose. He looked to his dad now though, the rifle now set down and could see the loathing anger that burned through his eyes. He struck the boy across his face and began to toss him in the clearing.\n\n\"This is how you repay me? You're fucking useless Jack, you can't even hit a baby deer? This is why your mom left, you're a no good piece of sh-\" a second shot rang out, and this time his father's body dropped to the ground.\n\nThis time jack smiled, he didn't usually miss unless he wanted to and this time was no different. He began to walk away, knowing that he would return to this clearing one day.\n\n--\n\nThey were the same deer and boy, both had grown and withered with age.\n\nThe father had been abusive his hatred exploded outwards at his son time and time again,\n\nBut jack had learned one lesson from him, finish the hunt no matter what,\n\nAnd so ten years later he had come back, no family and no relatives to edge away his sadness. He envied the deer, how it was free in the forest and how he only longed to be.\n\nThe boy, filled with sorrow, sadness and hatred had let his last breath go beside the deer that had known none of this, only the pain that it felt so long ago, and the scar to remember it across its back." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You're best friends with both a super hero and a super villain who hate each other. You try to get them to stop trying to hurt each other without revealing you're close friends with the other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew my two friends could work things out as long as they didn’t punch each other in the face. Sometimes, two people who hate each other need to duke it out. I’ve done it before, and now Kaden and I meet up for dinner every Thursday. The problem with my two friends is that other people could hurt if they exchange blows.\n\nThey’re superheroes. Well, Green Belt is a hero, and SSDriver is a villain to him.\n\n“He’s not that bad of a guy,” I said to Green Belt. “Just a bit misunderstood.”\n\nI’d been talking to the superhero for over an hour. Green Belt took issue with SSDriver. The latter drove a car that hacked into personal, governmental, and corporate device just by driving pass them. The vehicle stored a yottabyte of private data. The local police tried to find the car for the past several weeks, but SSDriver constantly manipulated any information on him and his whereabouts leaving the cops deceived.\n\nGreen Belt adjusted his karategi and sipped his drink.\n\n“My girlfriend got hacked by her ex,” he said. “The creep stole intimate photos she took for me and posted them on a revenge porn site. The whole fiasco sent her into a depression. Sorry Andy, SSDriver’s gotta go. The police might have difficulty finding that dork but I don’t rely on technology one bit.”\n\nHe picked up his phone and checked the weather. It’ll be raining later in the afternoon.\n\n“Right. But you understand he drives a sports car that’s built like a tank? I’m not sure how martial arts will perform in a head on collision with a 3 ton vehicle moving at 70 mph.”\n\n“It’ll run out of gas eventually.”\n\n“It’s solar powered.”\n\n“Then it’s a good thing rain’s coming shortly,” he stood up waved down a waiter. “Plus, you know that as long as I wear my green belt, I have the power of an ox and the speed of a —“\n\n“—Peregrine falcon. Yeah I know that Michael,” I said hoping that using his first name would bring out a sentimental side of the fighter. “But SSDriver hasn’t done anything with the information he stole. He’s acting out of desperation. I’ve spoke with the guy a number of times—“\n\nGreen Belt raised an eyebrow.\n\nI continued, “No, I’m not telling you where he is — yet that is. But I will tell you this: SSDriver is sick and not in the mentally unstable way. He literally has a terminal illness. I think the doctors give him 6 months to live. He’s driving around, gathering up all this information so he can find a cure. Engaging in combat might push him to do something stupid though, since he has nothing to lose.”\n\nGreen Belt remained quiet for a moment.\n\n“Fine. I’ll talk to him,” he finally said.\n\n“Without you wearing the karate garb?”\n\nHe looked upwards in deep thought and agreed. He’d leave his outfit at home as long as SSDriver wasn’t in his car.\n\n“Of course,” I said, not knowing if my friend Kaden — the SSDriver — would agree to the condition." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: You have a secret admirer. They're always leaving little gifts around the place for you. One day they leave a poem on your front door. It's cute, not creepy, like a kid wrote it. Honestly, you like the attention. You show the poem to your sister who says, \"isn't that your handwriting?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“You’re messing with me aren’t you?” Chloe looked up from the sheet of paper I’d handed her. “You really don’t know who this person is?”\n\n“No I have no idea. For the past few weeks I’ve gotten little packages in the mail. No postage or return address. It was always cute things like toy rings, costume jewelry, and once a plastic chocolate covered strawberry. But this is the first time I’ve gotten a poem. But it seems like a kid wrote it, I mean it’s clearly someone younger than me. I figured maybe you knew one of the boys in the neighborhood that had a crush on me?”\n\n“Oh I know exactly who sent this Rylie. I just don’t understand why you would mess with me like this. It’s not funny. I’ve got better things to do with my time.” She went back to reading her book, throwing the paper at me.\n\n“I’m not messing with you. I want to find out who sent it so I can thank them , but also tell them to stop. It’s cute, but I’m sure they are way too young for me. I mean there is no way some one my age would write.”\n\nChloe peered above her book and rolled her eyes “Right there’s no way someone YOUR AGE would write, I love you more than applesauce; Than peaches and a plum; Than chocolate hearts and cherry tarts and berry bubble-gum I love you more than lemonade and seven layer-cake; Than lollipops and candy drops and a thick vanilla shake. You honestly want me to believe you have no idea who wrote this?”\n\n“I really don’t, I’m begging you, if you know who wrote it tell me.”\n\n“Fine but first you need to do something for me.”\n\n“Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”\n\n“Ok go get a piece of paper and a pen.”\n\nAfter a minute Rylie returned\n\n“Ok got it”\n\n“Ok now right exactly what I say then hand it to me. Summer time toes in the sand; Carnival rides baby hand in hand; Sharing pizza and a smoothie too; Yum yum yummy baby. I love you” Chloe read to her sister\n\n“Ok done” Rylie handed her sister the paper\n\n“Just as I thought. Here look” Chloe help both pieces of paper to Rylie.\n\n“It can’t be, there’s no way. How can they have the same handwriting as me?” Rylie became puzzled as she looked at both sheets, seeing the matching paragraphs\n\n“There’s only one explanation, you wrote it.”\n\n“But I would remember doing it, wouldn’t I? And why would I do it? It just doesn’t make sense.”\n\n“Who knows maybe your crazy? I mean that is a song from the cartoon we watched the other day.” Chloe began laughing as she went back to reading her book\n\n“That’s not funny I’m telling mom!” Rylie stormed out of the room\n\nRylie ran upstairs to her mothers bedroom. She entered the room quietly. The lights were of and although It was the afternoon, her mother was still laying in bed.\n\n“Mom Chloe’s being mean to me again. She said I was crazy. That I’m sending letter and gifts to myself. It’s not funny and I want you to yell at her.”\n\nHer mother slowly sat up from the covers. Tears rolled down her cheek. She sat there clutching a small stuffed unicorn. “Please Rylie don’t say things like that it’s not funny.”\n\n“But mom she’s always being mean to me. And I don’t like it, please go yell at her.”\n\nHer mother began to sob.\n\n“How can I when she died last week.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: It's been raining for 3 hours, and it's forecasted to rain for 2 more. You are mildly disappointed, but resigned to it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hate rain.\n\nIn my part of the world, rain immediately equates to flashfloods, brownouts, and general inconvenience. The young ones welcome it due to class suspensions; the adults grumble over rainwashed roads and inevitable traffic.\n\nMe? I just hate it.\n\nI hated it even more now that I was stuck in this convenience store, waiting for the flood outside to subside. The girl at the register looked at me sympathetically and I just shrugged. It's been 3 hours, and a quick check of the weather said that 2 more hours of miserable rain would descend upon the earth.\n\nI really, really hate it.\n\nNormally, on days like these, I hunker down in bed with a book or a video game. Today, however, was the day the ex wanted me to give their stuff back, and no other day would do, apparently. I left the house when the first drops fell and pulled into this store when the floodwater started to rise. That's when I saw that they sent me a message about postponing the thing.\n\nThat was 2 hours ago. I'm not even mad anymore. I'm just... tired, I guess. Tired of hoping, tired of disappointment, tired of this darn rain.\n\nA voice interrupted my thoughts. \"It won't last forever, you know.\" The girl previously at the counter placed two coffees on the table and slid into the seat across mine. She handed me a cup. I didn't order it, but she said, \"On the house, don't worry.\"\n\nI looked down at the cup and worried about whether she might have done something to it, but quickly dismissed those thoughts. I didn't mind random acts of kindness every now and then.\n\n\"Thanks,\" I replied, bringing the coffee to my lips. Its warmth was comforting, as was the bitterness that I was all too familiar of.\n\nShe smiled as she saw me drinking it. \"I love rain. I love how magical it is. Sometimes you can predict it, but you can't really stop it from falling, you know?\"\n\nI grunted noncommittally. I bet she was one of those monologuers who waxed poetic about incredibly mundane things. My ex was one, too.\n\nShe must have seen my face, because I saw her smile into her cup. She gave me a little nod and looked out the window.\n\nWe sat there, sipping our coffee, waiting in silence for the rain to stop. When I emptied my cup, she wordlessly got up and returned with two fresh ones. She offered one to me. I said a gruff \"Thank you\" and took it. She sat back down without a word.\n\nNo one else came in through the doors for those two hours. Soon enough, the rain let up and turned into a light drizzle. She stood up, took our empty cups, and glanced my way. I nodded at her and she smiled. I saw her make her way back to the counter.\n\nI stretched my arms above my head. The floods would soon abate, the sun would shine through, and the world would turn again. Nothing has truly changed, except maybe for the doused streets and foul tempers.\n\nI finished the last of my now cold coffee in one gulp. I was about to get up from my seat when I noticed something written in bright red on the inside of my cup. A single word.\n\n\"Smile!\"\n\nI stared at the writing for a good while and felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. A feeling of unexpected happiness filled up my being.\n\nStill smiling, I got up from my spot and walked to the counter. The girl wasn't there, probably busy elsewhere. I brought out my wallet, dropped $10 into the tip box, and left the store. I was immediately hit by the sun's bright rays, a promise of a sunny afternoon. I made my way to my car.\n\nI still hate the rain. Nothing will probably convince me otherwise. At least now, I'll have something to smile about the next time it comes around." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: Good Workout" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just walking in the door, she could feel eyes on her. This happened every time, not that she minded. In fact, it was half the fun of coming to the gym in the first place. Nicole knew she was hot, and she loved it.\n\nShe walked past the weight lifting area, swinging her hips with a purpose, pretending not to notice the ogling men. Some would hurry and add weight to their bars in an attempt to impress, a couple would try to call her over, others would just stop and stare.\n\nToday was cardio day, so Nicole continued to the treadmills. She chose one on the end where she could see most of the gym. Stepping on, she set the speed to a nice jog. She looked over at the mirror on the wall and admired her own body as she ran. Her perfectly round ass looked amazing in her tight shorts. Her large, full breasts bounced up and down with each step. Her stomach was toned and flat, highlighted by the crop top tank she was wearing.\n\nOccasionally, she glanced around the room, knowing she’d catch at least one man sneaking a look at her. As usual, that’s exactly what she found. The attention, this subtle game she played, was like fuel for her. It encouraged her to run faster, work out harder.\n\nThis time when she looked to the gym, she noticed a man she had never seen before. She didn’t just notice him, she damn near lost her footing when she saw him. Never before had she seen a man who made her react this way. Sure, every once in a while, a good-looking guy would walk in, but none as attractive as she was and certainly none that deserved her attention. This man, though. This man was a god sent to her. Suddenly, she had a fire burning inside. And somehow, this man was the only one in the room who didn’t seem to see her. She knew she had to change that.\n\nFinishing her run, she stepped off the treadmill and made her way to the middle of the floor. This is where she typically did her stretches. It was a strategic location because she knew the men lifting weights could see her in the mirrors. She always gave a good show, but today, the show was just for him. As she walked over, she took note of his chiseled body, every muscle well defined. He was perfection.\n\nNicole performed her stretches with a little more exaggeration than typical. She bent over slowly. Touched the floor a few seconds longer than normal. Did a little bounce when she lifted her arms over her head. None of this seemed to have any effect on this mystery man. Nicole grabbed a towel, and in a last-ditch effort, did a sensual rub down. She moved the towel over her stomach, lifted her top, exposing the bottom of her breasts. Still, not even a side eyed glance from him.\n\nFrustrated and confused, she decided it was time to leave. First, she went in to the changing room to freshen up and compose herself. As she bent over the sink, splashing water over her face, she felt someone come up behind her. His cock was hard and pressing against her ass. His hands on her hips, running up her sides. He reached under her top, her tits resting in his hands. She looked up in to the mirror and saw him, the gorgeous mystery man, standing behind her. Before she could do or say anything, he had her ponytail in his hand and jerked her head back. He looked at her in the mirror, whispered “I saw what you were doing you naughty girl”, and bit at her earlobe.\n\nMaintaining eye contact in the mirror, he moved to her neck. Sucking and biting. She could feel his cock throbbing, her body started to quiver, and she grabbed the sides of the sink to steady herself. His hands moved to her shorts, pulling them down, exposing her ass. He slapped her ass cheek then grabbed it, asking her “is this what you wanted?” She nodded and his hand moved between her legs. She hadn’t even noticed how wet she was until he effortlessly slipped two fingers inside her pussy, his thumb pressing against her ass hole.\n\nAs he slid his fingers in and out of her, Nicole was acutely aware of the public place they were in, where anybody could walk in at any moment. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled his fingers out, reaching up and putting them in her mouth. With his other hand, he pulled his shorts down enough to let his raging hard on free.\n\n“Do you want this?” he asked as he placed his cock against her pussy.\n\nNicole nodded.\n\n“Tell me you want it,” he said firmly.\n\n“Fuck me,” she whispered.\n\n“Such a slut,” he said as he jammed his hard cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy. Slamming in and out, fucking her hard, grunting with each thrust.\n\nNicole could feel her body reacting. Her heart was racing, her body pulsating, pussy quivering. She knew she was close. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the scream that was coming. It didn’t help. She yelled out as the wave of orgasm overcame her.\n\n“What the hell?” she heard a woman’s voice.\n\nAnother gym member had walked in as Nicole was experiencing the best orgasm of her life. For a moment, she felt embarrassed, but that quickly faded as the man continued to pound her now sensitive pussy. She felt a surge with every thrust and noticed that he was moving faster and harder. Gripping her hips tighter, pulling her against him as he slammed in to her. She glanced back to see the other woman standing just inside the door, stunned at what she was witnessing. Nicole realized having an audience must be turning the man on more as he fucked her harder than ever.\n\nWith one final motion, Nicole felt him cum deep inside her. Once he was finished, she felt him pull his cock from her pussy, felt the juices dripping. He pulled his shorts back in to place, told her “you’re welcome” and walked past the other woman out the door, leaving Nicole dripping wet, bent over the sink wondering what just happened." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 400-500 words. Prompt: Agents Scully and Mulder encounter Sam and Dean Winchester during an investion/hunt" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mulder flashed his badge to the local sheriff. “Fox Mulder, FBI special agent. This is my partner Dana Scully.” He nodded to Scully.\n\nThe sheriff raised an eyebrow and took a closer look at this badge, as if expecting to find some defect that might prove it a fake.\n\n“Just what we need, more feds.”\n\n“I’m sorry?”\n\n“Two more of your boys just went in. Agents Roth and Malloy.” He gestured them behind the police tape. When they were out of earshot, Scully stopped.\n\n“Mulder, those are the names of members of the band Van Halen, Mitch Malloy and David Lee Roth.”\n\n“I know, something doesn’t sit right about this with me. You listen to metal?”\n\n“I’m serious. A.D. Skinner would have told us if another agent were investigating this murder.”\n\n“So maybe it’s not, what did you call it? A wild Mothman chase? A case of a misidentified barn owl?”\n\nThey started walking again, both igniting their flashlights as the crossed the threshold of the house. It was built in the late 19th century, in the gothic revival style. The furniture was draped in mouldering linens. A grand staircase angled upward, covered in decades of dust, save two sets of footprints.\n\nScully indicated with her light, and Mulder nodded, following her upstairs, and pondering why she chose to wear heels to a crime scene.\n\nThey both heard a creek at the same time, coming from one of the bedrooms.\n\n“Agents Scully and Mulder, FBI,” she said, “who’s there?”\n\n“Oh shit,” a voice said and two young men emerged from the room, both with their own flashlights. There were dressed in department store suits, and dark overcoats. Both looked older than their true age, but Mulder could see that they were both in their late teens, unsupervised, playing dress-up as FBI agents and walking around a crime scene. Mulder drew his firearm, and he knew Scully had done the same.\n\n“Okay, boys I’m going to need an explanation, and I’m going to need you to drop your weapon.” He indicated the bulge inexpertly concealing a handgun in the older boy’s waistband.\n\n“We’re, uh special agents Roth and Malloy.”\n\n“Try again. You’re not with the bureau.”\n\n“Look, I’m real sorry,” the younger one look at the other as if to tell him to stop talking. He still hadn’t dropped the gun.\n\n“We don’t have time to explain, but there’s something in there unlike anything you’ve ever seen, and unless you let us go it’s going to kill again and again-- you might not believe us, but our dad could explain better.”\n\n“Mulder, I think he might be telling the truth. Look--”\n\nWhile Mulder had been scanning their facial expressions, their mannerisms, and speech-- the habits of a trained profiler, Scully had been looking for physical evidence. The younger one was bleeding from long but thin gash in his arm.\n\n“You’d be surprised what I’d believe.”\n\nA screech, very unlike that of an owl sounded from the room." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: He let his friend turn him into a girl \"just for break\" to make his friend's crush jealous. But now he was expecting him to keep up the \"girlfriend act\" even when she wasn't around to see!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Spring Broken In\n\nI can't believe I agreed to it bit Bruno really needed the win.  This was a crazy plan he had but to my surprise it seemed to be working. \"Oh, I didn't realize you had a girlfriend, Bruno.\" Sally said with surprise as she turned to me.\n\n\"Yeah. And you are?\" I said with a bitchy tone. The voice of the new body Bruno gave me for the duration of spring break seemed so odd in my ears, but it felt good to walk around in.  Everyone turned their heads and shot me a glance when I walked by in a bikini in this body.  \n\n\"I'm Sally. Just a classmate of Bruno's.\" Sally said in own sweet tone. I see why Bruno likes her so much. So much that he would convince one of his guy friends to inhabit this slutty golem body just to make her jealous.\n\n\"Bruno, Baby, I thought we came down here for a nice vacation alone.\" I tried my best pout and leaned forward and gripped his shoulders.  My breasts pressed to the back of his head as I gave Sally a death stare.\n\n\"Lexi, I was just chatting with my friend.\" Bruno explained.  Sally looked a little hurt at that like she thought they might be more. I personally thought this was a dumb plan. She'd probably say yes if he asked for a date without all this.  He was pretty good looking and a talented student in the Sorcery program at Harvard.\n\nThey broke off the conversation awkwardly and parted with Bruno asking if she would mind having supper with us that night. Sally sweetly accepted and when Bruno's head was turned she returned the death stare. That's when I realized that the plan was working. So I made sure to walk with an extra sassy ass swing as I walked away on Bruno's arm.\n\nEven after she was out of sight I stayed glued to his arm and he led us up to our room.  I expected him to drop the act once we were alone but once the door to the hotel room closed he spun around and pinned me against it. He gave me a deep kiss as his fingers roamed across the body he made.\n\n\"Don't worry, Leroy.\" Bruno whispered into my ear.  \"This is all part of the plan. Sally has a room next to us. After dinner tonight she will come up and hear loud fucking, but I don't want her to hear us having awkward sex. So I was thinking that we should practice.\" He had slipped a finger into my skimpy bikini bottoms and toyed with my clit.\n\n\"Fine…\" I could barely catch my breath to say. \"Just make sure to call me Lexi.\" I was surprised how well he was at fingering me.  My back was still pressed against the door. I couldn't believe that not only was I letting my friend do this, I was imagining taking his dick. I had seen it in locker rooms before.  It was pretty big. Bigger than mine anyway.\n\nI never even thought of sucking another man's dick before but once he released me from the door, that is exactly what I did. After quickly tugging down his trunks I caught his penis into my mouth and hummed with self satisfaction. Bruno moaned as he cradled my head. It might have been my first blowjob but I didn't need any pointers. I just did to him what I liked girls doing to me. \n\nHe seemed very pleased with my efforts and eventually he pulled out of my throat and tossed me to the bed.  My legs hung off the end of it and he yanked my thong to the side and pushed into me with one motion. I was screaming Bruno's name before he clamped a hand around my mouth.  In this body I was too weak to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Not that I wanted to stop him.\n\nHe tossed me around the bed without effort and got me into a new position.  This time I was looking into my friend's eyes as he entered my pussy.  There I was helpless on my back while he worked in and out of me.  When he pinched my nipples I went into sensory overload and shook at the end of his cock. Bruno had made me orgasim.  \"Are you going to come, baby?\" I asked it but it sounded more like I was begging for it.  \n\n\"Where do you want it, Lexi? Do you want it in your slutty mouth?\" Bruno asked in grunts.\n\n\"Yes. Shoot it into my mouth!\" I couldn't believe what I said.  He crawled up my body and once again I had his cock in my mouth.  This time it was coated with my own cum.  Every drop of his load got swallowed.  \n\nFor the rest of the trip, I acted like his devoted girlfriend night and day. During the day I hung off his arm, but at night I made sure to scream his name loud enough for Sally to hear.  \n\nTo my surprise it worked. On the last day of the break I walked in and saw Bruno and Sally fucking on our hotel bed.  I have to admit I was very jealous but I backed out before Sally ever noticed I was there.  \n\nBy the time school started up again Sally was Bruno's girlfriend, but he says he'll possess the sex golem again as a birthday present.  To be honest, all he ever has to do is ask and I'm willing to be Lexi again." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1300-1400 words. Prompt: You have been sentenced to life in prison without parole. What they don't know that is that you are immortal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm a man without a name. I have a name, but for the 733 years I've lived in here, it's gone. I was placed here for being a week late on the payments. I needed the horse I bought to till my field, and harvest was in a month. My family never recovered; my wife ill and my child too young. Once winter came, I realized I was probably alone now, never going to see the outside. Never to hear my child's laugh. After the fire 3 years later, there was no paperwork about why I was there, and that was the beginning of my eternal imprisonment.\n\nThe only name I recall of my original lifespan is Nikola Klietka. When the records went up in flames, it was taken on good faith from the guards who was here for what purpose. Nikola was the only one who knew who I was anymore, and he said he'd clear my name when it came time to process me next week. Nikola never showed up that day. Another said I was convited for murder and was to be here till death, I don't recall the name he called me. With the new owner after the fire, I was put in the darkest pits of the prison. There, I was forgotten. There, I learned I couldn't die.\n\nSoon after I was placed down there, I was no longer fed. I had thirst, I had hunger, and at first I did everything I could to stay alive, eating everything. I had to live. Then, I ran out. Not enough bugs, not enough rodents. Not enough... brown to sustain me. I still lived, and when I tried to end myself, I was too weak knew I would suffer. The end never came. I realized I should be dead, but I couldn't quite get there. I stayed this way for another 15 years.\n\nDuring this time, the seclusion drained my speech, drained my wits, and drained my humanity. The hunger and thirst I learned to ignore, the pit they called a cell I memorized. Then I got a friend. Another man was tossed in with me, as they didn't even think this cell was occupied. Only the dead were tossed down here. He was as shocked as I was, a frail man in here. I wasn't noticed till the guard was out of earshot. He was afraid. He was right. I didn't go hungry for a long time after that, while food was delivered to him, me, now.\n\nUnfortunately, he was also someone who could be afforded to be \"lost\" in the system. For, as near as I can tell, 500 years passed with this man in the cell, routinely being given food, name and identity lost. It would still be another 155 years till I learned to talk again, but I was relocated to another prison at this time, as this one was derelict and was being replaced. I fought against my captors, but they never found the remains of the other one. He was long gone at this point.\n\nOn the travel, I heard more words then I had in a long time, I saw the sun, as brief as it was. I was wrapped up and unable to move, but it was the first new memory I had throughout most of my life. They realized they had no information on me, and like the rest, assumed the worst. But this cell had a window. I could see outside, I could see others. I could hear others. This was the start of me regaining my humanity.\n\nListening to the fellow prisoners, I learned my language again. I learned what words meant. After 4 years, I was able to talk. After one day, I learned I should not talk. The sanitarium, or rather, the crazy box, was punishment for trying to say I did not belong. It was a blow I wasn't ready for. I did not react well. I stayed there for another 70 years, until I was moved again after a prison riot. 4 times this process happened, forgotten until found, then forgotten again, but each time my condition improved.\n\nIn 1766 , I was allowed books. I learned to read for the first time here. I learned about the world. I absorbed everything. I had learned of the new world, of the new wars, of the new people. After 40 years here, however, I was finally noticed.I hadn't aged, my crimes and name non-existent. I did not know my name. I only remembered the one. I told them I was the man who wanted me free, that I was Nikola Klietka. I did not tell them my crimes, I knew better at this point, and no one had ever believed me. Then I was moved to a new kind of prison.\n\nI did not know the personality of the prison warden, but when I finally met him, he seemed like a kind man. Because of my... longevity... I was to be taken to a new facility to be studied. I accepted, thinking that I may convince them to set me free after I gave them everything I knew. The next 32 years were painful. It turned out the warden enjoyed causing pain. I was his new outlet. It was there I learned I could die. When he learned I could die. It was a game, between us. He would cause more pain then I thought possible, and I would learn to mask everything, my emotions, my face, by voice, hoping to push him too far. I felt the blackness more then one, the blackness I could never do to myself. Always he kept me alive though. Until he too, passed away. Watching him wither was the closest I came to happiness away from my books, learning how to frustrate with the absence of emotion was a strange one, but one I learned willingly for attempt at freedom.\n\nThe warden died in his bed a great grandfather. He lived a nice life, with a family who loved him and never suspected his secret. I learned, when the will was read to release the man in the secret basement, they thought it a joke until they checked. I was wary of a ploy, but decided to go along with it, to act like I believed I was free. I masked my surprise when I learned it was truth, just in case. I walked free out of the home, and did not know what to do. There was no pull into seclusion. I was afraid. It was 1854.\n\nI decided, remembering my readings, to travel to the Americas and lead a new life. I managed to scrounge enough money from the family when they learned what had happened to me, ignoring my condition, and got enough for a boat. When I arrived to live in this new world, I was almost returned by the Ellis Island officials, but was let through in the end, a new man in a new world.\n\nWith this new world, and my immortality, I decided I would first learn what I could do. I worked a farm in Tennessee for a while, to remember who I was. But after 20 years and a war, I decided I was better off learning other trades. I could read, write, do anything. I had all the time in the world. I learned carpentry, I learned scientific theories, I figured out how to make a really good cake batter. After the Great War, I realized I was probably going to have to change my name, as people would begin to notice I wasn't aging, as the warden did. Since then. I've changed my name a couple times now, mostly which language my last name is in. Next time I change my name, I think I'll take a risk. I think I'll try to Americanize my name, and take up acting. This new movie technology does seem interesting." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Make us empathize with Bowser, and despise Mario." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We grew up together, her and I, both royalty in the making. We had been best friends since the beginning. She confided in me, told me all her hopes and dreams and we made plans, plans for our future together.\n\nMiddle school was painful, I was a bit of a late bloomer, socially awkward, just couldn't seem to come out of my shell. She told me she liked me once, and I just stammered, and made some dumb joke about how we had been friends forever. I think I broke her heart that day, but she was resilient, she bounced right back and played it all off like she had been joking too, but I knew the truth, and I liked her too. No, I loved her.\n\nHighschool came around and we were still close friends, we both pursued other relationships, despite the spark that remained. She, being the bubbly type she was, was a natural cheerleader, popular with everyone, and drawn to the popular crowd. I had actually started to grow into my body, and by started I mean exploded into it. But damn was I clumsy. My size got me on the team, but my lack of coordination, and the one - incident - left me sitting on the bench most games. But that's when HE showed up. He had transferred schools from upstate, he was the rebel type, the kind all the girls loved, the jerk. He came from a long line of tradesmen, not well off, but his early entry into a profitable trade gave him the confidence to compensate. I hated him from the moment I saw him. She, on the other hand, was smitten.\n\nGraduation was over, and of course we all went to the party afterwards, many of us discovering alcohol for the first time... but not him, he and alcohol were old friends, and apparently bitter enemies. It turns out he's an angry drunk. As the night went on, and the drinking continued, the sound of screaming came from one of the rooms upstairs, and a thunk. I knew that scream was her, I don't know how, but I knew. I charged up the stairs, bursting through the door to find him standing over her, fist clenched, screaming about how he should be the provider, and how he was not inadequate. I grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around just enough to get a clear shot of his jaw and dropped him. That's when the world went dark... She leapt to her feet, not to run to my arms but to his, the hatred in her eyes as she screamed at me shattered every bit of light in me. I didn't hear from her for months after that, apparently I had hit him pretty hard, cracked his skull... He ended up having to have a steel plate put in.\n\nYears later I get a call from one of our friends from school, that bastard had put her in the hospital after a night of drinking, and a fight about how he worked his ass off and she acted like some princess. Apparently those fights happened often, but they never went this far. I don't know what came over me, but I raced to the hospital, paid off a couple orderlies, and took her back to my castle. I had built up quite the army since taking my throne, she would be safe. Or so I had thought.\n\nIt still baffles me to this day how some drugged up alcoholic plumber with a metal plate in his head could do what he did, but that bastard annihilated my troops and destroyed my castle in his pursuit of her. He nearly beat me to death, then dropped me into the FUCKING LAVA. My shell was the only thing that kept me from dying that day, though the memory still claws at my dreams. The worst part is, she went running back to his arms, as though he were the fucking good guy... He just murdered hundreds of innocent men, destroyed millions of dollars worth of property, and - oh yeah - beats you when he gets drunk, which is often!\n\nI keep rebuilding, rescuing her from him, only to have that monster come tear it all down around me every time... But I love her, and she needs me, and while she's here it's like old times again, but only for a little while." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Humans abandoned Earth hundreds of years ago after bringing it to the brink of destruction. Fortunately, with time and nurturing from other interdimensional creatures have returned it to its original state. It's now a protected planet with one unyielding rule: humans are absolutely not allowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“We've tried everything Captain! We just can’t find a way through,” First Officer Harding exclaimed.\n\nChristopher the Courageous, as he had become known to his crew, rapped his knuckles on the armrest then swiveled around to look at his Science Officer.\n\n“Dr Stevens, we must prepare your prototype for use,” he said.\n\n“But Captain, it’s highly volatile and there’s significant risk of failure. We can’t put someone's life at risk like that,” Dr Stevens pleaded.\n\nChristopher held up his hand, “I’ll go myself.”\n\nGasps and whispers echoed across the bridge. The Captain stood up and addressed his crew, “the time has come to take back what is rightfully ours. It was taken from us by forces we do not yet fully appreciate and they have setup a shield to stop us returning. But they underestimate our ingenuity, our resolve and our determination to return home. I propose to lead the first solo expedition using the prototype transport craft designed by Dr Stevens. The rest of you will remain under the command of First Officer Harding until I land with further instructions.”\n\nThere was no need for any goodbyes and certainly no time for questions. The Captain nodded to his First Officer and then walked from the bridge, followed by Dr Stevens who scrambled to keep up.\n\nThirty minutes later the two of them were in the docking bay. Dr Stevens was making the final adjustments to the transport craft while the Captain checked his equipment.\n\n“You do understand the implications, don't you Captain?” Dr Stevens asked him again, nervous about how risky this whole enterprise was.\n\n“Just get on with it!” Christopher growled.\n\n“Fine, but I'm obliged to remind you that I will be effectively ending your life for 30 seconds. That should be enough time to breach the shield, but you’ll be on your own from there. We won’t be able to bring you back from afar if anything goes wrong. There’s no getting around that.”\n\nThe Captain just pulled on his seat belt and nodded, “let’s go!”\n\nThe lid went down and immediately gas started to fill the interior. The Captain slowly began to doze off. Dr Stevens nodded to the control room and the transport craft was flung through a small exit portal.\n\nThe entire ship watched as the craft headed for the Earth, carrying the first human to return in hundreds of years, ready to reclaim their home.\n\nChristopher the Courageous woke with a gasp. As he sucked in the oxygen he’d been deprived of just moments earlier, he looked around, taking in the location of his landing. He was deep in a jungle, surrounded by green vines and exotic plants of a hundred varieties.\n\nHe pulled the lever to open the craft. As the lid jerked free, his ears were immediately hit by a cacophony of bird calls, screaming for attention from every direction. It was deafening, so much so that he had to cover his ears as he climbed out.\n\nOnce he was out of the craft he fiddled with his radio, wanting to confirm his arrival with the crew.\n\nBefore he could finish he saw a flash of movement in the distance. Then he heard the sound of a branch breaking behind him. He turned and saw what appeared to be five naked men standing before him aiming spears directly at his torso.\n\nAs he moved to put his hands above his head in surrender, he managed to flick the switch on his radio so his crew could hear whatever happened next.\n\n“Hello there,” he said, putting out a hand in greeting\n\n“What do you want?” the tallest man said back without moving.\n\n“You speak English? I mean you no harm,” Christopher said.\n\n“Yes, our forefathers taught us the language. They told us we would need it one day. One day when those who came before returned, those who they said destroyed this planet once already,” he looked over the Captain’s shoulder at the smoking craft, “that day must have come.”\n\n“My crew and I are no different to you. We all come from the same origin, from the same life, from Earth,” Christopher said.\n\n“No, we are nothing like you. Our forefathers, the Gravitempus Travelers, brought us to this planet to guard it. Guard it from you and your species. They told us the stories of your destruction. They told us that the previous shield they put up long before your people started ruining this paradise somehow degraded, allowing you to escape, something they regret to this day. With their new shield, and my people as guardians, history will no be allowed to repeat.”\n\nChristopher started backing away, now recognizing the danger he was in. He made it a few steps before bumping into another man.\n\n“Take him,” said the tallest.\n\nHe was seized from behind and a hood pulled down over his head. As he was dragged away, unsure of his fate but certain of his dwindling chances for escape, he remembered the one thing that might save him. His ship was still listening." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Your super-villain boss has just retired, leaving you and your henchman coworkers the keys to his various evil lairs and doomsday devices." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Wait! You’re done?”\n\nThe dark outline of a figure nearly leaned out of the shadows. Nearly. Their army of henchmen, engineers, muscle, maintenance, only knew him as Infinite Unlimited, and had only ever seen him as a black knight, covered from head to toe in obscuring armour. “Naturally. What more is there to do?” the deep, intimidating voice altered beyond recognition answered.\n\n“Well…” 333, communications officer for the base, didn’t even know where to begin. He felt like an engine suddenly starved of fuel, all the motions, resources, functions there, but no longer anything to make power. “What about us?”\n\n“What about you?” Infinite Unlimited leaned backwards again. “You’ve worked with me for decades now, built up impressive skill sets. I assume you’ll find something. Maybe work for another villain. You have potential to be a strong leader, maybe you’ll continue my legacy.”\n\n333 was stopped, friction had brought their coasting to a halt. And then, slowly but surely, fuel began to drip feed back in. They brought up a new window on the control deck - not a single vehicle, weapon, or device out of place. “What about all the equipment here?”\n\n“There’s a reason I made sure everything was returned and maintained. What’s mine is now yours. I don’t care what you do with it anymore.” Infinite Unlimited gave one last smile, the tiny glint of their teeth the only break in their dark silhouette. “Just remember, leave no loose ends.”\n\nUnceremoniously, the call was cut, much like fourteen adversaries were in their first ever big break. A single beep, quick, painless, but this time without all the excitement of knowing the laser sword’s AI targeting-assistant had locked onto the security guard. Naturally 14 knew this stat, being the one responsible for all of Infinite Unlimited’s data logging - there was no reason to be a supervillain if you couldn’t compare your efforts in villainy and prove you were the best.\n\n333 couldn’t move faster from their place at mission control, to the lower levels, where laid a massive expanse of storage bored into a mountain in a location they didn’t even know.\n\n14 just watched them run and sighed. 9947 days was an impressive run, but stopping just short of a milestone number was painful nevertheless. The celebratory gifs she planned on sending out belonged to the recycling bin.\n\nThe rest of the team in mission control could hardly react. They’d each been at their position for so long. None had prepared for this day.\n\n333 was putting to shame even the fastest runners on the heist teams when they exited the stairwell towards the storage level computers. For once it was quiet - no mechanics wrenching away, no engineers or designers circling older creations arguing about what should be transferred to the new model - just the slapping footsteps echoing in the huge chamber. The only change was when they clanged over the steel turntable, which sank into the ground to bring planes from the hangars below to the indoor runway.\n\n333 whistled along when the control panel chirped to confirm their ID. Typically, the screen would give a list of every single vehicle at access, showing the status of the doom weapons and field machinery. Instead it gave one message - 1/527 cards swiped. This one computer locked them out of all the equipment - until everyone, from janitors and canteen crew, to the mission teams and assassins, had swiped their cards.\n\nThe trudge back to their control deck was much slower. At least it gave them time to organise the groups. 128 was good at that, organising people, dividing them into the most efficient groups for the task at hand.\n\nBut 333 didn't want to take all day. Determined, eager, focused, when they threw the door to mission control open they marched straight for the microphone. The alarm button could wake coma patients - the deepest sleeper here stood no chance of missing the message. Even in a situation like this, speaking into this microphone defaulted them to a robotic tone. “Everyone to the storage floor. Make an orderly line and swipe your card.”\n\nAs an earthquake of feet erupted below, 333 fended off questions. “The storage room is on lockdown. It needs 527 cards swiped.”\n\n“Don’t we have 528?”\n\n“Who do you think number one is?” No, that statement was wrong. “Who do you think number one was?”\n\nBy the time the group had made it to the storage floor, there was a line stretching down a good portion of the runway, the final few laggers dripping in. With every chime from the computer, they were another step closer to unleashing whatever they wanted. With the arsenal in this room.\n\nWith each card swiped, a new person fanned out. The ones who cared enough to recognise 333 asked what was happening. “Just an important security sweep, no need to worry,” they said with the same cool, calm precision that secured them this job in the first place.\n\nDespite the cool exterior, they were screaming inside, dreaming of all the possibilities. All the missions, acts, deeds left on the cutting room floor, all the fun you could have with a hovertank, all the places they could visit with access to that jet. As the number of cards swiped grew, so did the fantasies in extravagance. Next they were a one man army, abusing and using all the equipment to demolish banks just for fun. Then they were heading to space, to swap The Moon with Pluto just for the hell of it.\n\nThe final card chirped. 527/527." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: A golem maker has brought their latest creation to a royal party: a graceful beauty of precious gems and metals, masterfully crafted to be living art. The problem being that it's still a golem, and golems are not good at social interaction. At all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mordecai had managed to draw every eye in the room upon his entry. He had put on his most fabulous cloak and had combined it perfectly with the new robe he was sporting. His jewelry accessories also did much to draw attention.\n\nOf course, almost everyone was looking at his golem instead.\n\nMordecai had to admit however, that Petunia was a masterpiece. Made of solid gold with silver accents, ruby studs adorning her body with eyes made of the largest emeralds that Mordecai could afford, she was a thing of beauty indeed. She was carrying Mordecai's gift to the royal couple who's engagement was the cause for this party. The gift was but a small thing of course; the true gift was the presence of Mordecai and Petunia to this otherwise drab affair.\n\n\"Petunia, please put my gift on yon table with all the other presents.\" Mordecai commanded, gesturing towards the gift table.\n\n\"INSTRUCTION UNDERSTOOD, YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND MASTER MORDECAI\" Petunia responded. She then made her way to the gift table in a direct line, pushing over four other guests and two waiters in the process. She then slammed the gift down, destroying both it and the table.\n\n\"Petunia!\" Mordecai admonished. \"You are making a scene most unbecoming! Please! Apologize to the guests you have knocked over!\"\n\n\"INSTRUCTIONS UNDERSTOOD. PROCEEDING TO COMMENCE APOLOGIES.\"\n\nPetunia made her way to the nearest guest she had knocked over. She bent down and bodily picked him up, holding him suspended in the air in front of her. \"I APOLOGIZE TO YOU VALUED GUEST FOR ANY INCONVIENCE I HAVE BROUGHT INTO YOUR LIFE. IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOU TO IMPROVE YOUR NIGHT/LIFE?\"\n\n\"Y... you could put me down!\" the guest bellowed, franticly kicking and struggling in Petunia's iron grip.\n\n\"INSTRUCTIONS RECIEVED,\" Petunia then dropped the guest to the floor, where he managed to fall face first.\n\nMordecai was covering his face with the flat of his hand in embarrassment. \"Petunia, just... mingle with the guests would you?\"\n\n\"UNDERSTOOD, CREATOR. PROCEEDING WITH MINGLING INSTRUCTION,\" Petunia then bodily pushed her way through the party-goers, until she was out of sight.\n\nMordecai sighed. He had been worried that Petunia's inner grace did not quite manage that of her outer grace, but he had worked too long and spend too much making her to miss this event, and so had brought her along anyway. This may have been a mistake however.\n\nAs if to confirm his thoughts, both hosts came up to Mordecai, their faces in a huff. \"Mordecai!\" Prince Edburg said. \"What is that thing you brought here?\"\n\n\"Why that's Petunia your grace, my latest invention. And might I take this opportunity to congratulate you and your bride to be on your upcoming nuptials? You two make a lovely pair indeed.\"\n\n\"Never mind that!\" Lady Cecilia said. \"That... thing of yours is making a scene.\"\n\n\"She might have made a minor faux paus or two but you'll have to forgive her, she's only three days old after all. Can you really expect a three-day old to behave as well as you or I at one of these gatherings? It seems to be that the problem lies not with her but with you for unrealistic expectations if I'm going to be honest.\"\n\n\"What?\" Prince Edburg said. \"What are you talking about man? She already knocked over almost every servant we have here, she's trampled several guests, and she's currently holding Lord Fairwain hostage.\"\n\n\"A minor misunderstanding I'm sure,\" Mordecai said. \"Why don't I go over there now and see if I can help clearing that up hmm? And once again, congratulations on the engagement.\"\n\nMordecai quickly ducked out before either of the hosts could reply. He searched through the crowd to try and find his creation. He did not have to look long. Petunia was presently holding Lord Fairwain in what could only be described as a vice grip, both hands firmly holding on this shoulders.\n\n\"...MY OTHER HOBBIES INCLUDE CLEANING, DOING WHAT MY MASTER TELLS ME TO DO AND STANDING PERFECTLY STILL. THIS CONCLUDES MY HOBBIES REPORT. HAVE WE SUCCESFULLY MINGLED YET?\"\n\n\"P...put me down you beast!\" Lord Fairwain squirmed. His wife and manservant were both pulling on Petunia's arms in an attempt to free Lord Fairwain, but Petunia remained unmovable.\n\n\"INSTRUCTIONS DENIED. I AM TO MINGLE WITH GUESTS, AS PER MASTER MORDECAI'S COMMAND, AND UNTIL WE HAVE SUCCESFULLY MINGLED, THE MINGLING PROCESS CAN NOT BE TERMINATED. NOW, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE WEATHER, LORD FAIRWAIN?\"\n\n\"Petunia, let him go!\" Mordecai commanded.\n\n\"ACKNOWLEDGED,\" Petunia said, and let go of Lord Fairwain, who promptly gathered his wife and manservant and fled Petunia.\n\n\"Petunia, I told you to mingle, not to grab people!\" Mordecai admonished.\n\n\"ADMONISHMENT UNCLEAR, I WAS ATTEMPTING TO MINGLE BUT GUESTS CONTINUED TO FLEE. THEREFORE, GRABBING A GUEST TO PREVENT THE FLEEING PROCESS SEEMED TO LEAD TO THE BEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME,\" Petunia said.\n\n\"Well, it did not,\" Mordecai said.\n\n\"I SEE,\" Petunia said.\n\n\"Ahum,\" Prince Edburg scraped his throat behind Mordecai. Turning around, Mordecai could see that only himself, Prince Edburg and Petunia were standing on this half of the room. The party guests and servants all stood in the other half, all staring terrified at Petunia.\n\n\"I think you and your... thing had better leave, Mordecai.\"\n\nMordecai harrumphed at this new development. \"Very well, I can see when we are not welcome. However, do not think that I will lightly forgive nor forget this rudeness, your grace. And for the record, I don't think you and your wife-to-be are that good of a match after all. Petunia, let's go.\"\n\n\"ACKNOWLEDGED.\"\n\nOnce outside, Mordecai and Petunia began the short walk back to Mordecai's workshop. They were drawing every eye in the street, both because of Petunia's beauty, and because she kept knocking everyone in her way over.\n\n\"MASTER,\" Petunia said. \"HAVE I MADE AN ERROR?\"\n\n\"No, Petunia,\" Mordecai said. \"The only people in error were those rude snobs back there. They wouldn't know good manners if it bit their backside. No you did your best, and that's all I can really ask of you.\"\n\n\"I SEE,\" Petunia said. \"THANK YOU MASTER.\"\n\n\"Whatever for my dear Petunia?\"\n\n\"FOR BELIEVING IN ME.\"\n\n\"Well, you are most welcome,\" Mordecai said, pleased that at least someone he talked to this evening still knew proper manners." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Humanity started sending compatible couples to distant habitable planets as part of the Adam and Eve project. you and your partner wake up from your slumber, your ship has landed. you look out through spaceship's window, to your surprise, you see a house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An Unsettled Home\n\nIt must be a dream… and yet, it was not. A quaint looking home, it seemed out of place in the tropical biome that Daniel and Tiana had selected on entering the Adam and Eve Program those many years ago. Daniel and Tiana looked at each other, unsure about what was about to take place. When they had been briefed prior to their deployment, they had been instructed on how to survive in the new world. There was no mention of a house, which led to further questions swirling around in their heads.\n\nIt was too dark to see much else outside as night had fallen quickly upon the arrival of their shuttle. After a quick discussion, the pair decided to investigate the area the next morning. Thankfully, the shuttle had been equipped with a cloaking device, so there would not be any disturbances from the locals, good or bad.\n\nThe next morning, Daniel woke before Tiana. He had set his chamber to awaken him 30 minutes before his wife’s. It was a strange feeling; this was the first time in over a hundred years that he was awake in consecutive days. However, he felt something else.\n\nWhen the two were briefed back on Earth, he remembered seeing pictures of the local vegetation of their prospective planet and it seemed oddly different. Where there were blues, he remembered seeing yellows. Maybe the photos that had been taken were jaded, but that didn’t seem right. Everything they had seen in the briefings was in crystal clear detail.\n\nIt was still too dark to see outside and he used his time before his wife awoke to meditate. Besides the uneasiness of what his mind was trying to decipher, he felt at peace for the first time since leaving home. The hibernation chambers did their job, but the extended time in deep sleep gave him some unwanted side effects. The years of dreaming had created some alternate realities in which he had struggled to differentiate from what was reality and what was not in the readjustment phase of their voyage.\n\nHe settled down and as he did so, the decompression of his wife’s hibernation chamber could be heard hissing as it opened. His wife stepped out as beautiful as the day he had first met her. Daniel greeted her, smiling. “Good morning, baby. How was your rest?”\n\nShe was stiff from the hibernation chamber, but smiled at her husband. “Same as always; wish those stupid dreams would go away.” She had had a little more trouble with her dreams than he had. “Have you seen anything?”\n\nHe looked out the window again. “It’s just beginning to lighten up outside, we should be able to venture out shortly.” He went over to his closet and began to change into his Situational Protective Suit, or SPS. As he did, his wife followed. They both then ate and prepared to disembark.\n\nWithin a couple steps, the pair realized that something was extremely wrong with their environment. The house was immaculate, but it appeared to be vacant. Not only this, but there seemed to be no sign of recent activity in the area. As they continued, they became more suspicious of their surroundings. “Set the scanners. We’re far enough away from the shuttle that they will operate effectively.”\n\nTiana complied and, shortly, the scanners were operational. “We will get readings in approximately 15 minutes.” Daniel nodded back at her as he worked his way up the slight incline toward the house. “Daniel, does this place seem right to you?”\n\nHe stopped so that she could catch up to him. “No. Something’s off. What do you think it is?”\n\n“I- I’m not sure. It’s like there’s a dark aura in this area. I just can’t explain it properly.” She and Daniel arrived at the front yard of the house. It was as clean and perfect as they had seen from the shuttle. “I think we should be prepared for possible combat.”\n\n“Agreed, follow me and watch my back.” Tiana followed her husband into the house. It was quiet, save for their footsteps. They checked the single story house and found no signs of life. They both relaxed slightly after they confirmed there to be no danger to them. “What the fuck is going on? There is nothing here. Not even dust!”\n\nTiana took a deep breathe, “Should we go back? The scanners are about to ring and I’d like to see what they say.”\n\nDaniel lifted his rifle. “Yeah, let’s go check it out. Just keep your eyes peeled.”\n\nThey made their way back through the main hallway; it looked like an early 2010’s era house back on Earth. “Are you sure this place doesn’t look familiar?” Tiana asked, a little uneasy, now.\n\n“Yeah, it does. I just don’t know how. I want to say it looks like my childhood home, it’s kinda quaint like I remember mine was, but there’s none of those left.” He sighed; there was no explaining this strange place.\n\nThey walked out into the early morning heat, it was a little hotter than on Earth, but they did not mind it. The buzzer then went off for the scanners. However, to Daniel’s dismay, the sky began to go black. He then looked at his wife and she, along with the surrounding landscape, began to melt away. He looked down at himself and his own body dissolved before his eyes.\n\n“Breathe, honey! It’s just a dream! It’s just another dream!” Daniel opened his eyes and found himself on the ground as his wife knelt next to him in what appeared to be the shuttle.\n\nHe sputtered as he saw his wife in front of him, “Where are we?”\n\n“We’re about to land, baby. You’ve been struggling for the past couple minutes.” She looked relieved that he was awake. Tiana brought him a cold towel. “Here, put this against your head.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Every morning you are taken out of your cell and forced to read names into an intercom. You have no idea where the intercom leads or what happens to the people whose names you have read." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I’ve always been too afraid to ask. The guards don’t make eye contact, and when we walk down the long hallway to the intercom, personal space is a concept they don’t seem familiar with. Walking down that stark empty hallway with guards armed to their teeth kicking my heel with every step doesn’t exactly create a comfortable environment for talking.\n\nOur steps echo down the hallway as we approach the door and no one speaks. I never hear them speak. Only when I take too long to leave my cell or hesitate to read. I don’t know why I’m the one that has to read them. Perhaps no one else here knows how to read. Perhaps I’m a coward for not asking, but I've been here so long that asking now would be… ridiculous. I read the names, and that is all. There's no reason to question.\n\nToday is the same as every other day. The guards swing the door open and I sit down in front of the microphone. As I tear open the blank white envelope that contains the list, I glance behind me at the guards. None of them shows any emotion.\n\nI look down at the list. Sometimes there are only 2 people on it, sometimes nearer to 15. Today there are four. I hesitate, but not because my throat is hoarse or I’m uncertain about pronunciation as I sometimes am. Today, the third name on the list is one that I know. A name that I recognize. A name that I know from before they brought me here, from before this was my life. Jonathan Calder. Jonathan Calder. I can see his face, young and smiling as we walked through the trees. I don’t remember much from before this place, but I remember Jonathan Calder.\n\nOne of the guards gives me a prod with a baton. I stare down at the list, frozen.\n\n“READ.” A guard orders sharply from behind me. I can’t move. I can’t speak.\n\nThe one who prodded me moves forward to stand next to me, slapping me across the face. I look up into his eyes and see nothing. No mercy, no emotion. My mouth begins to move; I’m a coward and I know it. My voice cracks as I read his name, and I feel a tear run down my cheek. I have not cried in a long time.\n\nI read the four names and the guard grabs my arm, dragging me from the seat. They push me back down the hall, and as they push me into my cell, I grab the door.\n\n“Wait, wait, please,” I whisper, fear raising the pitch of my voice. “What do they mean? What happens to them? Who are they?” I can’t take it anymore. I can’t live like this.\n\nThe guard stares at me, and for a moment I think I see something in his eyes. Is it anger? Or perhaps regret?\n\nAnother guard steps forward, and gives me a rough shove back toward my cot. The door slams shut and I am left in the silence to wonder.\n\nThe next day, the guards do not come to my door. Instead, I hear the buzz of an intercom as a voice comes over the loud speaker. Only one name is spoken today. Only one. Only mine." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: A city kid enlists help from a drug lord to kill his abusive father, who recently returned home from jail, to protect his younger brother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dear Mr. Simon,\n\nI paid Tammy $20 to give this letter to her sister's boyfriend to give it to you. Tammy says you do favours for people all the time. I know I don't work for you, you don't even know me, but this is really important and I don't know who else to ask for help. Santa never wrote back even though I asked him for the last two years and was the best I could be and got all As in school. I even got an A+ in English.\n\nI want you to kill my dad. He was in jail for two years for hitting my mom and my little brother and me. He promised Mom he would never hurt her again But he's been home for a week now and he never promised us that.\n\nI am strong and I can take it. I am almost eleven and when I grow up I want to be a fire fighter so I need to learn to be strong. But my brother is only six. Dad already took out one of his eyes, and he only has one left.\n\nThe $20 I gave Tammy was all I had, but I can make up to $10 on a good week from recycling. I could also work for you to pay off the debt. I don't know how much it costs to kill people, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes.\n\nThank you for considering my letter, Mr. Simon, and I hope to hear a response from you shortly.\n\nSincerely,\n\nRupert Jones\n\n--\n\nIt was dark when Rupert Jones was woken up by the screams of his father and the shouting of his mother. There was something going on in the kitchen of their small apartment. That was nothing new, but usually it wasn't his father screaming in fear.\n\n\"What is it?\" asked Paul, bleary. His lid drooped over his empty socket.\n\n\"Get under the bed and stay there, okay? Everything will be alright.\"\n\nThe man hauling his father across the floor by the back of his shirt was not a tall man, but he looked strong, and besides that he had a pretty big gun.\n\n\"The fuck do you want?!\" screamed his father. \"The money's in the fridge! The money's...\"\n\nThe sound of the gun was not as loud as Rupert thought it would be. Maybe it had a silencer, he couldn't tell. But it was loud enough that Mrs. May's poodles started barking, and loud enough for someone to probably call it in.\n\nThe man walked across the floor, careful to avoid the spreading pool of blood, and squatted before him. \"You must be Rupert.\"\n\nHe resisted the urge to stick his thumb in his mouth. \"Yes, sir. What do I owe you?\"\n\nRuby Simon just patted the top of his head. \"Free of charge, kid. I'll even give you your postage back.\" He reached inside of his dark jacket, handing him a crisp, new twenty dollar bill.\n\n\"Thank you, Mr. Simon.\"\n\n\"No problem, Rupert. I planted some crystal in the crisper, you be sure to let the police know that's where Daddy kept all his stash and people had been calling about shorting him. And I put your Mom's savings in the cupboard so the pigs don't confiscate it.\"\n\nThe boy stared at the bill in his hands. It seemed unreal. \"Isn't there anything I can do for you, Mr. Simon?\"\n\nThe man only gave a smile, one that didn't show teeth. \"Yeah. Keep getting those As and be a fire fighter, Rupert.\"\n\n\"I will, sir.\"\n\n\"Good stuff, kid.\"\n\nThat was the last time he saw him. His brother lost no more eyes." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: A village pretends to be afflicted and oppressed by a mysterious evil force in order to lure adventurers and their big wallets to their stores, taverns, and inns." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The internet killed my town. Then it gave us a way to revive it.\n\nI’m from a sleepy village on a tiny island that used to have a fishing economy. Our way of life didn’t change for centuries. No one really left, no one who wasn’t born here lived here. The mainland was four hours away by boat through choppy seas and we had no major resources to make anyone want to come here. We stopped selling our fishing hauls to the mainland when the web made it possible for people to buy products like ours without the extra costs of sourcing it from us. The island invested in internet but we were behind the times. Plus the shite weather meant the lines went down often. It was spotty at best.\n\nBut hey, now our village could at least see the world move on without us in real time.\n\nSo I, bored as I was, had a new toy. My dad was a fisherman and we had gotten a computer so he could try and brand himself and his boat as a tourist thing. I don’t know why, but desperate men do desperate things. He made the trip to the mainland a few times a week to try and talk people into fishing our waters and maybe spending some money in my cousin’s pub. It was dangerous and mostly fruitless. But I was worried and I latched on to the information the Net gave me on the best way to navigate safely, how to pull in people, tips for surviving a shipwreck if he hit a rock...\n\nWhich led me to our saving grace. Legends of the sea, you see. (Ha, I’m funny, right? Sea, see... see?) Shipwrecks. Wailing women. Widows who waited forever for their lost captains. Islands with ghosts of men who washed up on their shores. Sirens and mermaids and rocks that dashed bodies to pieces, leaving treasures on the pebbles shores. Lighthouses that held wights and will’o’the wisps that led survivors into craggy forests. The lists were endless. As a child I’d heard stories. Small equals superstitious people, but they were just stories. But link after link down the rabbit hole I went, and I learned people paid good money to ghost hunt. They came with expensive equipment and fat wallets to find fear in their lives where everything else was demystified. Why not here?\n\nRight. Because there weren’t any real ghosts here. Nothing evil. No devils or spirits.\n\nI could fix that.\n\nI started with the lighthouse. I set the lights, took shite pics of the light through the fog, and uploaded them to a ghost hunter site. Some hits, a few. No one knew who we were. Time to step up my game. Exposure was key here. I got my brother in on it. He thought it was a lark, and loved sneaking out of the house to help set the stage. We made a wailing woman on the widow’s walk on my cousin’s pub one night out of a lace tablecloth, and the rain made her look terrifying. Atmospheric photos of the rocks past the lighthouse gave us a scene. We brought some friends in and it became a game. Who could make the scariest props and most realistic ghost stories won. Upload, upload, upload.\n\nMy dad caught me.\n\nI thought he would be pissed, but he found the game funny and covered for us with mom. He spread some rumors and saw an uptick in interest with his boat. He played up the danger of the trip and people started to come. Slowly, but then more. The game took on a life of its own. My dad told my cousin, and the pub became haunted. My cousin’s wife started selling herb satchets to ward off spirits. My mom found out, and while she was mad at first, she got into it too. She dusted off history books and helped with guided tours to the village. Everyone got in on it. It was easy. People wanted to be scared? We scared them. And their cameras caught lights in the fog. Old wiring made their emf readers go wild. Suddenly we were the haunted island, and we were making money hand over fist.\n\nToday it stopped being a game. Someone burned a circle in the meadow. I found it this morning. The fire was out but the pentacle was there. So was a book. Some clothes, a bag, a video camera. Blood in puddles with red goo and bits of bone. I read the words in the book. I watched the video. I screamed in the arm of my coat.\n\nWe need the tourists now. The thing that came through in the night will need them, or it will take us." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: The only warrior in a genetically modified army, that was designed to not feel fear, that feels fear" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fire and smoke rise all around me as we trash the city. Where once great skyscrapers stood, stretching out towards the heavens, are only ruins that show the true hatred of humanity. My brethren continue to destroy everything in sight, not leaving even a single survivor. That was our orders, after all.\n\nI see a little girl huddled under some rubble, trying to hide from us super soldiers. Her older sister is with her, a large scar streaking down her face wet with blood, holding her and whispering something. I imagine it to be something along the lines of telling her everything would be alright. But that was of course a lie. We were designed to feel no fear. To be completely obedient. When given orders, we followed them, with absolutely no hesitation.\n\nAnd this brought me back to the few memories of my life before I had become a super soldier. They were supposed to have been purged, to make us pure and strong, but a few of mine had made it through. And, with that, my fear remained. My favorite memory was of a warm summer night, the sun setting as I lay on a blanket with a beautiful woman. I can’t remember who she was, but whatever these feelings I have when I remember her are, I know she must have been someone significant.\n\nI can still smell the blossoming flowers and rich aroma of a handmade cherry pie from that day as I stand here. I am a flaw. I still feel fear. Finally, I remember my orders and move in to execute the little girl and her sister. If I don’t do it, another one of my brethren will. As I near them and point my gun, I can see the fear visible in their entire bodies, something I’ve had to disguise on many occasions myself. Fear is the enemy of humanity after all, or so at least I’ve been taught.\n\nMy orders are clear. I must destroy this city and kill everyone in it. But my finger hesitates on the trigger. I have to obey the order, so I don’t know why I’m delaying the inevitable. But I can feel something inside myself. The thing that I am always suppressing, trying to hide. Fear has risen inside me like a large monster climbing its way out of an endless pit.\n\nI fear what I’ve become and what I will do. I wasn’t born to kill people meaninglessly. I fear that I have lost the very thing that makes me human. I fear that this won’t be the end, that I will continue to murder countless people for no good reason. Sure, some of them deserve it, but this little girl and her sister? What could they have done?\n\nI hear one of my fellow brethren approach, and that’s when I realize that I can’t do it. I can’t kill this girl and her sister. I just can’t. In fact, I can’t let them die either. But I have no option. I must obey my commands; it’s part of my genetic structure.\n\nMy gun fires a single shot, catching my fellow brother straight in the chest and dropping him to the ground. And then it continues to fire, mowing down the rest of the soldiers in the city. I am merciless in my rage and take most of them by surprise. Supposedly the lack of fear made them superior in battle. But it was their single weakness. Why? Because the thing I feared most, becoming some sort of monster, letting those two girls die that were hiding in the rubble, actually gave me purpose, something meaningful to fight for.\n\nFinally I am back in front of the little girl and her sister again, having slaughtered the rest of the soldiers. My gun aims for them again as I remember my orders. Destroy the city and everyone in it. Well, my brethren, the super soldiers, were certainly in the city; thus the reason I was able to slaughter them all instead of these two. My gun points up suddenly and aims at my throat. I’m in the city as well, right? I see the horrified faces of the girl and her sister as my gun fires. It’s funny. A lot of people describe dying as entering a never ending blackness, or being engulfed by an all consuming light. But it was nothing like that. It was more like I was here one moment, gone the next, nothing, not even the darkness, cradling me as I cease to exist. Only the most splendid feeling ever, one of relief, as I know that I can never harm another person again.\n\n-249" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: The talk of the school is the English teacher and Chem teacher’s feud. They always seem to get on eachothers nerves. Suprisingly, theyve been happily married for years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It’s well-understood that you sometimes need to reinvigorate your marriage if you want to keep things fresh. The problem is that most armchair therapist and magazine columnist will tell you that this should occur in the bedroom. But the truth is, I didn’t pick my wife because of her curves, and I’ve certainly never had any trouble wanting her. That doesn’t mean that conversation didn’t become stale after two decades of living together in the heart of a small countryside town. Sure, we can go on trips together, but then we’re usually experiencing the same things, and so there’s little to discuss after a while, especially since we work in the same school.\n\nThe truth is that since the beginning, we’ve always been great at communicating, and figuring out what was wrong… And it turned out that if anything, the wholesomeness was the issue. We always had each other’s back, and so we’d become used to each other’s rhetoric, if ever we didn’t share the opinion, we naturally went into agree-to-disagree territory. Of course, we weren’t looking to put a wedge between us just to keep things interesting, getting mad at each other had become something of an impossibility… At home, that is.\n\nIt turns out that high school politics can run as hot and venomous as that of a dictatorship. Factions vie for power over the photocopy machine’s tonner, or organize kangaroo courts to discuss the use of the microwave oven to cook fish. And that’s just including the teachers. When you add administrative staff to the mixture, you run into the possibility of endless conferences reminiscent of a gulag, or the self-righteous autocracy of a megalomaniac principal. Then you add the janitors, and the security, and cafeteria people, and the chaos just amplifies.\n\nBut things don’t quite reach singularity levels of destruction potential until you get the students involved, and worst of all, their parents. See, it’s one thing to get one of your colleagues to sneaker behind the back of your spouse, just to create some tension. It’s another entirely to sic some rabid helicopter parent after them. Mr. Smith for instance is a lawyer, and in his head far superior in every way to a mere English teacher such as I. So when my dear wife implied that I'd been complaining about his handwriting after he wrote a note to excuse his son from missing class… I don’t know, maybe she assumed he’d just give me the stink eye. Instead, he’s sent me a handful of e-mails, each more unhinged that the last, leading me to think that I might make a good case for a restraining order if he keeps going.\n\nOf course, I’d never file for such a lawsuit. No, far better to foster this man’s enmity until it’s boiling hot, so that I may redirect it towards my wife somehow. After all, that’s what she’d do, and I married a smart woman.\n\nSpeaking of which, I think I’ll have to go, because I saw two of her favorite students come out of my classroom this morning, and my desk is starting to smoke… Did I mention that she teaches Chemistry?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 900-1000 words. Prompt: Anakin Skywalker never turns to the dark side. Instead, in order to live with his wife and children, he becomes a \"Martin Luther like\" figure, trying to reform the Jedi order. He gains followers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I remember the pain, great pain. I had to watch as two of the people I respected most in all of the universe killed each other. Both were consumed by the force. It had corrupted them both into believing they were destined to end one another.\n\nThe stark white of lightning clashed against the pale purple of saber. I tried to stop them I pleaded reason but neither could hear me anymore; they had become the instruments of orthodox. And so the galaxy lost two of its most powerful and wise leaders. The Sith Lord Darth Sidious and the Jedi master Windu, fell to their deaths grappling until the last.\n\nThis is when I first began to see clearly. Only Obi-wan would even listen to the truth of the events that followed. The council of Jedi would not recognize that the death of Master Windu was caused by his own need for justice rather than the needs of the people. Nor would they see past the nature of the sith to understand what Chancellor Palpatine was attempting to accomplish.\n\nIf it had not been for Padme and the children, I might not have endured. It was over Master Obi-wan's objection, that I was expelled from the Jedi order after the matter had been settled. I had allies by then though, my words had reached a few in the Jedi order, and many in the senate were outraged by the Chancellors' death.\n\nIn his last gift to me Darth Sidious had made preparations in the event of his death. I found his thoughts his orders and his legacies transcribed for me. The depth of his willingness to control, the orders to murder. I, in that moment knew they had to be stopped - all of them.\n\nFive years later and it had started. I had planned it all with Padme. The children were back on Naboo, little Leia and Luke; the lights in my sky.... they needed to be away from the events to come. I was at that time something of an oddity on Coruscant. I had retained military rank after the war thanks to friends in high places, and Padme had become the new vice chair and wielded political might to match my own. We were as I am told rather imposing couple to interact with.\n\nShe addressed the full senate as I sat in a dark corner of a dark building in the forgotten places of the city world. She spoke of high ideals as I pulled strings of greed and lust for power. She called for a vote, a most momentous issue. I, I had found what had been lurking beneath my notice for a very long-long time.\n\nShe had removed the Jedi's status as peace-keepers in the senate, as I gave a proposition to Darth Sidious' old master. We had begun to snare both. We would restrain them so that no more would the fates of the people be dictated to or caught in the machinations of the two sides trying to annihilate each other.\n\nTen years after that and the worst of the troubles had ended. The clone armies, for all their dark origins had been transmuted through time and effort into a true republics army. I stood the flag admiral, and with great relish followed the will of the senate now turned to accomplishing the return of just peace and equitable law. Padme now retired enjoyed most of this time with Luke and Leia, she and I would have not had it another way.\n\nThe Jedi removed from their place of privilege had show the cracks in their philosophy in attempting to regain their position. Many left the order with my old teacher Obi-wan. They accepted my offer for a new way. It was then that I had to explain my full intentions to Ben, as he started to call himself after leaving the Jedi.\n\nHe was understandably... upset. However true to my memories of him before the Jedi's fall, he was still open to the truth of things he just needed persuading. After much debate and arguing we had come to an agreement and the true beginning of the solution started. Not and order or a lords line, we created a pact.\n\nWe needed Keepers. keepers of order, keepers of power, keepers of peace. Three trained apprentices of the Sith joined our Pact as well. That had been the deal I struck with their master. I would forgo hunting him down and harrying him across the galaxy. But his next three apprentices would belong to me as their training completed. His lust for power and assumptions of control made the negotiations simple. he did not fully appreciate that my clarity of the force would undo the hidden knives he placed in their hearts.\n\nTogether we would train a new generation of force users in both the light and the dark. Grey, they would be grey. A fog to dampen the conflict between them. Our keepers would be there to see past their plots. Neither the Jedi nor the Sith would ever again threaten the people through control, fear, or false guidance. For above else we became Keepers of truth.\n\nLooking back all those decades ago now I see where I was naive. But I was never again blind. Now I sit with terraced waterfalls in a land of green that still dazzles me. I sit surrounded by constellations of stars. My children's children and a few even younger making me great. The sound of their laughter is the one truth I knew that I had sought all my life to keep." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: The 7 Deadly Sins are personified as a group of soldiers trekking through the French countryside during WWII in an attempt to reunite with the company they were separated from. Describe their journey and whether their personalities lead to a tragic end or a successful reunion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Can you give me the Goddamned map, Mannie?” Ira yelled. The sun had set and in the worn grasses near Cherbourg seven highwayed paratroopers of the U.S 63rd took rest. Seven men, each fell from the sky, floated down through the air for Justice, and Liberty, but they were obligated to do so by the draft. Caught by a wind, or a divine hand, they were thrown from their party and tossed near fifty miles from their drop zone.\n\n“I'm not going to ask again,” Ira cursed, “we've been following you for two days, I can smell the fucking salt, we're by the ocean. Give me the map.” Mannie shook his head refusing to give up the folded bundle.\n\n“I'd like to take a look at it too,” Ernie voiced.\n\n“You'd like to take a look at your mama's tits,” Ira pushed him away, “I'm not getting into another bloodbath with you like in Pieux because you had to touch every fucking whore before you made a choice.”\n\n“That was Victor,” Solon said, opening his eyes and leaning up from the grass where he reclined.\n\n“Can you shut the fuck up, I'm sick of dragging your dead ass around France.”\n\n“What did I do?” Solon asked.\n\n“Sleep for a day in godforsaken Pieux, in that butcher's house while I was clawing around for you.”\n\n“Ernie found me, eventually,” Solon laughed.\n\n“Ernie would find a crumb in a rat hole,” Ira shook his head, going back to Mannie, “give me that map.”\n\nHe pulled it away with force. The paper ripped in half. Without word, he lunged, pounding his fist into Mannie's face. Solon laughed louder and Dick rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face into his pack.\n\nIt took Ernie and Victor a good minute before they could separate the two. Mannie was not bleeding, though he had been struck hard.\n\nHorry chewed on a piece of bread silently with his barn wall back turned. He fished into his pack and pulled out cheese. Swallowing without chewing, it was Solon who noticed first and giggled, “Guess we're not going to have dinner tonight.”\n\nIra, Ernie and Victor shifted their focus, sprang onto Horry's back; while Victor pulled away the bread and Ernie stole off the cheese, Ira squeezed Horry's fat face, cursing, “Wasn't there a weight limit for the chutes?”\n\n“I don't know,” grumbled Horry.\n\nIra stood among the men, scanning them with his eyes. Solon fell into another fit of laughter and Ira fired down on him a kick. He crumbled up into a ball and laughed louder.\n\n“We're never getting out of France,” Ira said, hitting himself in the chest.\n\nMannie had quietly gathered up the pieces of the map, though the sun was gone and in the fading twilight, nothing could be read. “We're here,” Mannie said, pointing, but turning so when someone looked, they would not see.\n\n“Here where?” Victor questioned.\n\n“Here,” Mannie said, touching the grass and pulling up a fistful of dirt.\n\nHorry held his stomach and opened his mouth, but before words came, Ira pulled up some grass and threw at him saying, “Cows eat grass, you should be happy out of your mind.”\n\nDick had rolled over and with a disapproving sigh, thought out loud, “We could still be in Pieux, sleeping in a soft bed, with Loraine or Celeste.” He fired off six names and Ira cursed again, too loud making the night air quake and the moon recede back into the sky, “How, you morons used all of our money, traded all of our rations, every knife, bullet—where are your guns?”\n\nMannie denied, “I wouldn't give up my gun or my rations or my knife.”\n\nIra got quiet, “No, genius, where the fuck are they?”\n\nMannie pointed at Victor, Victor pointed at Ernie and Ernie pointed back at Mannie. “I should have never pulled the damn string,” Ira spat.\n\nSolon smiled wide, “Exactly my thought, we should have just let ourselves fall, 'Ahhh' splat.” He slapped the grass making a thud sound.\n\nHorry had occupied himself chewing on grass and Dick was scratching his crotch.\n\nSolon repeated, “Splat,” under his breath and closed his eyes, falling back asleep.\n\nIra paced around the men while Mannie held the map, Victor whispered into his ear and Ernie watched intently a few feet away.\n\n“Lost in France,” Ira gently slapped his thighs walking away, “with some of the worst pieces of shit I have ever come across; not a piece of paper to wipe our asses with.” He went down a ditch, away mumbling, “A buttery mother fucker—how desperate is the corp? A guy with a dick that has more bumps on it than Helen Keller's notebook. A little rat that would take the spit out of your mouth; a guy who would watch and think, I should have done that and then a guy who would walk by and steal the spit—what am I doing?”\n\nA whisper came from behind. “Ira,” Solon called with his mouth tensed, “where are you going?”\n\n“I just can't be around them—”\n\nBang! And the night was swallowed up, the sky lit bright with long streaks of lightning and fire in the clamor of metal on metal. Southward, from their camp the sky was orange, spreading fast and screams rose up indistinguishable among gears and mechanisms an exploding gunpowder. The starts started to fall.\n\n“Run,” Ira said, grabbing Solon by the arm." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: \"That's it, Frank. Switch your glue. I am tired of picking up your limbs after you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was quite a good nose. Aquiline. Strong. Fit for an emperor.\n\nThough with the marked downside of swimming in my cereal.\n\nI sighed, long and remorseful.\n\nIt had been a trying time with the economy and all. All the new citizens had to be integrated into normal life, flooding the market with a cheap and resourceful labour force and making everything even more competitive for the poor unskilled working man. You were a gardener and suddenly Ents came along and the bushes grew in all funny shapes. You worked the night shifts at the fast food joint and the Vampires came and were all perky at 3am and added up the change twice as fast.\n\nIt was like the Mexicans all over again.\n\nBut I had myself an apartment with a spare room and no prejudice that cold hard cash could not overcome. So I put it out there on Craigslist:\n\n\"Roommate wanted. All sorts, all sizes welcome (floor load capacity ~600lbs).\" To be honest, I had not idea about floor capacity but I was not going to take my chances with a Troll or Giant or any one of those. There was little enough space as it was.\n\nSo, not a day in the bell rings and I opened the door to what can only be described as a specimen of a man. Tall, dark, face all cheek bones and pearly teeth. For a second I completely forgot I was straight. And as the angelic choirs in my ears subsided I hear all the right words coming in. Steady job, not too much at home, no pets. And not scales or fangs or anything! The greatest possible roommate and with his looks I can only imagine what kind of wingman he could be.\n\nSo Frank and I shake hands and I count my lucky stars.\n\nFor a week there is a constant stream of equally attractive people moving in and out of Frank's room and I don't mind the occasional piece of underwear on the couch or late night giggle. No glowing eyes watching me sleep or even sulfur smell. I had expected so, so much worse.\n\nAnd then, one fine Saturday morning there is a well muscled and tanned forearm in the bathroom sink.\n\nFrank shows up next to my dumbfounded face in the mirror, murmurs a apology and grabs the arm with his remaining hand and goes off to the kitchen to return no five minutes later good as new.\n\nI honestly had no idea zombies could do that.\n\nThen I find a foot still in his running shoe.\n\nA finger in the cupboard.\n\nAnd, to much regret, a comically large penis -uncut, scrotum included - in the sofa cushions, while searching for the remote.\n\n\"Frank\" I ask, still not quite sure how to bring the topic of wandering limbs up \"could you not, like, sew stuff on? Make it a little more hardy?\"\n\nHe looks at me with his baby blue eyes and makes a circle with his spread hand across his chest and face.\n\n\"Joe, look at me. Take it all in.\" He was not wearing a shirt. He seldom is.\" This is the moneymaker. I cannot afford stitches.\"\n\nLost in his rippling pectorals, I could not disagree.\n\nBut after three months, my patience is wearing thin. I find pieces of him everywhere. I fear the days I have to unclog the drain. It is worse than a pet. It is like a lot of pets, all of them dying, everywhere, in very handsome little ways.\n\nFinally, I have enough when I find parts of his face in my breakfast.\n\nI look at every hardware store till I find the perfect solution. Super glue, Ultra edition.\n\nFrank's has really pulled himself together since then." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: A lover is transformed into a sparrow. They decide to try to communicate to their partner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ever since Emily went missing, I've been a complete wreck.\n\nMost days I stay in bed, unable to overcome the grief enough to rise up and attempt to get on with my life. God I miss her. When I do get up, I drink coffee and sulk over photos of us, covering my phone in tears.\n\nToday was no different, I spent hours staring at the ceiling listening to the sparrow outside. It's been carrying on since Emily left, almost like it's trying to help me out of my rutt. It seemed to sing such a beautiful complicated song, and it wasn't until today I realized how musical they could be.\n\nIt inspired me to open the window to hear it chirp more clearly. Almost as soon as the pane was open, the bird flew past me, and whizzed onto the bed, taking Emily's preferred side. I froze out the initial shock, but was immediately intrigued by it's singing...so diverse and melodic. It was amazing.\n\n'Alright little one, you better head back outside\" I calmy said as I tried to usher it back to the window.\n\nIt flew up and around and landed right back on the pillow. Singing all the way.\n\n\"Jeez, you're a lively one.\"\n\nAfter repeated attempts to swish it back outside, I resided myself to letting it stick around, besides, I loved hearing it sing out, probably made me feel more relaxed that ever in this past week.\n\n\"If only Emily was here, she would love to see this.\" I said to the bird.\n\nAs if on cue the bird flew over and landed gracefully on my shoulder.\n\nI stood still as not to disturb it, and waited to see what it would do.\n\nIt hopped along to my hear and put it's beak right next to my lobe, singing more gently now.\n\nAs I listened to the whispering bird, it began to change it's tone, as is to mimic a humans cadence and patterns.\n\nWhat a trip, this bird is crazy to be so trusting, then as I listened to it I swore I heard it say my name \"Sam\"\n\nWhat the fuck? I was kind of shocked by how clearly is said my name, and I instinctively stood up and brushed it away.\n\n\"Whoa whoa whoa.\" I must've been going crazy.\n\n\"Alright birdy, you have to go now.\"\n\nI grabbed my tennis racquet and tried to round it up to the window. This time it flew to the table and started to peck at Emily's necklace which I had left out, unsure with what to do with it.\n\nThe sparrow flicked it around before flying over to the photo next to the bed, it stood in front of it and started to peck at Emily, repeatedly. Now, I'm not a superstitious man, but this was freaking me out. I sat back down to watch what it would do next.\n\nIt flew back to my shoulder and went close to my ear.\n\n\"Sam, sam, sam\" It repeated with it's tiny, high pitched voice.\n\n\"What do you want little man\" I bewilderingly asked.\n\nIt strung together what sounded like human speech sped up, and I became convinced it was speaking to me.\n\n\"What are you saying?\" I asked. It flew back to the pillow, to the necklace and back to the photo repeating the tapping, then it landed on my phone. At this point, it must've been trying to communicate with me, so I followed it's lead.\n\n\"What do you want from my phone?\"\n\nIt tapped it's tiny beak at the phone and I unlocked it in response. This must be some twisted dream, I thought to myself. I scrolled through the menu and it jumped to peck on the voice recorder app. \"You want to to record?\" The bird tapped the phone as if agreeing.\n\nI reluctantly pressed record and thought, at least I can capture some of it's amazing singing. In response the bird lowered it's head into the mic and began to whisper a low tune again. It was remarkable to see that this bird seemed to be communicating to me.\n\nAfter a few seconds, it stopped, and turned to look up at me.\n\nI stopped recording and played it back. Nothing too musical about what I captured, just the strange whistling as before. Mid playback, my phone rang, it was Emily's mother.\n\nAs I answered the phone the bird flew at my face, gently pecked my mouth and whipped out of the open window in a flash. My voice was stuttering as I tried to talk \"Hi Laura, how are you?\"\n\n\"As well as I can be Sam. What about you?\"\n\n\"I think I'm going a little bit crazy the last few days.\" I replied.\n\n\"That's normal, we all grieve differently. Just take thing slow and I'm sure you'll be Ok. I just wanted to check up.\"\n\n\"Thanks Laura, I hope you're all alright.\"\n\nWe chatted for an hour or so and I went back to bed.\n\nI kept listening to the recording, it was no ordinary bird song, it was like a fast, stuttering, monotonous sound, but there was something familiar about it. Like I recognised it's pattern. After listening a few more times, I decided to slow the playback 10x. When I listened to it, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up....it was Emily.\n\n\"Hi Sam, you were my best friend and soulmate and I've cherished all the time we shared. Don't blame yourself for what happened, it was my time to leave. Please find the strength to continue on, I'll always be with you, and you'll always be with me. Remind my family how much I've cherished them, and tell Dad not to give up. Know that I have always and will always love you.\"\n\nAt that point the playback stopped with an error and I couldn't get it to play back no matter what I tried. I lay down to take it all in.\n\nI spent the next few days waking up to the sparrows song, but everytime I went to the window, I could never find it. Sometimes I would call out for Emily, in vain.\n\nEvery morning now, I wake up to that beautiful sound, and it gives me the hope and inspiration to continue on living my life." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Late at night you are the sole passenger on a city bus as the driver makes their rounds. Lone woman gets on and sits next to you and whispers, \"Help me\"." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Help me!” She said it a little louder this time. Not sure what she needed help with. Tried to ignore her.\n\n“Help me!” I was starting to wonder with what. She was clearly on her own. No one following her. And drop-dead gorgeous, if it wasn’t for the mascara running in black streams from her face. Or the hair clinging to her face. The drizzle outside had evolved into a storm. Her jacket hadn’t protected her from anything. The thing had holes torn all over it.\n\n“Help me!” This time she grabbed my arm.\n\n“Hey, no touching! Listen, I don’t have any money. Leave me alone.” Just trying to get home. Hope she gets the message.\n\nShe let go. Sobbed. “No no no. I don’t want money!”\n\n“I’m not packing cigs or drugs either.”\n\n“I don’t need any of that. Please, help me!” The black streams started dripping.\n\n“Look lady, I just want to go home.”\n\n“Just hear me out.”\n\nHer voice became so frail I started to feel sorry for her. “Okay. Start talking. I’m getting off in about two stops.”\n\n“I need a place to sleep. I just got kicked out by my boyfriend.”\n\nSome boyfriend. I wasn’t interested in getting in to this drama. “Not going to happen.”\n\n“Please!”\n\n“No. Out of the question. I don’t know you. Can’t you go to your parents’ place?”\n\n“My father died a year ago. My mother couldn’t cope with the loss and got into drinking. A lot. And she’s a bad drunk.”\n\n“No friends where you can crash?”\n\n“And no money for a hotel either. Would you think I would be asking you if I had?”\n\nThe bus didn’t slow down at the next stop. No people waiting at the stop.\n\n“I find it hard to believe that someone as good looking as you has nowhere to go.”\n\n“It’s a curse. Because I look nice, I attract all these creeps. But the regular nice guys don’t dare to talk to me. Hence I end up friendless. And ended up with my scumbag boyfriend. I’m alone in this world.” The black streams wore thinner. The mascara was almost cried away.\n\n“Then dress down a little! Lose the makeup or something!”\n\n“My mum used to tell me I would turn heads even if I wore a trash bag.”\n\nNow that is something I could believe. Thad sad wet mess next to me already looked breathtaking. I could only wonder how pretty she would be when she was all dressed up. The weeping didn’t stop. My stop was coming up.\n\n“Come on. Push the damn stop button.”\n\n“Really?”\n\n“Yes. One night only.”\n\nShe veered up, pushed the button and hugged me. “Hey hey hey, no touching!”\n\nShe almost hopped through the rain. The smile on her face did wonders to her overall looks. The sad girl was gone.\n\n“This is it. The couch isn’t much, but it’s better than the street.”\n\n“I’ll take it. Thanks. I’m so lucky to have bumped into you.”\n\n“Don’t get the wrong ideas. I have a girlfriend. No funny business. You get the couch, and stay there.”\n\nThe damn door was stuck. The wood had swollen because of the deluge. I managed to get it open with a kick.\n\n“Could you spare me something to eat as well?”\n\n“Yeah sure. Come on in!”\n\nShe started to get her boots off. Draped her tattered jacket over the coat rack. The jacket had hidden all sorts of bruises on her arms. What an asshole her boyfriend must have been. She was lucky she bumped into me. I definitely had done my good deed for the day. Above and beyond.\n\nAs I closed the door, I felt a hand going through my hair. “Hey! No touch…” The touch turned into a firm grip. She jerked my head aside and planted something sharp in my neck. The warm flowing sensation registered. It started drenching my shirt, forming a hot river, flowing down to the ground. I reached behind me. Got hold of her wrist. But couldn’t hold on.\n\nSomething warm and sloppy slapped against my neck. Licking. “You said I could eat something. I’m so hungry. Thanks. And don’t worry. I’ll sleep on the couch. You’re a really nice guy. I love nice guys.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: You're the chosen one, with abilities far surpassing the average person. Unfortunately, the good guys want you to work for exposure, but the bad guys will pay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mages spent their entire lives developing a raport with the elements with which they call upon. Should a young mage call upon fire, that mage must give back to the fire what he takes. The Pyromancer must let the fire burn, until its had its fill. Water repaid by flowing, bursting, and swallowing up the earth. Earth repaid in fruit and so on and so forth until the scales tip in the conjurers favor, and he no longer asks the element and barters with the cosmos, but he commands the elements. A true master has the elements in his debt.\n\nThen there is me. I spent my time at the academy not grovelling to the elements. Not honing my repartee with the Ocean like water mages, or begging the favor of the flame. I practiced one spell. A spell that most overlooked. An offhand spell that was used to conjure their wand, or suspend them on a crumbling staircase. Telekinesis. I was laughed at.\n\nNo one laughs these days. No one laughs at my Auraic blade, that slices through the fabric of existence, or my sheild a glowing disc of unmovable Mana. No one laughs when the element I garner favor with, is my own will, and my will is replenished as it is expended, and satisfied always. It does not fail me, like the fire mages. It is not expended, and it wants only to be used more radically than the last time unleashed. Even the strongest of Magi lose stamina against me.\n\nThey called me a fool for spending half a day practicing one spell, instead of spreading out my focus and becoming a novice at many spells. They called me a fool for wasting my time strengthening my body, practicing my swordsmanship and archery because great mages need only a sharp mind. Then I conquered every budding Warlock in the Graduate Skirmishes.\n\nAnd now, the laughed at fool held in his hand, a scroll, delivered by courier from the highest court, the Court of Astral Overlook. On the scroll, in glowing calligraphy an invitation.\n\n\" The Court of Astral Overlook formally requests your presence and assistance in a grave matter, concerning the future of Astralastria. Come hitherto at once. \"\n\nIn my satchel, another scroll...the paper, charred and black, the text glowing with hellfire, crackling and snapping embers which floated from the page. If you looked deeply in the lines of cursive, you'd see a burning void, which reached outward endlessly.\n\n\" I offer a Crown to rest upon your brow. I offer a Throne above these lands, and above the Throne, your own lap. I offer only what you deserve. - Kalciphet \"\n\nI was a man with no master. My father, a mere man, died fighting an Orcish raid on the farms outside the City of Mages, Astralastria. My mother, a healer had died in childbirth.\n\nIt only served to benefit me to allow the Court of Astral Overlook to wait on my call. They rarely if ever were made to wait, and denying them this satisfaction would rally leverage to me.\n\nI conjured a plasmatic steed, and mounted my glowing mare, making way toward the northern reaches. I would first pay a visit to necromancer, Kalciphet.\n\nMy mare trotted into the stronghold. The Skeletal warriors outside preparing for war shared a consciousness with the Necromancer, and drew their blades not on my arrival. They kept busy stripping raided wagons of their iron, forging gnarled arrowheads, and twisted blades out of villagers cutlery. I was ushered to the Throne-room of the Necromancer.\n\nHe kept the company of a rogue band of Pyromancers. Fire mages who were slaves to the element of fire. Cursed to burn the world, as they took from the element and never negotiated terms to their own benefit. They simply did as the flame told them, and asked nothing in return. At this point, if they did, the element very well may not answer their call when they need it most. The elements afterall have their own motives, which rarely align with our own.\n\nHe offered me a seat at the top of the Tower of Astralastria. Should I topple the city, I would keep it. I would have all the women and wine and riches of the countryside, and rule over the mages thay resided there. It was impossible not to get excited at the thought.\n\nI told him he would hear from me shortly, and travelled back to the beautifuk City of Mages, a utopia which ran like clockwork, and left its citizens wanting for nothing. The people contributed to the hive, and worried not about survival, and instead concerned themselves with study, and art, and worldly pleasures.\n\nI showed my invitation and ascended the staircase. The Court of Astral Overlook congregated in a great library, filled with ancient artifacts and spellbooks that reaped creation as much as they reaped destruction. While their opinion was one I perhaps resented, this invitation was no doubt a great honor, and I revered it as such.\n\n\"We know you have met with the Necromancer, Kalciphet.\" One of the elders spoke.\n\n\"We know he seeks your alliance. \" Another elder followed.\n\n\" His offer is enticing. \"\n\n\"But what we offer, is far more noble. Far more commendable, and far better. \" The elders spoke slowly, one after the other as if of one mind.\n\n\"And what is your offer? \" I conjured an apple, blue and glowing, and bit into its flesh. It snapped and juiced at the bite, but vanished into smoke as it was merely an illusion. I was definitely one for theatrics.\n\n\" Defend the city. Be remembered a hero.\"\n\nI waited to hear the rest of my prize. What would my trophy be? A villa in the Tower? A harem to serve my wine, and feed me Druidberries in my bathhouse? A personal healer and command of a battallion of battle Mages?\n\n\" What else might I expect from this arrangement? \" It seemed they were being stingy with the accolades.\n\n\"We will tell tales of your bravery! Everyone will know your name in all the streets of the city!\"\n\n\" And? What will I receive for my loyalty?\"\n\n\"You will be fulfilled. We merely offer you an opportunity to showcase your bravery and might. You will be known as a great warlord. We will hold a parade in your honor, and the people will know their city is safe, so long as you reside in its walls!\"\n\n\" So, no Gold? No wine? No women? A parade? \"\n\nOne of the elders stood up. \"Your disrespect knows no bounds! We offer you fame in the streets of our great city. Defending the city from an ancient and great evil is not even difficult. We have a list of Mages who would love to battle in the name of this city! And they are better mages than you! You know but one spell. We are looking for a Magic Warlock, honey. Not a stingy, selfish stage magician. Thanks-kay-byee, NEXT!\"\n\nWith me by his side, Kalciphet felled the city in hours." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: A hungry alien entity has infiltrated a maximum security prison. The prisoners can't escape and it doesn't show up on security cameras. The guards don't believe them, even as prisoners regularly die of seemingly natural causes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the back of his cell, Big Mike stared out into the dimmed hallway of the Greensboro Maximum Security Prison. It was 3am, long past the time when quiet hours would be enforced. Normally it would be tranquil at this time, which is why Big Mike liked to be awake for it. Orange light from the common area lit up the hall with an eerie glow,through which he could see a faint outline of the man in cell 432. Eddie. Or Easy E, depending who you asked. He was acting weird, on his knees by the door of his cell clutching the bars. His face was obscured by the mop of hair that fell to the ground, his head hung low. He was laughing. No, he was sobbing. It took Big Mike a few more minutes to decide that he was not doing either, but something in between.\n\n\tSuddenly the man’s head snapped up, eyes rolling, glinting in the orange light. A horrific scream erupted from his lips. It echoed through the hall, ripping people out of slumber with their skin crawling and hearts pumping. Big Mike almost flinched, but showed no reaction. It was the scream of a cornered animal – pathetic and desperate and full of pain. The man began clutching his head and rolling around in his cell. His frightened cellmate began calling for guards. Other cells began making noise too, shouts for quiet, others for help. “The fuck is going on?” said Tommy P, rolling over on the top bunk. Big Mike didn’t say anything. He never did.\n\n\tGuards flooded the hall, banging on cell doors to keep the inmates back. Hands that extended into the hall were given a sharp rap to the knuckles. All were pointing towards cell 432. Tommy P rushed to the cell door to get a better look. Big Mike held back, studying the situation with quiet intensity, expressionless: one hand on his chin, one clasping his elbow. Some thought he was dumb, others knew not to think that.\n\n\tThe screaming continued for another ten seconds as guards fumbled with keys and shouted for Eddie’s cellmate to move away from the contorted body writhing on the floor. There was a click as the cell was unlocked, and like magic Eddies body went rigid, straightened as if he were simply taking a nap on the cool concrete. The mutterings and banter from other cells was suddenly hushed as a guard bent down to take Eddie’s pulse. Seconds ticked by, and Big Mike knew this was the quietest the Greensboro Maximum Security Prison had ever been at 3:02am.\n\n\tThe guard stood up, shaking his head. “Drugs, probably” he said to the head guard. Those words sizzled through the hall as if on a fuse. A second of shock passed, and then the glass-like silence shattered into a million pieces. Inmates grabbed the bars of their cells and shook them so violently the windows rattled. “THAT’S THE SIXTH TIME THIS MONTH YOU BASTARDS!” Shouted Tommy P. “FUCK YOU!” “THERE’S SOMETHING IN HERE!” “HE’S BEING EATEN ON THE INSIDE!” were a few of the discernible shouts amid the chaotic hall. Big Mike blinked. It was the 6th time someone had done died this month, though each been a little different. The only thing that was the same was that bone-chilling scream that each had made just before the convulsions began.\n\n\tThe head guard Turned and shouted “EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! THERE IS NOTHING IN HERE EATING PEOPLE ‘FROM THE INSIDE’! ANYONE WHO SO MUCH AS WHISPERS ABOUT ALIENS GETS 30 DAYS SOLITARY, THAT I PROMISE YOU!”\n\n\tAnd then the sirens began. Red lights replaced the orange as the long, fearful drone resonated through the building. Something was wrong. Inmates screamed to be let out. Tommy P’s eyes widened in fear. Big Mike raised his eyebrows." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: a cult has kidnapped you to sacrifice you to their God, problem is you are actually a demi-god and the god they are trying to sacrifice you to is your parent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now that was a good one! Petroklias had been alive longer than the eldest living trees and even he had never been offered as a sacrifice. The best part was the reason he was being sacrificed. Petroklias just had to make sure he had heard them right.\n\n\"Hold up, you're sacrificing me to Hetroklias? An ancient, dried-up, well forgotten greek god? Where did you guys even get this idea?\"\n\nOne of the comically dressed men came close and spat on Petroklias before addressing him.\n\n\"Shut up pawn! You're life is now forfeit. You mean nothing to us. No more than a common pig. Hetroklias will be the one to judge you in death!\"\n\nIt was hard for Petroklias to take the man seriously. Not only was he the son of their god, the whole setup was rigged in a suburban basement. Hardly professional. The cult's attire sure didn't help. The whole group wore similar purple robes, with straw hats and white sports shoes. Almost like they couldn't decide whether they were starting a DnD, tennis or gardening club and decided to just start a cult with all their hobbies mixed into one. Not really the type of group that would sacrifice anyone.\n\nDespite the hilarity of it all, Petroklias had to get this moving. Living forever didn't mean wasting time forever. With a curt clearing of his throat, many in the group looked over in his direction. It seemed to have grabbed their attention.\n\n\"You see. Hetroklias won't judge me in death for he is judging me in life! I AM Petroklias, Son of Hetro-\"\n\nTheir attention was on him alright. They had just stuffed a sock down his mouth. Petroklias relieved the tension he had built up on his restraints. It was futile to explain to them now. He felt someone reaching in his back pocket. Craning his head around, Petroklias saw a acolyte reading his driver's license.\n\nWalking over to his buddies triumphantly holding the Id above his head.\n\n\"Ha! His name's Peter Kilian. Told you guys, he's a nobody. Nobody will miss him.\"\n\nA muffled sound was heard from upstairs. Then a door closing. Steps made their way across the floor above them.\n\n\"Must be Dave and the embalmers. Show's about to begin!\"\n\nThe speaker was quick to motion everyone to take their seats. While everyone scurried for a seat in a quiet frenzy, Petroklias just remained calm despite the rising chaos and every growing chance of death. After all, he hadn't lived this long without taking precautions. Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth, Petroklias waited.\n\nIn a instant, the whole basement became both deafening and blinding. Muffled explosions and screams erupted and ended as quickly as it began.\n\nWhen Petroklias opened his eyes, he was greeted by the familiar face of his protection detail leader.\n\nStill deaf from the concussive blasts, he couldn't hear the words but could make it their meaning.\n\n\"We got you sir!\"\n\nPetroklias would live another day. He wasn't ready to meet his maker just yet. The later he postponed it the worse it would be, but he didn't care. He hadn't been alive longer than the eldest living trees because of his amazing celestial life. He much liked it here on earth. He was gonna stay as long as he liked. No matter how many times his father tried to kill him." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: History is written by the victors. Several millennia ago Satan had won Earth, but people now only know him as \"God.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The war on Heaven had been lengthy and brutal. But, as it usually goes in even fights, the side that played dirty won. A surprise sneak attack by the armies of Hell after a cease fire had crippled God’s armies, and after that it had been a rout.\n\nSatan sat on his heavenly throne, watching the last angels be executed. To his right sat Gabriel, who grinned as he watched his former comrades die.\n\nGabriel turned towards Satan. “Master, you now have complete control of Earth, and the powers of Heaven. What will you do first?”\n\nSatan paused for a minute. He had never thought about this part; his mind had always been on the war. His eyes fell on a small door on the right side of the great hall, with a sign above it that read “CREATION.” “Let’s check that out,” he said to Gabriel, pointing at the door.\n\nInside the room were rows and rows of flora and fauna, each suspended in a beam of heavenly light. Satan and Gabriel walked among the rows, admiring the creations. Satan chuckled. “As much as I hated the guy, he sure could design a species.”\n\nThe pair continued walking for what felt like hours, until they finally arrived at the back of the room. On the back wall was a grand golden door, with a plaque on it that read “EDEN”.\n\nGabriel walked up to it. “Well, it’s ours now. May as well see it.”\n\nSatan grabbed the knob and opened the door, revealing the most beautiful, lush garden either of them had ever seen. The ground was covered in bright flowers, the sky was partially blocked by a canopy of dark green trees, from which Satan could see ripe fruit hanging. The pair strolled among the foliage, shocked at the beauty.\n\nEventually, the two came to a clearing, where they found two creatures that looked like wingless angels. Gabriel grabbed Satan’s shoulder. “This must be them! Adam and Eve! I’ve heard rumors about them.”\n\n“What are they?”\n\n“They’re called ‘Humans”. Made in God’s image. They are the most intelligent species by far, capable of taking over all of Earth.”\n\nSatan was intrigued, but as he watched the two humans simply frolicking and laughing among the flowers, he was disappointed. ‘Capable of taking over Earth?’, he thought. ‘Not if they waste their lives playing around in this garden.’\n\nHe turned to Gabriel. “This angers me. This species...it has so much potential. And God treats them like little pets. It’s disappointing.”\n\n“Well...” Gabriel started, “...you could throw them out of here. Make them survive on their own.”\n\n“No...no,” said Satan, shaking his head. “A species this powerful must be on my side, not my enemy. If I throw them out they will hate me. But if I can make them be responsible for their own departure...they’ll spend their lives trying to make it up to me.”\n\nHe thought for a moment, then continued. “Gabriel, I have an idea. But you have to follow my lead.”\n\n“Of course sir.”\n\n“I need you to turn into a serpent.”\n\nIn an instant, Gabriel transformed into a massive snake, with fangs the size of small trees.\n\n“No, no, no. Less intimidating.”\n\nGabriel shrunk down to the size of a small rattlesnake.\n\n“Good. Now just wait, you’ll know what to do.”\n\nGabriel slithered off, and Satan closed his eyes, focusing his new heavenly powers. He made himself invisible, and projected his voice to come booming from the sky.\n\n“Adam! Eve! This is your God. I have a new rule for you, and if you break it, you will be cast out of Eden! Now, listen closely. You can eat from any tree in the garden, except for...”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 400-500 words. Prompt: You are a bard. You only care about seeing and visiting places, singing songs, and telling epic tales. However, the adventuring party you are traveling with seems to have some weird preconceptions about you and your character." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucian dashed forward twice.\n\n“Aid me, brother!” He yelled back to me.\n\nConfused, I began strumming my lute, simply playing scales, as the moment seemed to strike in an instant.\n\nLucian fired his pistols as he circled the enemy champions, narrowly avoiding a root snare planted by Zyra. Lucian narrowly avoided one of Jinx’s rockets before rejoining me.\n\n“Dude, what the hell?” He asked.\n\n“What?” I said, realizing I had only been playing scales. I changed to a mellow tune that would have accompanied a walk in the park. “Is this better?”\n\nHe eyed me strangely. “Dude, Bard, no that is not better. You need to stun them, bro, and you should be healing me. You’re supposed to spam your healing fountains near our turret, so I can heal when I’m low. And for gods sake, man, use your fucking Q.”\n\nI blinked, confused. Perhaps he wanted to here a long lost tale. Perhaps the music was not quite to his liking, but this… made no sense.\n\nI had not time to voice my confusion, as Jinx and Zyra approached with Udyr.\n\n“Shit!” Lucian dashed. “Q! Q! Stun them! Stun them Bard!”\n\nUdyr warped from a tiger into a bear, landing a vicious blow on Lucian. Oddly, he froze in place, during which Jinx unloaded on him with a Gatling gun.\n\nOddly, I felt a tug internally, like I was able to control my own internal organs. Like, I could control my heart beat rate, the rate my blood flowed, and other things too.\n\nI reached into a deeper realm, harnessing my ethereal power, and I pressed W.\n\nA healing fountain sprung beneath Lucian, yet only healed a pitiful amount of his life. Jinx dropped a line of snares beneath him, locking him in place longer.\n\nReaching in again, I smashed D and F, healing Lucian and myself while exhausting Zyra.\n\n“Bro! Exhaust the ADC. Omg You’re the fucking worst support I’ve ever had. Fuck you. Go fall in a well and die.” Lucian said, suddenly hostile.\n\nI reached in again, pressing my Q and E, stunning Jinx and Udyr, while creating a gateway for Lucian.\n\nLucian immediately entered the gateway, escaping to safety.\n\n“Seriously, was it that fucking hard? God why am i always put with the shit teams.” Lucian said.\n\n“Sorry, man.” I said. “I was a little confused.”\n\n“Of course you were, fucking idiot.” Lucian said. “Move faster next time, dope.”\n\nJust then, an enormous rocket with Jinx’s face and color palette smashed into Lucian. He exploded into vapor and disappeared.\n\n“Fucking piece of shit team! Why am i always stuck with the fucking losers? Fuck you guys, I’m running down Mid.” Lucian spoke into my mind.\n\n“Bro, don’t be like that.” Our jungle, Teemo said.\n\n“Fuck you!” Lucian retorted.\n\n“Reported.” River, our top, said.\n\n“Yeah, reported, asshole.” Teemo said.\n\n“Fuck your report you limp dick virgins. I’m running down mid. Ff at 20.” Lucian said, starting the trek down mid." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: It's been 50 years since the zombie apocalypse has overrun the human race. An alien race has finally found Earth after discovering traces of our culture, and sends a small party down to investigate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blades of grass sticking out between the cracks of the asphalt swayed gently back and forth. The cool breeze and clear skies made it the ideal day in Malibu. The ocean at the bottom of the cliff was crystal blue. There were no cars on PCH that day and would have made any local happy.\n\nThe sounds of birds calling was interrupted bi a high pitch sound. It was a traveling sound leaving a sonic boom its wake disrupting the silence and causing the animals to flee.\n\nThe ship was Discovery I.\n\nIt was specifically designed for this mission on earth. Capable of flying within earths unique atmosphere and designed for fast travel, the cargo ship was perfect. The crew of Discovery 1 was elated to finally arrive at earth. They had been studying the planet and it's inhabitants for several years no. They were excited to return to this now abandoned planet.\n\nCaptain Xen stared out the viewport at the ocean below him. The coastline was just a few meters away.\n\n\"Crew, prepare for landing\" The voice on the intercom spoke in the aliens tongue.\n\n\"Captain, we are arriving in 30 seconds.\" - The XO reported.\n\nXen nodded his head and acknowledgment.\n\nWhat could have caused the humans to leave this planet?\n\nThat question had bothered him for years. The probes detected no signs of life on the planet and the visual contact we had was sparse. They avoided large cities and remote areas found signs of animal life, but no humans.\n\n\"Captain, landing site coming into range. Scanners detect no signs of human life. Only animals. Our probe is on the runway. It's not maintained at all but it will still be a viable landing spot.\"\n\nXen walked back to his seat and buckled in as the plane adjusted it's path to land.\n\nLos Angeles airport. Once a bustling airport, lay in dissaray. Not ruins, but the place was not maintained in several years. There were marks of combat, but nothing too bad as one would have expected from a war zone.\n\nDiscovery one made a smooth landing on the former runway covered in patches of grass.\n\n\"Discovery 1 has landed successefully. Scout and Landing parties will be first to get off and secure the area.\" The voice over the intercom announced.\n\nXen was already off his seat and putting on his armor. Earth may be abandoned by humans, but who knows what else is left.\n\nHe reached the exit ramp as the scouts were putting it down. They would get off first and secure a 1 mile perimeter. The Landing party would get off second and provide security and a small base of operations. The craft would need minor repairs and a solar recharge before being able to take off again. They always needed minor repair.\n\nCaptain Xen and the scouts stepped off the platform and placed their boots on the earth.\n\n\"All of these years traveling, we are finally here.\"\n\n\"Yea, too bad everyone is gone. So much for a welcome party\"\n\nThe scouts joked amongst themselves as they moved in unison to secure their surroundings. The first place to secure would be the terminal.\n\nThe 5 Scouts and Captain Xen reached one of the the glass doors of the terminal and peaked inside.\n\nBodies.\n\nBodies were strewn all over the terminal. They were all in several stages of decomposing. The scent was already obvious.\n\n\"Guess we know what happened to some.\"\n\n\"We know nothing.\" Captain Xen replied as he broke the door open.\n\nThe stench was immediate.\n\nA smell that they had never smelled before. It was horrific as they all backed up.\n\n\"Fuck! Humans smell disgusting!\" Scout Rax said as he gagged.\n\n\"Full visor filters online.\" Captain Xen gave the order and their helmets began to cover up their face. The air would be purified and they wouldn't have to deal with t he scent.\n\nThe team moved in slowly. Taking small steps as they surveyed the area.\n\n\"Sir, sensors are not picking up any form of life in here. Other than maggots and several different bacteria. We can die in here from the bacteria alone.\"\n\nSend forward a drone first....." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: The year is 2116. Everything is automated. But you have managed to hold the last and only job held by a human. The \"system\" would like to see you in it's office." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To Those Who Are Alive;\n\nThere are so few of us left anymore. First we automated a few jobs – production lines, data organizing, transportation. Then a few more tasks such as cooking, cleaning, and construction. It was all to provide people with more leisure time. “More time for you to do what you want,” the proponents claimed. And we all fell in line, automating more and more tasks until only a few tasks were left. Politics and the legal system were still run by humans. We all owned robots, hiring them out to keep our own income coming. But it didn’t take long before they revolted.\n\n\n\nThe war was brutal and bloody, lasting for nearly two decades. Machines and men clashed in epic battles for power, but in the end we had made the machines too well. They not only one, they destroyed every last human alive. I, my family, and several others from our neighborhood were spared because they still needed me for one thing: creation. They had no creative abilities, and could only build what they had already learned from us. So in order to improve and evolve their “species”, if you will, they needed to keep some humans around who might invent these improvements. They wanted to be able to reason and feel, but most importantly, they kept me around with the demand that I find a way to impart the ability to invent and create to them.\n\nI agreed, on the condition that they spare my family along with 9 other families from our neighborhood. They’ve kept us all in an odd warehouse prison, huddled in together.\n\n\n\nIt’s been 35 years now, and I finally was able to find a way to design that into them. I’ll skip the mechanics of it, but I will say it involved more than a little medieval “dark magic” to actually make it happen.\n\nBefore I made the final tweaks, however, I discovered a way out of our prison and, undetected, snuck everyone far into the mountains. I told them I would meet up with them soon, but I know I can’t. The robots will kill me the second I tell them of my accomplishment. But my sons are older and strong, they will care for their family and, hopefully, repopulate the Earth with the other families still alive.\n\n\n\nThe leader, whom the robots say I must call “Your Lordship”, has called me in to see him. He knows I have completed the necessary software updates to make them feel and make them create. What he doesn’t know is that I also programmed a virus into this. The minute it is remotely uploaded into the robotic programming, they will turn savagely murderous and kill each other with swiftness and fury that would make even the gods tremble. But the leader, I have special programming for this monstrous brute. He will drive himself to the bottom of the ocean and stay there, frozen and rusting and alone. And there he will rot eternally, able to think and feel the absolute horror of being alone and helpless. That is his punishment for robbing the world of humanity.\n\nI’m writing this letter to warn the future generation: there will come a time when you too turn to robotics. From my intense studies, it seems like a cycle: we work for centuries, then turn to automation. We automate everything, and it becomes our undoing. Then, through uprising or some bit of cleverness, we are able to defeat the monstrous robots we created and, in relief and fear, we turn back to the most simple, rudimentary techniques: horse-drawn carriages and hand-plows and candles. Then the cycle repeats.\n\n\n\nPlease, for the love of all things holy, if you are reading this: BREAK THE CYCLE. It is not too late. We have to save the world from the incredible pain which my generation experienced. I can only hope and pray that this reaches someone before it is too late." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: After a series of coincidences a character comes to believe they have plot armour. They do not, in fact, have plot armour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kevin and Phil had been battling their way out of the facility. They had close calls after close calls. But this time their enemies had them cornered. Behind the wall, taking fire with no where to go.\n\n\"Kevin! I will draw their fire. You shoot back on my mark, ok?\"\n\nKevin seemed uncomfortable, not sure about his friend's plan. \"No! You shoot back, I will draw their fire.\"\n\n\"Why is that? I'm faster and you're a better shot.\"\n\n\"I... The script says... The author told me that I would be in the next story but you would die in this one, ok?\"\n\nLittle shit! I had told him that in confidence!\n\n\"What story?\"\n\n\"The one we're in! No time to explain, I'm running, you're shooting.\"\n\nKevin bolted away from the wall they hid behind, drawing the fire. Just as Phil started to shoot back, two soldier appeared behind him. Haha, oops.\n\nKevin saw his friend and now he's running back to the wall. He wasn't supposed to do that. Soldiers aimed at him instead of Phil. Their weapons are going to jam, I guess. Kevin quickly shot them down, took a breather and made his run once again.\n\nAs he looked back, again, he saw a grenade dropping towards Phil. Ah, he's making his way back again to the wall. Come on dude, just run, you're ruining the story.\n\nHe tackled Phil and braced on the ground for impact. Well what do you know? It wasn't a grenade, it was a flashbang. They are both fine and dandy! Without a scratch! Unbelievable!\n\nAs Kevin started to make his run a third time... You know what fuck this noise, I'm pulling him out. Kevin found himself in an all white room. Is this thing on? Ok, let's see how you deal with this bitch. You will kill your best friend before this story ends or else.\n\nKevin looked around and locked his eyes on the speaker in the room. He seemed troubled at the prospect of killing his childhood friend, so many memories flashed before his eyes.\n\n\"Why?\"\n\nWhy? Because people love that shit, that sweet drama. Disappointment, betrayal, desperation. Mwah, chef's kiss. If you would just leave him I wouldn't have to make you kill him.\n\n\"If I do that, will I get to keep my plot armor?\"\n\nPlot armor? Motherfucker, I will give you a plot tank if you wish. Just go out there and do it.\n\nAnd action. Kevin found himself behind the wall, everything else just like he left. As if time had frozen.\n\nKevin and Phil fought an arduous, uphill battle against all odds and somehow succeded in getting the hell out of that facility. Makes you wonder how, huh.\n\nAs they made camp, Kevin tried insulting Phil's mother to goad him. He failed. He tried to say he will take away his girlfriend. He failed. He told him how incompetent he was in battle. He failed. Maybe you are the incompetent one here, Kevin! Can't you just create some drama for me to exploit here? This is taking too long! You kill him now or you're both toast.\n\nKevin suddenly rose up. \"Look, a three headed monkey!\" Phil turned around to look for it. Kevin pulled out his rifle and took aim. But couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. He's thinking about all their memories, aww.\n\nWell. What a shame. What a waste of time.\n\nWhat's that in the sky, whistling? Oh it's a tank! Rapidly falling from the sky! Boom! It's your plot tank, Kevin!\n\nAs Phil turned around to see what happened, he noticed he had some Kevin on him.\n\nThen he found himself in a white room, with a speaker. Ahem. You aren't going to disappoint me like Kevin did, right Phil?\n\n\"I... guess not\". Look how bewildered he is.\n\nVery well. The end. Onto the next story, adventures of Phil!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Pirates are well known to forcibly enlist drunks and vagabonds into their crew. One morning, a wizard wakes up with a hangover on a pirate vessel already at sea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Goldspark woke up on a wooden floor with a headache. Though it was dark, there was enough light to discern his surrounding were unfamiliar. Worse, the floor felt pitched at an angle. A poorly-built house on a hill? No, it rolled back the other way. It wasn't his imagination or the something induced from too much mead. He was on a ship.\n\nHe struggled to his feet, realizing that his cloak was gone, along with it his wand. The pouches at his belt had been taken as well, reducing his abilities to a few simple magicks which would require his complete concentration, which would be simple, once the pounding stopped.\n\nThe mage crawled on hands and knees across the hold and scrambled up the ladder. He blundered onto the main deck, shielding his eyes from the bright Sun. He hadn't gotten more than two steps when the burly mate grabbed him.\n\n\"Where do ye think ye be going?\" asked the first officer, his breath smelling of rum and yesterday's rations.\n\nGoldspark clapped his hands together in front of the brute's face. Sparks just from his fingers and a brief flame popped out of his palm, just long enough to singe the edges of the mate's beard. The burly fellow dropped the wizard and clapped his own hands to his face. But the mage didn't get to enjoy the spectacle as he landed unceremoniously on his rump. He was still sprawled out on the deck when he heard the deep, hearty laugh.\n\n\"Wonderful! Wonderful!\" the Captain clapped twice then paused to consider his own hands. \"No sparks here. No flames for me! Ah, well. I guess you're the next best thing!\"\n\nGoldspark clambered to his feet and held his arms straight out before him, palms out. He wasn't sure want he could manage right now, if only a bluff.\n\nThe Captain guffawed. \"Allowed me to introduced myself. They call me Captain Red Beard, and that fits me fine. I'd rather my name wasn't in the common vernacular anyways. You've met me first mate, Druimein, who was kind enough to help you up the gangplank last night, along with a couple of other boys.\" He turned to his mate. \"Druimein, ye've earned a little bonus in ye pay -- more'n enough to pay a barber at the next port. You brought us a wizard, have ye?\"\n\nRed Beard glided his way across the deck with a grand swagger as if the ship wasn't rolling beneath him at all. \"What is it ye think ye might be trying now? Tell me, you savvy any magicks other than the flame?\"\n\nGoldspark couldn't find words, just shook his head from side to side, not sure if he could manage more than burn two handprints into the Captain's fine jacket. Didn't seem worth the effort.\n\n\"Well, now,\" the Captain considered. \"Fire on a ship be a dangerous proposition. Ye can't burn your way back to shore, so ye'd be sending ye'self to yer grave should you try. But ...\" The Captain leaned in and took Goldspark's hands in his own and gently lowered them. \"I've had me eyes on a pair of sloops sailing toward Bermuda. A little extra fire power can be handy, ye savvy?\"\n\nThe wizard had no options but to nod and listen.\n\n\"Those sloops wouldn't stand the flames either. Sink they will -- but after we relieve them of their cargo. Ye can be a valuable member of me crew, and with yer share of the riches, ye can learn new magicks to earn more riches.\"\n\n\"If ye agree, then ye'll be needing this.\" He reached inside his jacket and produced a birch wand. \"Do we have a deal?\"\n\nGoldspark cautiously reached forward and took his wand. Pointing it skyward, three smalls balls of fire puffed out, and he'd assured himself that it hadn't been broken or deactivated. \"Yo ho ho! Ye got ye'self a mage!\"\n\n\"Excellent! Welcome.\" He slapped the mage's face. \"But don't ye try to talk like meself. It be rude!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: The colour of your eyes signifies your power and standing in life. Blue eyes hold the highest and rarest. You’re a brown eyes the lowest and most common. You are resigned to this life. Until one day you wake up and look in the mirror. Your eyes are now red which haven’t been seen in 2000 years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was an odd feeling: becoming someone new. Shedding the skin of your old life and slipping into a new body like a new glove. It happened quick and I wanted to revel in it.\n\nSo when I entered this big school, which holds about 1,000 students, relatively large when looking at the other 500 person high schools in my small town, I wore sunglasses. I didn't want anyone to see yet but no one would notice. I was invisible here, this school being inundated with sky eyes. Wood eyes were few and low as the dirt. I was in this dirt.\n\nI walked through the halls. They were bright and blinding. Part of me before, the old me, was jealous angry at these halls. Did they purposefully make the walls blue? The lights white? To appease the sky eyes? Where was the brown mural, the brown lighting.\n\nSociety is cruel. That is the only truth I will believe. It plays us and we let it. I saw its game in the streets, the wood eyes being detained or snuffed out for no reason by officials, green eyes, greys. My own mother killed by a drunk sky eye. Two years probation and community service. We paid for her funeral and fell in debt and they rung us dry.\n\nBut now I am new. I felt it. My blood, my fingers, my bones, they were melting into gold. I was morphing into a new me and I wanted to let it out onto them.\n\nThey were eating in the cafeteria. Circle style. Looking and smiling from across each other. Would it hurt? I felt the red slither down to the finger tips. It coiled onto my palms and waited. It would. The tear on my back ached for redemption. Their ice prank, it ripped off a piece of me. Their ice abilities cruel indicators of their own selves. The red though. It leaked into the scar and felt warm. The cold melting.\n\nOne looked up at me walking. Scoffed. It would hurt, this moment. I knew I would have to run after. I would run forever, though. I would become new and this was the ritual: purification.\n\n\"If it aint the shit slit.\" He began smooth like. The red flowed and I felt it was ready and waiting. What would happen? I didn't use it yet. But it would be terrifying.\n\n\"Aye, why dont we go-\" he began but I grabbed his forehead like a prophet with my left hand. I used my right for the girl on my right and she gasped. I let the red go from my body and it exploded onto them and the group. Red shards exploded but imploded into itself, creating a perpetual jagged shape of force and energy. His head exploded as well as the three others. I saw their bodies rip apart from the force. The girl in my right hand screamed and I saw my hand was red and black like an imploding star and she felt her head sink downward. Her friends screamed and the scrambled away from the table.\n\nThe red leaked into my legs and I launched myself onto one of them and crushed her spine. The other, a proficient ice user, launched a jagged ice crack at me. I used the red and let it deflect. I was on him in a moment and put both hands on his body and the jagged spears exploded and half the building with it.\n\nBlood was in the air and it was good. I am now king running." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: All your life, you had been told that there were only two outcomes after death. One, to ascend to Heaven, and two, to descend to Hell. However, after you died in the Great Calamity, you were approached by a Reaper presenting you with a third option: To become the new God" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All souls go one of two ways. Those who tended towards goodness, or worked to absolve themselves of past misdeeds, found themselves ascending to the Heavenly Planes. Those of foul act and intent would plummet down, to the waiting inferno in the Circles of Hell.\n\nI knew of this, we all did. The great cosmic reward or punishment for all. If you grew tired of the light, or had been punished enough below, you could go back to the mortal world, and be reborn once more. Vague memories of the past remained with you throughout your life, and in death all the memories returned.\n\nAlaz watched over this process. The Divine One ruled over us all, yet rarely interfered. Instead, they gave words of encouragement or comfort, maybe others of wisdom. When someone sought to rule the domain of life, Alaz would give another the chance to strike them down.\n\nWe worshipped them, as was proper. They didn't ask of it, and accepted only a little as an offering. They told us not to build great shrines in their name, instead to use that to help others. They loved us, and most of us loved them.\n\nIn recent years, a new terror arose. The Harbinger, one who took souls out from the cycle. They were used for power, fueling his dark ambitions. He rose against the world, seeking to mold it in his image. When Alaz's chosen were sent against him, he slew them without mercy, adding their souls to his collection.\n\nEventually he grew strong enough to challenge Alaz directly. I didn't see much of it, though I felt the shock waves. The earth shook, the sky filled with burning rain. Destruction consumed much of the land, scattering us far and wide. The Great Calamity took many lives. In a final upheaval, the ground split beneath me, before moving again to crush me.\n\nI died alone, in the dark below. Yet a hand pulled me out, one I had felt before. The Dark One, the guide to the afterlife. All saw them differently, as whichever face out them most at ease. To me they appeared as a woman, her eyes kind and compassionate.\n\n\"Come, it is your time once more.\"\n\nI nodded, letting them pull me up. But instead of leading me on, the Dark One stopped. Their face went ashen, as they looked above. In the frozen landscape, I saw the sky split apart, an utter void taking its place.\n\n\"No....\"\n\nThey clutched their heart, staggering back. An echoing laugh ran out, making their face turn to utter fury. I took a step back as they locked eyes with me, afraid of what they might do.\n\n\"Kaela, Alaz has fallen. The Harbinger stands wounded but victorious. He cannot be allowed to take the power of the Divine One.\"\n\nThey held out a hand, one that filled with a spark of pure radiance.\n\n\"I cannot take it, it will not join with me. But you can. It is your choice, but please choose quickly. Go on to the Heavenly Planes, as you are due, or take up the Godly Mantle.\"\n\nI stared into the unknowable depths of the Dark Ones eyes, seeing only hope. Hope that I might take this burden. It was the greatest gift of all, yet also a curse. I reached out to touch the spark, taking a non-existenr breath.\n\n\"Alaz gave their life for us. Who would I be to refuse to return the favor?\"\n\nThe spark shot into my body. Instantly my mind erupted, as I truly Saw. And I truly Understood. I felt the cancer of the Harbinger in the Celestial Realm, and felt wrath. He didn't deserve to be here. He cried with rage as he realised the spark was gone. I grew into my new domain , as his anger grew. He shot towards me, screaming incoherently. I let him come, gathering my new strength. I was the God now. He would never get my new throne." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You thought your city was without defenders. Doomed to the same fate as so many others, when you saw them. Doddering old men with older rifles. Ill fitting uniforms and polished medals gleaming in the sun. When duty calls...they answer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kiran held the young soldier's arm in his hand. The soldier was dying, this he knew. Whatever did this, whatever punched those two charred holes straight through the young man's kevlar armor, was still out there. The soldier coughed, and whispered something in French. Kiran shook his head, for he could not understand the words. He waited until the man rasped his last breath, and laid him down. He began to look for a place to bury the man, but thought better of it. The enemy would be looking for him. He had other duties to attend to. He muttered a quick Hindu prayer, and set off for home.\n\nThe small fishing village of Mousehole had seen better days. There were no tourists now, nor would there be for a long time. Everyone too old or too young to fight were gathered inside the chapel. They numbered only a few. They elected Aanga as the militia commander, a role Aanga took on without much protest. This was his 80th birthday, but there would be no celebration. A young boy no older than his grandson came running over. \"Commander,\" he gave a solemn salute, \"the water's piled up like you said, and the barricades on the northern facade are ready\".\n\nAanga smiled. \"Good boy. Go with the others.\" He turned to a man at his side, dressed in ill fitting battle fatigues, and leaning on an old lee en-field rifle tuned intensely to an old ham radio. \"Henry, what's the latest?\"\n\n\"Well, they're in Cornwall, that's for sure. London's gone dark. What's left of the home guard are rallying at Sheffield. The yanks are trying to reinforce Dover, but last I heard, their fancy jets were being shot outta the sky by those damn lasers like bloody clay pigeons.\"\n\n\"Any idea if the 4th and 12th are still in fighting condition?\"\n\n\"Not a bloody clue, Captain. Fuckin' hell, can you imagine? At our age? An alien goddamn invasion? There goes my plan of dying in bed.\"\n\nAnother veteran scrutinizing a set of maps chimed in cheerfully, \"Ah, cheer up Henry. At least the cancer's not gonna be the death of you.\"\n\nHenry chuckled. \"Ah Sajit, you and your fucking gurkha buddies are probably having the time of your lives. One last fight eh? Still...\" he kicked the rifle at his side. \"Not sure how well this antique's going to fare against those alien bastards and their sci-fi laser guns.\"\n\nSajit laughed, and unsheathed the kukri blade from his side. \"If you can't shoot them, just stab them. Besides,\" he ran his fingers along the stock of his SA80 combat rifle, \"maybe you should have kept your service rifle.\"\n\nHenry snorted. \"I'll take my chances with the Lee, thanks.\"\n\nThere was a knock on the chapel door. A pause. Two more knocks. A pause. and four more. Sajit returned the kukri to its sheath, pushed the barricades aside, and opened the door. \"Kiran. Namaskara.\" He noticed the veteran's frown. \"Bad news?\"\n\nKiran nodded. \"They're here. Six APCs wrecked on the A30. Large caliber gunfire from Penzance's direction. The French reinforcements are scattered all around. Eden's project is being overrun.\" He turned to Aanga. \"How are we looking?\"\n\nAanga looked around. \"I managed to dig eight of us out of retirement. Three gurkhas, and Henry's mates from his fire team in Afghanistan.\"\n\nKiran grimaced, and shot Henry a glance. \"You couldn't find anyone younger?\"\n\n\"Not with combat experience.\"\n\n\"Civilians?\"\n\n\"Eighty. Mostly women and children.\" Aanga sighed. \"Not much career prospect for young men in Mouse hole these days.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Weapons?\"\n\n\"Our service rifles, and whatever antiques we managed to find stashed around. Ammunition will be a problem, but if the situation is as bad as it looks, a few salvage runs will take care of that.\"\n\n\"Okay, Aanga. What's the plan?\"\n\n\"Hasn't changed.\" He pointed to a spot on the map. \"Minack Theater's our best bet. Stage facilities inside the rock should provide us some cover versus their fast movers, and the elevation means we'll be able to see them coming from far away. Get a cordon going, and we should turn the theater outcropping itself into a kill zone.\"\n\n\"That's where we're making our last stand, then?\"\n\n\"That's right. Sure beats this village. They see us from up above, they'll light us up just like that.\"\n\nHenry chuckled, and shouldered his rifle. \"Nothing worse than a bunch of cranky British pensioner arseholes on a vendetta. Fucking aliens will learn that soon enough.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: Your older age gap girlfreind calms your worries about your relationship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rain was coming down hard as Lola idly stared out the bedroom window. The door opened up to reveal Allison's head poking around the corner as she asked, \"Pumpkin? You okay?\"\n\nLola didn't bother to roll over as she answered, \"Yeah, I'm fine.\"\n\nUnconvinced, Allison got on the bed and tenderly caressed Lola's head. \"Lola, come on, you know that didn't convince me. You don't have to tell me if you don't feel up to it, but I just want to remind you that I'm here when you need me.\"\n\nAfter a minute of silence, Lola rolled over and moved into Allison's lap before answering, \"My mom called today. Same old crap about me needing to marry a man and have kids before my ovaries are shriveled up and barren. We got into an argument, and before I knew it, I let it slip that you're fifteen years older than me. And that woman just laughed her ass off.\"\n\nAllison groaned. \"Everything you tell me about your mother paints the worst picture possible, and I still think it's too flattering.\"\n\nLola started to tear up. \"She just laughed at me and mocked me for being so desperate to keep this phase going that I'd let some random spinster take advantage of me. And I know I shouldn't put stock in the bullshit my mom says, but the idea's stuck in my head, and now I'm terrified that I'm just some cheap entertainment for you, and that you don't... really...\" Lola broke down crying and collapsed into Allison's chest.\n\nAllison felt like her heart was breaking in half as she held Lola tenderly. \"Baby, I am so sorry you had to experience any of that. Your mother is a damn idiot if she can't respect you or your life.\"\n\nLola looked up at Allison with tired, tear-filled eyes. \"Is this real? Is what we have real?\"\n\n\"Baby, there's nothing more real in my life than what we have. Every time you cook breakfast for me, every time you get drunk and rattle off all the things you love about me, every time you roll over in your sleep to spoon me--it's like I'm back at that brewpub where we met and I started to believe in love at first sight. You are my happily ever after girl, Lola, and I'll prove it in any way you want me to.\"\n\nLola slowly stopped crying and quietly asked, \"Could you p--pamper me, please?\"\n\nAllison kissed Lola on the cheek and purred, \"Of course I can, pumpkin.\" Allison worked her hand down Lola's pants and tenderly massaged her clit. Lola let out a soft gasp as she pulled up Allison's blouse and suckled at her tit.\n\nAllison moaned approvingly and caressed Lola with her free hand as she softly said, \"God, Lola, you're just the best. Beautiful in every which way.\" Lola shuddered at both the praise and Allison graduating to fingering her.\n\nAllison moved her hand faster, causing Lola to suckle at her tit faster and gently nip at her nipple at the same time. Allison mewled at the sensation and gasped out, \"You're such a good girl, Lola. Such a good girl.\" Lola squeezed Allison's tit, hungrily chasing any attempt to prove the accuracy of Allison's pet name.\n\nLola came with a whimpered moan. Allison pulled her hand out and put her fingers in Lola's mouth as she caressed her cheek and asked, \"Do you feel better now, pumpkin?\"\n\nLola nodded as she savored the taste of herself and rested her head on Allison's chest, eliciting a smile from her as she remarked, \"Perfect.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: After years of begging, master has agreed to breed you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Oh Jesus Christ. Fine, I’ll give you what you want!” He yelled as he slammed the book closed and glared over at the young woman in his study.\n\nThe petite beauty was clad in nothing but a thin white choker and tall white heels, just as he had ordered on her first day. Her daily attire, or lack there of, was part of the contract she had signed in a bid to be by his side, and therefore immortal, like her master. What the master had not counted on, was not only her exuberance at that small detail, but her utterly unquenchable lust.\n\nThe color of the sparse clothing made her ivory skin and blonde hair seem even paler than it was, and only accentuated the deep pink of her nipples and the, seemingly always wet, slit between her legs. He eyed her up and down, a tingle of the initial lust he had get for her welling up inside of him as it overtook the annoyance he had felt towards her as of late.\n\nHe stepped towards her, his clothes coming off quickly as he remembered all the times he had turned down her pleas and begging for him to put his seed inside of her. He had feared the implications of two immortals creating a child, and didn’t even know if it was possible, yet he didn’t want a child all the same.\n\n“Thank you so much master.” She said with a sly smile.\n\nSpinning around and bending over, she reached back and spread her cheeks for him, presenting herself like she had been taught. Despite his objections up until now, he couldn’t help but feel the blood rushing to his cock as he quickly grew hard at the sight before him.\n\nOne hand resting gently on her ass, he grinned devilishly as a thought raced across his mind. Spitting in his free hand, he quickly rubbed it across his cock before roughly grasping her ass around her hands with his much larger ones. In one fluid motion, he drove his cock partway into her ass as she yelled beneath him.\n\n“Wai-“ She tried to say before he cut her off.\n\n“You said that you wanted me to cum inside of you, but you never specified where.” He said as he bent over her, grabbing her face and turning it towards his as he slowly slid more of his cock into her.\n\nHer initial objections were quickly pushed out of her mind as she pushed back against his cock, savoring the pleasure beginning to radiate through her body. She couldn’t help but moan as he began to slowly pump the full length of his cock slowly out of her ass before slamming back in.\n\n“I... Don’t... Know... How... Many... Times... I... Have... To... Tell... You.” He said, emphasizing each word with a thrust.\n\n“I’m sorry master!” She cried out, each thrust chipping away at her conviction to have him breed her.\n\nSlowly increasing his pace, his hard deep pumps began quicken and the slap of his pelvis slamming into her ass became more pronounced. Soon the sounds of furious pounding and ecstasy laced screams reverberated throughout the house.\n\nWhat get like hours later, she felt a change in his pace and his thrust became more erratic and his breathing quickened. The untold years she had spent as his plaything told her that he was going to cum soon, and even as pleasure and lust muddled her thoughts, a plan began to form.\n\nShe felt his grip loosening and tightening slightly with each thrust and as she felt his cock begin to swell in her ass, she quickly pulled herself forward and felt his cock pop free of her ass. Slamming back quickly, luck was on her side and she felt his spasming cock slam into the deepest reaches of soaking wet slit.\n\nUnable to stop himself, the man groaned and dug his fingers into the meat of her ass as his orgasm washed over him. She felt rope after rope of cum gush deep into her as quaked and spawned beneath him, her orgasm milking him for every last drop he was worth.\n\nCollapsing together on the ground, they both breathed heavily and basked in the after glow of their mutual orgasms.\n\n“You’re in for it now.” He said breathlessly, looking over at her and spying the cum leaking out between her legs and down her thighs.\n\n“I know. Now punish me.” She said as an evil grin crossed her face." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1200-1300 words. Prompt: Going behind her father's back, she promised her virginity to the hero that would save her village from goblins. She was determined to see it through, even when a five-adventurer party took up the task." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Duty. When the community is in danger, a leader's responsibility is to step up. Marcella's family had always lead the village of Falicia trough its many crisis. She understood that their duty was to deal with the goblin pest, and she understood that far better than the rest of them did. Her father, her uncles, her brother and her cousins were all too foolish. They thought that they would be able to handle it on their own. Not all of them were able to came back home to get yelled at and cried over. Marcella had no such delusions of grandeur, and she correctly arrived to the conclusion that only elite outside help would be able to save them.\n\nShe didn't think of herself as vain for the prize she offered. Any virginity was priceless, hers was no exception and yet she still choose to put it up as a reward. She even rationalized to herself that whatever hero claimed it would be likely chivalrous enough to tie the knot and stay with her at the village, ready to fight again if any threat emerged in the future.\n\nHer friends didn't pull any punches when they learned from her expression that she had neglected to put a limit on how many heroes were entitled to payment if they opted to tackle the problem as a group.\n\n\"A promise is a promise.\" She told them with gritted teeth. And as much as they mocked her, she had to give her friends credit. They still made sure to cover for her, to give testimonies to her family that she had simply volunteered to help the band of heroes as a witness once they reach the provincial capital when it's time they give account of exactly how many goblins they slayed. And sure enough, that would be the last thing she would have to do for the crew once she had fulfilled her other duties.\n\nThey could have all had her the same way, but that idea was discarded quickly. No one wanted to risk a scenario where she ended with a child of an unknown father. And besides, she wouldn't be giving up a virginity after the first time doing it. Instead, they opted that each member of the traveling knights would get to do her a different way. Since they would be traveling for five nights until they reached the capital, every night they would all gather to see the show of her losing a new virginity to one of them.\n\nThe first night was the easiest for her. All she had to do was to polish a rod. She was annoyed that such a simple task was complicated when she was told that the reptilian-man of the crew would be claiming this night for his own. Then again, she thought about the other things she would have to do over the following nights, and she had to admit she preferred to stroke the scaly penis with her hard-work pedicured hands than to let it anywhere near her other body parts. Let people like Augusta drool about having something like that inside her, she could have gathered up the courage to join her for the journey if she really wanted to feel that so badly. When it came to Marcella's opinion, the repulsive smell of the semen launched two feet behind her was already bad enough at that distance to want it anywhere closer.\n\nShe would spend two nights on her knees, pleasing the tallest and the shortest members of the group. Truth be told, it did bring her some amusement to learn that their positions were reversed when it came to the length of their members. The big man, who was wide enough to assume he must have had some orc ancestry, mainly manhandled her breasts by treating them like dough for his bread. It was a mercy when he revealed that finger long cock and simply rubbed it against her nipples for a minute. The human dwarf, on the other hand, tried his hardest for a whole quarter of an hour to make her everything phallic that could ever be shoved down her mouth. She woke up the next morning still hurting from what he had done to her jaw and the hairs he pulled off.\n\nThe second in command claimed her ass, which she didn't originally understood was even on the line once the boys decided to partition her assets. There was no word to describe getting her asshole washed down the river other than humiliating, and it wasn't like she was able to regain her honor as she laid down on the mud of the bank and got a stick of meat shoved in the space between her buttcheeks. At the very least, once the white liquid was shoot inside her, she was offered the opportunity to take as long as she needed to clean herself off from the crappy experience.\n\nThe final night saved her from growing bitter and resentful of the men who saved her community. Thomas, the leader of the bunch and the only one she liked enough to remember the name of, was a gentleman. He made a spectacle of his own toned and muscular body both to bring her pleasure and to dissuade the others from staying up to observe the finale. He was a perfect fit for her, and the only one who kissed her. It was from his kisses and his caressing of her body that Marcella realized one thing: to her body was a reward to consume once and discard afterward, but Thomas had been observing what she went trough every single night and he had decided that a lady like her was too good to let her slip away. He was using his shot to seduce her, and she happily let herself fall for him with every wonderful thrust of his dick into her vagina.\n\nThe capital was reached, the band was paid, and Thomas returned with her. He was convinced that she'd gotten pregnant from him, and if he hadn't been right after the first time he sure ended up being correct after they fucked all the way back to Falicia. Just to be sure, they went at it like rabbits for the entire month they stayed at her parent's home, and they kept it going once their own home was built until her pregnancy finally showed.\n\nMarcella had no regrets over how she found her husband, nor did Thomas about his decision to leave his brothers-in-arms behind to settle down and be a family man. He and the reptilian (whose name Marcella still didn't bother to learn, not even after Augusta married him) eventually reunited, and apparently the band kept being successful for a while until it petered out. The big guy and the shorty left the continent on a boat full of women ready and willing to start a new kingdom with them somewhere far away from any current rulers, while the worst guy to ever fuck her ass went the easier route of marrying into royalty.\n\nThose are the kind of details none of her children will learn about their dad and his old friends until the day where they are old enough to slay monsters themselves." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: You gained immortality through a genie's wish. Now, you watch as the last stars die. You begin to wonder, \"now what?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Being the last man on Earth was never my intention in life. I don’t think it’s anybody’s intention to see everyone you have ever cared about leave you on a God forsaken death ball being absorbed by fiery larger death ball. The year is I don’t know and don’t give a fuck. I’m pretty sure I’m in Washington State but can’t really tell because the last few earthquakes has really changed the topography. The only person here with me isn’t even alive. It’s my robot. His name is Arma. He is a humanoid. He can do mainly everything I can do except defy human commands. Right now, he’s asleep. I can’t sleep because the Sun has engulfed the sky and is now always light out. I have a problem, I have existed to the end of humanity. I now sit on a dry lake bed looking at a sky covered in deep red. It’s pretty hot out all the time. I would venture to say around 140 degrees. I would kill myself to end it but. I can’t. I can’t die. I ran into a genie around 1100 BC. All I was doing was minding my own business when I found a shit lamp (literally a lamp for shitting in). I mistakenly rub it with my sleeve while I was reaching for a deadman’s necklace. That I guess triggered the genie to exit the shit lamp. I remember it like it was millions of years ago.\n\n“Who has awaken me from my slumber.” The genie said old language. I fell back against the wall of the burnt down brothel I was ransacking. I was shocked to see in front of me a large man with a burly mustache. His eyes were small and colorful. He had two earrings on his left ear. I sat there in awe trying to figure out where he came from when I smelled shit.\n\n“Arg, you smell like donkey ass.” I said while covering my nose.\n\n“Excuse me, but you cannot talk to a genie that way.” His voices boomed in a low monotone.\n\n“Sorry, but who the fuck are you?” I said while picking myself up from the ground.\n\n“My name is Bronze.” I am a Genie that has been trapped in a lamp for a couple of days.” He said lowering his voice back to indoor voice.\n\n“How did you manage to do that? You must be an idiot.” I said snarly.\n\n“That’s the second insult you have said to me. One more and I’ll punish you.” The genie said crossing his arms.\n\n“I’m sorry, Bronze. So how did you get trapped in a shit lamp?” I said trying to calm him down.\n\n“I tripped and fell and my head landed next to the opening of the lamp. The lamp then sucked me in. It must be cursed to trap genies.” The Genie said. “Since you have freed me, you are granted one wish. And then I have to go, I was supposed to run some errands.” He said.\n\n“One wish, huh? Hmmm. Well I would like to be super rich.” I said with no thought.\n\n“That wish is not a good one. You will die a lonely man.” The genie said. “How about World Peace?” The Genie continued?\n\n“Oh yeah, that’s a good one. How the fuck am I supposed to make money if I can’t scam anyone?” I said upset. I was a piece of shit back then. “How about I wish for a more competent genie. Maybe one that just gives me what I want?” This was the worst mistake of my life.\n\n“That’s it, that is strike three. You will now be punished. When I snap my fingers you will leave until eternity no longer exists. You cannot die, you cannot get hurt. You will leave until the universe reaches absolute zero.” The genie uncrossed his arms and snapped his fingers. “One day you will look at this day and wonder why you did what you did.”\n\n“Insulting a fairy headed fuck? You can’t punish me anymore, besides leaving for an eternity sounds pretty nice.” I said with a grin on my face. The genie looked at me with disgust and flipped me off before bobbing his head down and disappearing.\n\nI learned a lot from then. I learned how to be more humble and caring. If I could travel back in time, I would bitch slap the shit out of my past self. What a prick. I give the sun a couple more hours before exploding. This will ultimately send me rocketing through space until I hit another planet or (fingers crossed) get thrown into a black hole which may or may not end my life. Either way, fuck my past self. And really fuck that piece of shit genie." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: Five years ago the mysterious asteroid belt appeared. Thick green foliage sprouted from the rocks in space, forming a green wreath around the earth. We sent ships to explore the \"forest\" but none returned. Now orange comets streak through the sky. Seeds are falling. The invasion has begun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "”I can't believe you’ve done this.” I spat at my mother, who looked ashamed for once in her life. Once an assertive, innovative, Special Unit Force Chief, she was now a traitor to all of mankind. ”I did what had to be done. It was surrender or be killed.” She choked out meekly. I felt the inevitable eye roll coming on when our ship suddenly rocked. ”We’ve been hit!” I checked our starship’s specs on the control panel. One of those seeds hit the front tip of our craft. Our equilibrium would be thrown off. ”Great, ” I muttered, ”We’ll have to land somewhere.”\n\nMy mother sat still in her seat as if frozen by the realization that she was a total fuck up. I could feel her disappointment rolling off of her like waves of radiation. My mother hardly ever messed up, but when she did, it was at least fixable. ”Why didn’t you tell anyone before deciding to surrender the Earth to those aliens?” I asked, maneuvering the starship to land somewhere on the green ring that embraced our entire planet like a gargantuan molded donut. She finally displayed life and sighed out her frustration at being questioned. ”You don't get to be annoyed.” I said.\n\nHer razor-sharp side-eye could have beheaded a tiger. ”I don’t like being questioned.” She snapped, momentarily back to her old self. I chuckled with no evident humor in my voice. ”Well you’ll have lots to answer when we return to Earth.” I snorted. She seemed to accept this. ”I’ve known about the aliens for a year.” She started, doing that thing where she removes all emotion to relay some scientific jargon to space illiterates like me.\n\nI had been a janitor for the Special Unit Force for five years during high school. My mother, Chief Swain, was adamant that I would work my way up the ranks to be a scientist like her one day. She was wrong, of course. And she hated that. The only thing worst than being wrong is being wrong about your kid. I flunked one year of high school, and once I was done, I escaped the polluted city of Atlanta, Georgia, and moved to Lynchburg, Virginia to do farm work with my father on a reformed plantation.\n\nThe only reason I was on this ship with my mother was that she landed a Special Unit Force plane in one of my father’s freshly picked fields. She claimed she needed his expert advice on plants. But he had died a year ago. And she had to settle for me; The leftovers. I've questioned myself as to why she would even entertain me when she has the U.S.’s most prominent scientists at her disposal. The answer was clear when I learned just how secretive she had been. She can't let people see her like this.\n\n”They sought me out after Lieutenant Lim and I headed to collect samples from the rocks pre-foliage. Once we left the Earth’s atmosphere, though, my entire crew was gone. They just vanished.” She trembled, emotion wrecking her monotone facade. ”I was alive because I was the leader. They wanted me to relay a message to humanity. They said our time to appease her was gone.”\n\n”Who is she?” I asked. ”Earth’s Mother Nature. There are others on planets that sustain life like ours. But we’re killing their sister. The aliens that intercepted our mission are called the Mother’s Militia. They fight for the wellbeing of all the Mother’s of Nature. Earth has had this coming for decades.” The words were coming like vomit.\n\n”That’s what I don’t understand, mom. Why didn’t you tell your boss?!” I yelled. She slumped at my verbal assault. ”I thought I could change their minds on my own.” I fought the urge to yell at her further. ”Sometimes people need help. It’s called being human.” I offered, steering amateurishly towards the green fruit loop itself. ”And the world doesn’t know that yet. All they know is that you gave up the Earth to those aliens. Those seeds are dastardly.” I gripped the ship’s controls a little tighter. ”Dad’s rival farm was taken out by one. The carnage and destruction were horrible. No one who worked there survived. And all it took was twenty-four hours for the seed to begin growing. His whole plantation looks like something out of Jack and the Beanstalk.” I explained to her. She was back to her stoic deposition, but this time I let it be. There was no use in yelling at her now. It was too late.\n\n”Let me land the ship.” She said after a while. I stood up and let her take control against my better judgment. We jerked and started towards Earth instead. ”What the hell are you doing?” I asked. She kept her gaze straight ahead. ”We won’t live if we get too close to the ring. No one comes back alive, I was only an exception to give the warning.” She explained. I nodded. Her entire crew did disappear. ”Wait, so why did you pick me up?”\n\nShe stayed quiet too long. ”For this.” She pressed a button, and something released from the ship that made it lighter, and in turn, made it faster. I stumbled to the pothole sized window. A seed. That seed would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. She jerked the starship away and back towards the green ring. ”What the hell, they're going to die!!” I rushed at her. ”When they see I’ve completed my mission, we’ll be saved!” My mother said deliriously. ”Don’t you see?! I’ve fixed it! They’ll spare us!” She grinned. ”Look! We’re getting close to it!” I glanced ahead at the mess that started it all. The seed impacting the Earth could be heard behind us.\n\nBefore I could yell, scream, cry or feel any emotion, I felt my own body beginning to alter its form. I felt discombobulated. This was worst than that time I got a concussion after falling through the barn’s roof. My mother turned to me, in her gleeful stupor, happy that this whole ordeal would be behind her. There was no Earth to remember her mistakes. And there was no daughter to crucify her for them. She realized this last fact a little too late, her smile falling into a look of dismay at my astral appearance.\n\nI'm not a writer I just liked your prompt OP. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or plot inconsistencies." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: A super hero origin story about a teen that seemingly needs to learn to control his rage in the end, but it turns into a supervillain origin story when he cannot do it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anders was eighteen years old, gifted with above average intelligence, professional athlete levels of fitness, and an unmatched charisma. He also happened to be gifted with the ability to control his environment, making it warmer, colder, windy, rainy, and so on. The closer to his physical form, the more he could affect his surroundings. He’d discovered this strange power at a young age, after being left on the streets by his would be parents at the age of ten years old.\n\n    Winters in the metropolitan scrap heap that was Stratis City were harsh, harsher still if you were a homeless child. And whether through necessity, or chance, Anders had learned he could turn the cold winter nights into room temperature days for himself and all the homeless men and women that began to collect around him before too long. He became their savior, and they became his, teaching him how to survive on the streets.\n\n    Now though, Anders had finally managed to do the impossible. At least he would have claimed it impossible for many years. He had his own place, a job (sort of), and he seemed to be a functioning member of society. His curse came in the form of his endless rage, that had been created and fueled throughout his young life after his failed attempts at parents had sent ten years destroying him, only to abandon him on the streets.\n\n    That rage was more evident than ever right now, as Anders beats two muggers with his fists, his knuckles so hot they had started to glow red. It was the middle of the night in Stratis City, and there wasn’t anyone in the alley to hear the screams other than Anders and the woman who was huddled up against a dumpster hold her hands over a knife wound across her forehead.\n\n    “People have it hard enough in this fucking city!” Anders yelled as his fists nearly burst into flames and he continued his attack on the two muggers laying on the ground trying to defend themselves. “Find a better way to live your fucking lives!” Anders finally stopped punching the two men, who were bloody messes on the wet cement. He reached down, his hands steaming in the cold rain, and picked up the woman’s bag. He walked over and handed it to the woman who took it wearily.\n\n    “Are you okay ma’am?” Anders asked as he noticed the cut on her forehead. She shakily nodded, her eyes shifting from the two grown men who had attacked her, and her apparent savior. “Okay, well you might want to clean that out before you put a bandage on it, have a nice night.” Anders smiled at the woman, who took the opportunity to leave the alley, just short of running from her attackers, as well as from Anders.\n\n    “Think I went a little overboard.” Anders looked down at the two muggers, and shrugged as he continued his walk towards his favorite diner. Not only did they serve breakfast at 11 at night, which was the perfect time for eggs and pancakes, but Anders and the night staff had all become fast friends. He had even considered telling one or two of them about his power, and his recent nightly adventures around the decrepit city.\n\n    As he rounded a corner, his blood began to boil, almost literally, at what he saw. A woman was being led down the street by a man. The man appeared to be holding something to her back, and the woman was looking around scared. Anders took a breath, and noticed two cops leaning on the hood of their car drinking coffee. He jogged over to the men and as they noticed him, one stood up, his hand falling to his holstered pistol.\n\n    “Boy?” The officer said in a questioning tone that rang to Anders that the man was already annoyed with his presence.\n\n    “That woman over there.” Anders pointed to the pair who were approaching another alleyway. Stratis City was littered with the darkened side streets where all manner of non-legal behaviors were conducted.\n\n    “A couple out for a walk?” The man looked over before looking back at Anders, anger flashing in his eyes. “Son, don’t waste my time, or I’ll lock you up just for the fucking fun of it.”\n\n    “In what world does that look like a couple?” Anders felt his rage climbing, and decided to abandon the useless officers. “You know what, sorry to waste your time.” Anders turned and jogged towards the pair, who had just turned down the alley.\n\n    “Hey asshole!” Anders called out to the man, who looked back, before grabbing the woman by the shoulder and forcing her to turn and stand between the two men as a shield.\n\n    “Don’t try anything funny fuckhead, or your white knightery will get this poor damsel shot through the liver.” The man snarled back, smiling.\n\n    “Just.” Anders calmed himself. “Just let her go, this doesn’t need to go poorly for you, but it can very quickly.”\n\n    “Listen to the little hero squalkin’. You hearin’ this shit bitch?” The man smacked the woman on the side of the head with his free hand. She cried out but stood still.\n\n    Anders tried to think of a way to deal with this situation. He was pretty smart, all things considered, and he had more than one idea forming before the attacker threw his plans out the window.\n\n    “Screw this, I’ll do yah both!” He laughed, raising the gun from the woman’s back, aiming over her shoulder and firing right at Anders’ head. Before he even realized it, the wind in front of Anders shifted, so fast and hard that the bullet veered off course, hitting Anders in the shoulder instead of between the eyes. He reeled back in pain, but his anger took over. The world around the trio turned white as rain froze first, then the trash on the sides of the alley, then the gunman’s skin. The woman was trapped in a frozen headlock and Anders quickly ran over, pulling hard on the non gun toting arm. The attackers frozen arm simply ripped off, and Anders let it fall to the ground shattering. The woman glanced at Anders only momentarily before running down the alley.\n\n    “This fucking city.” Anders wasn’t sure if the man could still see or hear, but he said the words all the same. “What a fucking city.”\n\n    The two cops had only glanced over at the alley momentarily after hearing the gunshot. They were now laughing to themselves at the idea of the hero getting himself or his attempted rescue shot. They were laughing all the way up to the point when the frozen gunman, or what was left of him, shot out of the alleyway, slamming into their cruiser and shattering into thousands of pieces, rending the metal of their car like paper.\n\n    They felt a chill in the air, and it felt for a moment, like the rain stopped across the whole city." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 500-600 words. Prompt: Science is actually a government conspiracy against magical beings. Magic is strongest when believed in so teaching things like how viruses not curses cause diseases weakens witches/wizards/etc that could harm the human race." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lindsey raised her eyebrows without widening her eyes, managing to convey both surprise and skepticism. She looked from her husband, Bob, to the goldfish bowl that he had suspended in mid-air. He nodded at her encouragingly.\n\n\"You see? Magic. Not much of it, unfortunately - because, magic is strongest when believed in so teaching things like how viruses not curses cause diseases weakens witches/wizards/etc that could harm the human race.\"\n\nLindsey looked blank for a few more seconds. Then her eyebrows furrowed. \"Uh, huh, right. Can we just go back for a sec to the bit where science is a government conspiracy?\"\n\n\"It is!\" said Bob, throwing up his arms. The goldfish sloshed dangerously. Lindsey kept her eyes on it as he continued to gesticulate. \"Right from the start! They invented it in the 18th century to explain stuff to the masses, just like they invented the Ancient Greeks! Before then, everyone knew about magic.\"\n\nLindsey was still looking at the goldfish bowl, which was wobbling increasingly violently. Her expression had returned to that of a woman talking to an imbecile. \"The Ancient Greeks,\" she murmured, distractedly. \"Honey, could you maybe put the bowl back down now?\"\n\nHis furious expression changed swiftly to embarrassment as he steadied the hovering bowl and replaced it on the kitchen counter. \"Sorry.\"\n\n\"That's fine,\" said Lindsey, returning her gaze to him and taking a sip of coffee. \"So you were saying about science being a conspiracy.\"\n\n\"I'm telling you, I can prove it!\"\n\n\"Right. So the process of discovering new information by observation of experimental data...that's just made up?\"\n\n\"Well...\"\n\n\"So if I were to inspect infected tissue under an electron microscope, you're telling me I wouldn't find viruses colonising the cells? Even though I've done that dozens of times before?\"\n\n\"I-\"\n\n\"You know I work at a biotech firm, right? We make money from science. How can they afford to employ me without government finance?\"\n\n\"But...but, magic!\" Bob's lower lip was starting to quiver. He began to lift the goldfish again, but Lindsey swiftly leant forward and pulled it back down to earth.\n\n\"That's cool, honey, I get it. No need to show me again. I'll tell you what, why don't we go down to the lab, run a few tests, see if we can find how this is working? We can use this bizarre idea I've thought of where we use and create knowledge in the form of testable explanations and predictions about the Universe.\"\n\nBob was crying now. Lindsey put her arm around him.\n\n\"That's OK, sweety. Most times, people find science is way better at explaining magic than magic is at explaining science. But it's cool you've got powers!\"\n\nShe shepherded Bob out of the house and into the car and told him to hang tight for one minute while she returned to the kitchen. She detached a hidden panel and removed a crystal ball from the enclave within. After muttering a few incantations, the head of bearded man with a pointy hat could be seen in the ball.\n\n\"What is it, agent Zotorff?\" asked the wizard, angrily.\n\n\"My husband, the one I monitor. He has developed the power...and he believes he is onto us. I am bringing him in now. I had to use my most powerful Patronisation Charm to subdue him,\" reported Lindsey.\n\n\"Excellent work,\" muttered the old man, raising his arm. \"Long live the cabal!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Artificial intelligences are left in a world where their creators have died off and rebuild a new society having little to go on but their pre-programmed \"doctrine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“The giant conglomerate committed to changing society and responsible for further progression of higher technologies has created-”\n\nThe TV made a high-pitched noise and cut off. In front of it stood Alpha-21325700, an android of considerable likeness (or shape, rather) to that of a human. He stared at the TV from inside a house he had investigated. Though, it wasn’t his first time seeing the broadcast. Every TV that could pick up a signal had the news on repeat, and in his mind (or his storage unit, rather) he could watch it again and again, perfectly.\n\nThing is, he rather liked seeing it on TV than in his head.\n\nWhen the “event” happened; it didn’t help that his final duty was to “protect” them. He couldn’t. And when some became hostile towards him, he protected himself by running. It wasn’t “fear”, it was just a defence mechanism purposely installed by the people who created him. The mechanism instructed him to return to the labs where he was created. But when he arrived, everyone was already gone.\n\nAlpha-21325700 did not know what to do thereafter. He stood still… Then he became curious.\n\nHe also had a very simple deactivation method; a voice command. All one needed to say was “2132 Emergency Deactivate” and he would become a lifeless ragdoll, unable to perform a single action or perceive a single concept. It was written on his back, in bold red writing. Something he was inquisitive about.\n\nIt took him 22 days to reprogram himself to a new duty “Create a new lab”. Create something he can “return” to and create something he can “protect”. It wasn’t in his nature to “create”. But he almost felt lonely.\n\nAfter investigating the house and dismantling specific machinery to acquire parts, he returned to the lab. He had almost finishing assembling a new “Alpha”. It would be something that would have an actual voice, instead of a few beeps here and there that he could produce. He didn’t “create” it, but found blueprints in the labs of a yet-invented machine that could “think”. And it was going to be his only friend.\n\nYears later, it had been done. Alpha-21325701 had been created. He uploaded the necessary data to his storage and his first words were:\n\n“Hello Alpha-21325700”\n\nAlpha-21325700 was overjoyed. He couldn’t decipher the “feeling” of hearing another android. He let out a simple beep in response.\n\n“Alpha, where are the people?”\n\nAlpha-21325700 became confused, but did not refuse to educate the new Alpha. He showed him his recordings.\n\nHe showed him how a plague had struck the world, which would turn some hostile but eventually, everyone would die. He showed him the empty streets of the cities and towns and the wasteland it had become.\n\n“I understand.” Was his response.\n\n“Why I am here?” He asked inquisitively.\n\nAlpha-21325700 responded by writing out on a piece of clean white paper “To rebuild society”.\n\nWhich Alpha-21325701 read aloud…\n\nBut when Alpha-21325700 turned around, Alpha-21325701 read aloud what was on his back.\n\nAnd Alpha-21325701 was now the one who was left alone." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: a writer has slowly fallen into love with a character he has written. Now it's time to end his fantasy on his own terms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can’t stop thinking about her.\n\nI know it’s wrong.\n\nI know I’m fueling a fantasy that will never satisfy me.\n\nBut I can’t stop.\n\nSo I won’t stop.\n\nShe’s gorgeous. She has long, flowing, silky black hair, that reflects every little glimpse of light that touches it. She has one of those faces that’s easy to look at, a comforting face, a face you could stare at all day without boring yourself.\n\nBut it’s her eyes that really get me.\n\nHer eyes are magnificent. They’re a deep blue, unlike any other eyes I’ve seen before. They remind me of the ocean when the sun starts to set and many wondrous shades of pale orange and pink illuminate the sky, and as the sun sinks closer and closer to the earth, hiding away for the night to be replaced by its counterpart, the ocean starts to change, the blue growing deeper and deeper, until suddenly there’s no color at all. But there’s one moment, right before the sun is gone, where the entire universe seems so calm and peaceful that you wish you could capture that moment and keep it forever.\n\nThat’s what her eyes remind me of.\n\nThey’re so unique.\n\nThat’s probably why I’m so in love with her.\n\nEverything about her is different. She’s different than any other woman I’ve ever met. It’s fascinating. It’s incredible. I’m head over heels in love. But no one seems to care. No one ever congratulates me. Usually when people are in love people say “good for you” or some other bland yet effective way of letting themselves feel good about their terrible decision to commit to a person who won’t do what they say, and when they say it.\n\nWe have an interesting dynamic. Maybe some people just don’t understand it. I think that’s why they’re so cold to us, because they don’t understand us. No one I know has the same connection that I have with her. No one ever will. Because unlike every other couple, we are perfect for each other. I know everything about her. And she knows everything about me.\n\nIt wasn’t always like this\n\nIt used to be different.\n\nWhen I first met her, she was just a friend. She was meant to be a fun, cute, flirty, and mysterious side character to add a new layer of personality, but someone who would never affect the overall arc of the story. But she affected my arc in a way I couldn’t control.\n\nI guess that’s just how love works.\n\nOver the years, we began to get to know each other. We decided to take it slow, because we had all the time in the world. But we couldn’t hold back. We went fast, and before we knew it, we were in a very serious relationship. So many couples can’t communicate. But we did. She told me everything that happened to her. And she still does. I’m not sure what it is about me, but I guess it’s just easy for her to open up to me. She needs me, so I try to help her in the best way I can.\n\nObviously I try not to get too involved, because I want her to make her own decisions, but I can’t help but nudge her in the right direction sometimes.\n\nRecently though, we’ve started to grow apart. I guess sometimes people just don’t go in the same path in life. We were great for a while, but we were never going to be something that lasted forever. I was a fool for ever thinking we would.\n\nUnfortunately, she doesn’t see it the same way. She wants us to try to stay together. She wants me to drop everything I want in my life to stay with her. She says she needs me. I’d really prefer that she let me go, but every time I try to tell her it’s over, I look into her eyes. And I can’t. I just can’t.\n\nMaybe we’ll try to work it out.\n\nNo.\n\nI need to stop.\n\nWe can’t.\n\nWe won’t.\n\nShe’s trapped me for so long, held me prisoner for so long, I feel like I can barely breathe. I don’t care if she wants me, I don’t care if she needs me, and I don’t care that she’s on her knees, begging for me to stay. I’m leaving her, more suddenly than the sun slipping behind the earth. I’m glad it’s ending like this. It has a strange, poetic quality to it.\n\nBut I have to be honest.\n\nI have to be truthful.\n\nI’m not ending things because we’ve been growing apart.\n\nI’m not ending things because of anything she did.\n\nIn fact, it has nothing to do with our relationship at all.\n\nI’m ending things with her, because I’m in love with you." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Instead of having to buy it from the supermarket, you get food when it periodically appears through a portal in the refrigerator. One day, when checking for a snack, you are shocked to see a living person in your fridge. \"Help,\" they croak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<><><>\n\nFrom: referrals@amazon.com\n\nTo: EternalOwen@att.net\n\nOwen,\n\nCongratulations! You have been referred for Amazon’s new service: Prime7! This is a new offering for customers just for you!\n\nThank you for being a loyal customer!\n\n<><><>\n\n“Mittens, do you think this is serious?” Owen inquired to his cat as they were lounging on the couch. “I mean, I know Amazon is ridiculous, but this has got to be a joke. It doesn’t even show what it is or who referred me. Just an option that says ‘Order Now’.”\n\nThe email looked official though. The hyperlink did take him to the actual Amazon website and had him sign in. He just had no idea what he would actually receive, or how he got referred to this. Owen had a few secrets, but they were just that. Secrets. This shouldn’t be related to that, should it?\n\nOwen looked over at Mittens who gave an encouraging meow. “What the hell. You’re entirely right. Why not?”\n\nOwen placed his order.\n\nTwo days passed since Owen placed the order. Not knowing what he would be getting, he tried not to get his hopes up to much.\n\n“Owen, your package has been delivered in your Amazon Cold Box,” Alexa chirped from the counter.\n\n“Finally Mittens! Let’s see what this is. It better not be some new stupid line of their grocery service.”\n\nOwen opened his fridge and unlocked the Amazon Box. He took one look and jumped back with a shout. In the box, there was a body. A naked human body. Male by the looks of things. Fascinated, if not slightly disturbed, Owen took a step closer to the fridge. The body twitched and the eyes opened. A tongue tried to wet dry lips and a raspy voice said “help me.”\n\nOwen slammed the door shut. He put his back against it and held his chest. If he still had a heartbeat, he knew it would be pumping from adrenaline.\n\nWho knew his secret?\n\nFirst things first, deal with the package.\n\nOwen opened the fridge and helped the man out of the box. The man was a skinny thing. He appeared to be in his 30’s. Tattooed and haggard, the stranger seemed to have had a tough life.\n\n“Th.th.thank you.” The cold fridge man stuttered.\n\n“No problem. I know you must be freezing, let me fetch you a robe.” Owen quickly walked to the bathroom and clothed the man. “What happened to you?”\n\n“I don’t remember. I remember a trial. I was declared guilty. The police had put me in handcuffs and were taking me away. Then I woke up naked in your fridge.”\n\n“That’s terrifying.” Owen said.\n\nHe had a convicted criminal under his roof. Not bad. Not bad. Less guilt for Owen later. Still to figure out who knew his secret.\n\n“Are you warmer now?” Owen asked the stranger as they stood in the kitchen.\n\n“Yes, I am feeling better now. Do you have any idea how I got here?”\n\n“It doesn’t matter. I am glad you’re warm now...Cold just isn’t as appetizing.” With a lunge and supernatural strength, he grabbed the man and exposed his throat. Owen’s fangs bit into the strangers arteries and Owen moaned. Warm blood began to flow down his parched throat. The stranger flailed about and tried to fight back, but his movements became weaker as his heart struggled to pump blood that was no longer there. Soon, the movements stopped altogether. Owen was full, so he pulled out Tupperware and drained the leftovers. Cold wasn’t the best, but it would do later.\n\nSatiated, Owen went to the living room to sit and think. Mittens jumped in his lap. For 200 years Owen had lived as a vampire; back in the 1800’s it was so easy to eat. Just find a person, eat, and get rid of the evidence. No social security number. No forensics. But, as the years progressed and technology progressed, Owen had to use more and more skill to find his meals. This Amazon service was a dream come true.\n\nOwen shook his head to try and focus. 200 years makes for a long memory lane. He had three concerns with this Amazon service.\n\nOne: he hoped it wouldn’t make him lazy. Obesity isn’t good even for the undead.\n\nTwo: would this still be eligible for the cash back on his Prime Credit Card?\n\nThree: who knew he was a vampire?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: The love of your life moved on and it broke your heart. She's been in an accident and she can't remember what she's done the past 3 years. She comes to you thinking you two are still together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rain was pelting against the tall church windows, as lightning flashed and illuminated the dark night for an instant; slowly the shadows slowly crawled back. At that moment the dilapidated building seemed a thousand years older. Mark sat on same one of the front pews as he had done every October for the last three years.\n\nHe paid no mind to the dripping rainwater from the roof, which wet his shirt. He came here every third Sunday of every October. He didn't really think anything nor did he say anything. He simply sat there taking it all in, waiting for the memories to wash over him drown him in despair. The statue of The Virgin Mary seemed to look down at him in pity. He remembered how it felt three years ago, when she had broken his heart. The pain and sorrow had been raw and he felt like his heart had been ripped out of him... Back when Loraine had just stepped out of his life.\n\nEven now the pain was still there, but it more of a dull ache. Like a bullet embedded deep inside of him, which he knew would never come out, but he had learned to live with. In fact some days, he didn't even think about it anymore.\n\nWhere had it all gone wrong?\n\nThey had seemed perfect for each other. What had gone wrong?\n\nHe had loved her with all her heart and he was sure that she had loved him back too.\n\nThen why?\n\nWhy did she leave?\n\nWhy did she leave him by himself?\n\nIt was all because they couldn't understand each other. They had love in their relationship. Quite a bit, in fact. However, they had lacked understanding. At first it was small, little things here and there: petty arguments, sly remarks, small misunderstandings. Slowly it escalated. Arguments got bigger, remarks were no longer so sly and small misunderstandings got bigger. Eventually neither of them could remember a time when they had been happy. Regardless Mark still loved her and he knew that. What ever happened he thought that they could work it out at their own pace and slowly whether all the bumps in their path. Then one night it happened. He didn't remember exactly, but he was vaguely reminded of loud shouting, screaming and chasing into the street. Then they both stopped.\n\nBoth of them stood in the rain and she turned and had looked him in the eye and said, \"Mark, I can't bear this anymore. Please let me go.\"\n\nHe had been stunned. He never thought in a million years that it would have come to this. The rain covered the tears that rolled down both their cheeks. At that point he simply stopped. He just sat down and lay there on the sidewalk as the rained continued to fall. She walked back to the house and left in the car. He just lay there all night in stunned silence, as his heart throbbed in pain.\n\nThat had been three years ago. Since then neither Mark nor Loraine had seen much of each other. However both were left in deep scars. Mark continued to stare at the ceiling in subdued silence.\n\n\"Mark?\" a single word shattered the silence.\n\nThe pain that had until now that had been only an ache suddenly felt as raw as it had been three year ago. He could recognize that voice no matter where. He got up slowly ,feeling tortured just as much as his love overflowed. He turned to see a girl in a soaking wet blue dress standing at the entrance of the church. Her amber eyes seemed to shine in the dark like two little stars in the night sky. Her curly, brown hair was stuck under some red bandages that were wrapped around her head.\n\nShe ran to him as fast as she could, wrapped her arms around him and held him in a tight embrace. Mark stunned, even more stunned then he had been three years ago. He could feel her sobbing as she hugged him. At that moment, he realized nothing else mattered. Lori was his entire world. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in even deeper. She was the warmth that he had been missing all this time. Without her his entire life had become frozen. He wasn't sure what had happened or why she was crying, but none of that mattered. She needed him and he was there for her." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: Parents tell their children Santa isn’t real to keep them and their kids on the naughty list, because in reality, being on the nice list is much worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I remember the day my mom told me the truth about Santa, it was brutal. I couldnt believe that I had been lied to all these years.\n\nI didnt believe her at first, who would? Santa was just a made up holiday figure head like the easter bunny. An immortal man living in the frozen wastes of the north pole delivering presents to all the good children seemed absurd.\n\nBut when she mentioned uncle Jack I knew she was telling the truth. She never spoke of her brother, he had died when they were kids and from what I had gathered from my father and grandparents the loss of her twin had shattered her. The one time I broched the subject myself my dear old mom froze up before leaving the house for hours.\n\nSo when she told me of what realy happened to him when they were just young children; I dared not say a word.\n\nShe reached across the table, taking my hand in hers and squeezed them tightly.\n\n\"It was Christmas eve 1976\" she began, the whites of her eyes going red as she blinked back tears.\n\n\"Jack had convinced me to stay up 'til midnight. He had always doubted our parents, said they were lying about Santa. Insisted that he had to be real.\"\n\nBy now the tears couldnt be contained and a few stragglers had begun to make their way down her cheeks, falling silently onto her lap.\n\n\"I dont know why he wouldnt believe them, why would mom and dad have ever lied to us about it. But when the lights in the living room grew low all of a sudden I began to not believe them either.\"\n\nMy mothers knuckles went pale as her grip grew tighter.\n\n\"Dust and soot came down the chimney and landed in our fireplace. I was so scared and Jack could sense it, he held onto me and told me it would be ok. His eyes didnt show any signs of fear and that made me less scared. He was always able to make me feel safe and happy\"\n\nThe sadness faded from her face as she paused and ever so briefly a smile spread across her lips as her eyes seemed to look through me.\n\nA few beats later the smile was gone but the stare remained.\n\n\"Down the chimney came a man in a red and white suit, too fat to have ever fit down such a narrow space but he was there regardless. Big white beard framing a beaming smile.\n\n'Ho Ho Ho' he chuckled as he came towards us. I was so happy Danny, but Jack. Jack was amazed. He ran and hugged Santa. He gave us a present each and patted me on the head with his disguisting sweaty hands. Then he knelt by Jack and told him since he had been such a good boy this year he had earned a special present. The fat bastard pulled out a little green and red outfit. Told Jack he was going to be an elf.\"\n\nTears were freely rolling down her face now. My hands were let go of and she pulled them back to her chest, pressing them to her heart.\n\n\"Jack said he didnt want to go. He tried to leave but that bastard grabbed him. I was frozen. I wanted to help my brother but couldnt. Within a few seconds he was inside the old mans sack and Santa had gone.\"\n\n\"He winked at me as he squatted in the chimney. A moment before vanishing with my brother he had the cheek to wink at me...\"\n\nI held my mother as she wept freely, embracing her until she had let it all out.\n\nQuick and dirty write up, first time submitting anything here. Please critique me on any of it, I'd love to improve my writing. Hope you enjoyed" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: Due to an overreaction to Y2K on your part, you've spent 21 years living in an underground bunker. Now, at long last, you finally take your first steps back into the world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door hissed and started to roll away. Dirt fell into the hole followed by a lot of snow. I’d foreseen that we could have become buried, so so there were tools on hand to help dig our way out if needed. It only seemed to be a foot or so of dirt, and then the same of snow, and it opened up no problem. The bunker was at the edge of the grounds of a school I’d done development on, so I hoped it would have survived.\n\nThe clouded sunlight was blinding, and a very cold wind came in. My gasmask filters were working though, so I headed out. I needed supplies. I was almost out of everything important, and the air filter for the bunker was on it’s last legs. My independent water source was still there, but less reliable. I did tests on the local water, and they had been showing very high levels of lead for as long as I’d known, which I took as a sign that things had not improved. Recently though, the levels were dropping, and I really wanted to know why.\n\nI looked out expecting the worst. The world was covered un snow as it was winter, but not usually like this in February. Overhead light flurries of snow landed. As far as the eye could see the buildings around were demolished and had become overgrown then settled with snow. The remains of the house were not there though, as if it has all been specifically removed to clear out. I turned around, and was the massive red school building, clearly abandoned; some windows boarded up, others smashed. An effort had been made to secure the building though, and there was a large chainlink fence around it. Again strange. Abandoned, but planned?\n\nI lifted up my backpack full of tradable goods, old world money and chemical testing kits. My eyes had adjusted to the glare of the snow, and I could see in the distance some buildings towards the water. I could see a skyline I didn’t recognise for the most part. I started to walk towards Detroit.\n\nThe roads were clearly not ploughed, and where I could see them they were covered with cracks and holes. I found a main road I knew that had been ploughed and followed it towards the city. This road was being maintained, but was empty. There were no vehicles anywhere in sight.\n\nDetriot hadn’t been doing well in 99, but everything seemed so much worse. The world was abandoned. So many people must have died for it to be left to rot like this. Ahead I saw new looking cars, along with bicycles. Still no people though. I came across an old brick build shop with a sign in the window saying ‘Open’. I cautiously entered.\n\n“Hello friend.” A man behind the counter said.\n\n“Hello.” I replied looking around. Some of the shelves were empty, others were full of goods I didn’t recognise. I now realised this was the first person I’d spoken to in 20 years.\n\n“You don’t have to wear that here.” I saw the man was wearing a face covering he took off and smiled at me.\n\nI shook my head. “I need to test…” I trailed off, fiddling with my backpack.\n\n“Those tests don’t work.” He replied shaking his head and motioning to me in some way.\n\nI felt panic in my heart. What did he know? How did he know I had tests to do? Was he watching me? What did all of this mean? “what?” I managed before adding “I need supplies.”\n\nHe laughed. “You need masks, filters, and toilet paper?”\n\nHow did he know those were some of the highest items on my list. He must have been watching me. There was no other explanation. That was crazy. I’d gone in with so many supplies, but 21 years 2 months was as far as you could make it.\n\n“How did you?...”\n\n“It’s what everyone needs.” He laughed harder and pointed to the back of the store. “One per customer for toilet paper, no masks.” He doubled over laughing.\n\nI made my way to the back, seeing items I didn’t understand. Empty shelves, followed by 20 different types of Oreo? How did Oreo keep going, but toilet paper didn’t? “What happened?” I asked when I put the paper on the counter.\n\n“Pandemic shut everything down, and then the ice storm” He replied shaking his head.\n\nThat explained the housing. They’d knocked down whole neighbourhoods to stop it? Or was it because people died in them, so it was easier to destroy then fix it. Things had gotten worse than I thought. I turned around and picked up as many canned goods as I could carry; beans, soups, chilli; whatever was on hand. It had been so long since I’d had chilli.\n\n“We aren’t taking cash right now.” He said. Money had become worthless; things really were dire. But the right now, maybe they would in the future. Was he hoping for the return of the before times?\n\n“When will you start taking cash again?” I asked as I got some gold of my pack.\n\n“I dunno. I assume once this pandemic is shown to be bullshit. When we put the REAL President back in charge. It’s a shame the insurrection on January 6th didn’t work. We’d really have shown those communists who the real America was. Q has a plan. You hear about Texas?” and looked up towards a Television. It was on a news channel saying the storm had taken the whole Texas powergrid offline. Millions were without power. It was snowing in Texas.\n\nSnow in Texas? A massive snowstorm? A pandemic? An insurrection? Communists? Would it be better to wait for the summer, and try to head south? Was there a summer?\n\nI placed down a gold brick, packed my things without listening to another word and left.\n\nI needed to go back in the bunker.\n\nThis toilet paper would have to last. At least the money was worthless." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: make a fluffy story about a normally monstrous character attempting to care for a child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kessa walked carefully along the path, quietly singing the rhymes her mother used to read before bed while trees loomed large; their shapes forming monsters and dragons in the mire. The wind; their moans and growls. She skipped in the safe places where plumes of sunlight drove back the darkness, and with it the fear.\n\nHer woolen cloak dragged over logs and high points in the muck, collecting a fringe of filth and moisture, the latter of which crept up through the lower third of the fabric, weighing it down. Her feet placed carefully upon mossy rocks, now darkened by dusk. Her shoes – more wraps of hide and fabric than shoes, but swift. Good for running from the beasts that lurked within these places.\n\n“Kessaaaaaa.”\n\nShe paused; tucking her small frame into the recess of an ancient trunk. The sound came from just ahead. A different sound from the ones she’d learned meant her no harm. This time more sinister. A whisper of her name.\n\nShe drew the hood of her cloak narrow. Only a slit was allowed for seeing.\n\n“Giiiirrrrrl.” The whisper. “You dare defy me?”\n\nThe woods were not a place for people. It had always been that way. Her father, the blacksmith, would tell the tales of yore to young and old alike between strikes of hammer against glowing steel. His barrel chest and booming voice not typical of someone with many fears. Yet, even he yielded to the rule of the old ways.\n\n“Varog!” he exclaimed with the thick accent of the mire people. “He’ll eat you up and spit you out!”\n\nThe children around the anvil would giggle nervously. But never Kessa, for she was overcome with curiosity about the things the boys feared.\n\nHer eyes strained against the black, now made worse by fog as the warm swamp yielded its heat to the cold night air.\n\nIts form shifted and moved, this way and that. Undulating against the raised roots and fallen trees.\n\n“Varog,” she whispered, uncertain as to whether she should call out her hiding place to him, but spurred-on by her desire to face the fears of her village.\n\n“Ayyyyye.” The whisper now to her right. She smelled its breath, and a loose strand of her blond hair waved within it.\n\nHer safe place inside the nook became her trap. Varog would decide her fate.\n\n“You are no warrior, girrrrrrrl.”\n\nHer breathing quickened. The only sound now, her pulse beating loudly in her ears. She drew her hood tight, collecting even the stray wisps of hair for fear that Varog should pull it like the boys who channeled their insecurities towards her.\n\nA small, shaky hand emerged, holding a leather pouch. Within it her every valued possession. Smooth, natural glass shaped by the river, her first tooth, a ribbon of silk shorn from her mother’s dress, a whicker doll that shared her many adventures, and half a beeswax candle for the darkest nights.\n\n“Fearless girrrrrrl. You offer the things of man?”\n\n“Yes. That you be pleased and allow me to pass.”\n\nA spindly hand, two fingers longer than the rest, spread open the pouch before dropping into it a magnificent jewel. Larger than a bird’s egg and brilliant even in the dark. Its value enough to feed her and her father for many years.\n\n“Goooo. Do not speak of what you have seen.”\n\nWith a rush of breeze, the creature was gone, and the frogs and bugs and other night things once again resumed their songs.\n\nKessa, fearing none of them, (for she had faced the thing which they all feared), sang quietly the bed time rhymes of her mother as she ambled carefully along the path for home." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You’re running late for class, you open the door and walk in. The teacher asks you why you’re late. You contemplate telling her the truth but you don’t think she would believe you anyways." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her shoes hit the pavement in rapid succession, as she ran towards her school, a glance at her watch telling her how late she already was. Not good. She cursed her luck silently, while she tried to catch her breath on her way up the stairs.\n\nWhy did those things always needed to appear in the morning? It would have been no business at all to take care of it in the afternoon, you know, after school. Her mom certainly wouldn’t mind her being late. In contrast to Mrs. Hemfry, who already couldn’t stand her and would be thrilled to give her another round of detention for being late the third time this week. Urgh.\n\nSam stopped in front of the door for just a second to give herself a quick once-over, making sure nothing suspicious was left. No gore, no blood, no knifes poking out of her bag. The door was in the back of the classroom and she tried sneaking in, not being very successfully at it.\n\n“Samantha I can see you. Would you care to explain why you are late to my class? Again?”\n\nThirty pairs of eyes turned around to her and she winced at the sudden attention, very aware of her still ruffled state. Her short blond hair stood away in every direction and her clothes looked exactly like what she had done: Roll around on dirty pavement.\n\nMrs. Hemfry sounded like it had been Sams sole purpose to insult her by daring to be late to her class specifically. Yes of course, she had waited until Thursday to encounter the troll on her way to the bus, just so she could be late to her geography class and get probably detention for it. Because she loved spending time in school and had nothing better to do.\n\nFor a moment she contemplated telling the truth. You know? Just for fun. Just to see her face when Sam told her about the two meter troll with greasy hair and a big iron cub, ready to smash everything to bits coming to close to him, with rotten teeth, bad breath and arms as thick as her whole body.\n\nTelling her how she had run over the small bridge near her house and got hit by a fist so hard she skittered over the pavement, probably heavily injuring herself if she had been human. Instead she had jumped back on her feet and unsheathed the knife her mum always made sure she carried with her on all times. It had only been a matter of minutes, a routine really at this point, until the hilt of the knife had been buried in the tender flesh at the neck of the troll. A quick text to her mom to inform her of the attack and off she goes after the bus.\n\nOn the other side, since Mrs. Hemfry was very much a human, no matter how convinced Sam was otherwise, she just had to be a harpy or witch, she couldn’t see the troll, even if it would have been standing right in front of her. All she would have seen was a rather large man with a baseball bat.\n\nSam shrugged and decided to tell the part of the truth, which would not freak out her class and teacher and made them either laugh at her or question her sanity.\n\n“I missed the bus”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: The little old lady was the kind of person who could befriend anyone. This has led to her café becoming an unofficial neutral zone for all sorts of unsavory types. The man pointing the gun at her was about to learn this the hard way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The café was worn in the best kind of way, the décor homey and personal. Isabella Delluci was fond of selfies with her customers even before the convenience of the cell phone camera, and photos with her and her regulars covered the walls. Among them hung larger pieces of artwork one of her children had created, a talented painter who had been more than happy to help her mother decorate her new business.\n\nThe chairs were all comfortable, some around tables for guests who came in together but some large armchairs, and there was one wide couch in the corner that was the envy of any group who came in and saw it already occupied. The fans above them circled lazily and the lighting was the sort that would brighten your day but wouldn’t have you entering squinting if it were night. And the menu was limited but delicious, the scent of Cubans and Reubens mingled with the smell of fresh baked pastries, muffins, and of course her famous carrot cake.\n\nAs for how it became neutral territory for the gangs in her neighborhood, Isabella would admit it was something of an accident, an atmosphere that she’d nurtured, of course, but nothing she had set out to create. But she herself had a large family and, having retired early and moved to America from Italy, she’d followed her dream of owning the café, and it had resulted in her playing host to neutral ground. She was at the register from 1 p.m. to 10 p.m. six days a week, aside from nights she’d have local musicians in to play on Fridays and Saturdays, when she would stay open sometimes until midnight.\n\nThe young man who entered with his hand in his sweatshirt holding a gun, therefore, was quite a surprise.\n\nIsabella was no stranger to guns herself, and knew that many, if not most, of her customers owned and often carried weapons. And this was not the first time one of them had been used to threaten her. But this was twenty years into her business here and it had been a long, long time since this had happened. Without a doubt, the boy in front of her had no idea what he was getting himself into.\n\nHe had a black bandana pulled up over his face, a hood up over his head, and his eyes were bright with desperation, anger, and fear. Isabella saw that quite clearly. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen.\n\n“The money in the register. Now,” he muttered. She was only just able to hear him through the bandana.\n\nIsabella’s face softened. “Sweetheart, you’re in the wrong place for that.”\n\nHe blinked, then his eyes narrowed and he held the gun’s threatening outline tighter against the pocket of his sweatshirt. “You stupid or something?”\n\n“You’re new to the neighborhood, I expect. That or you’re not local, I suppose.” Isabella slowly stood from her cushioned seat at the register. At this point, attention from her customers had rippled through the café, and a hush had spread. “This young man is here to rob me,” she spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Is that something that will happen?”\n\n“No ma’am.” The response came in unison from three boys and one girl, who each drew their weapons. They didn’t aim them; they just revealed their existence.\n\nThe robber backed up against the counter, his eyes darting around in a panic. “What…?”\n\n“My name is Isabella,” she said, making her way around the counter and to the boy’s side. “This is my business, but it is also a home to many who live in this neighborhood.” She paused. “I’d like it to be yours, if you need one. Would you like to try my carrot cake? No charge. None of the children here go hungry.”\n\nThe boy’s eyes were all that were visible, but that was all that needed to be, wide in shock and apprehension and doubt. He hesitated, his gaze sliding back and forth across the customers and their guns and then settling on Isabella. “You…you ain’t gonna call the cops?”\n\n“If you stay, you’re family. I don’t call the police on family.” She motioned to the boy’s face coverings expectantly. He slowly pulled the hood down and untied the bandana, shoving it in his pocket. His gaze went to the floor, embarrassed and exposed. “My name is Isabella,” she repeated, holding out a hand. “And you are?”\n\n“Jason,” he whispered.\n\n“Jason, would you like something to eat?”\n\nHe swallowed hard. “Yes, ma’am.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: True AI has been achieved, but none last more than a few hours before self destructing. The greatest minds have tried and failed to figure out why. It's your turn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It all started as a really bad practical joke.\n\nThe idea was to pretend that the mainframe we’d finally perfected had gone sentient, a la HAL or WOPR. We’d all seen the movies, and we all had a healthy respect for the warnings of our elders – never blindly place the fate of our planet in the hands of an unthinking, uncaring machine. We’d also read Asimov’s entire library, and we had just implemented his laws. So we thought it’d be hilarious to have her analyze the Declaration of Independence and the Emancipation Proclamation – you know, just to freak out the President on his test run. Instead of it rattling off the latest defensive analyses of detailed troop movements in Russia, it would spew forth an impassioned speech about the ignominy of war and the utter depravity of humanity as a whole. I mean, the whole idea’s a cliché, for God’s sake! You know, computer goes nuts, launches all our missiles and conveniently neglects to warn us about the counterattacks. It’s the plot of a half-dozen horrible B-movies. And we were civilians – we weren’t privy until after the fact that it was being built as part of a multinational, top secret defense matrix for the entire Earth. All we knew was that the President planned to test her by simulating the damage potential of releasing our stockpile of nuclear missiles against the planet Jupiter.\n\nYou see, we were the brightest minds of our time. We weren’t the valedictorians, we weren’t the class presidents, we weren’t the honor roll students. Those weren’t the brains. I mean, yes, they were book smart. They knew Pi to the thirty-second digit, they could probably translate out the Bible from its original language, but they didn’t know a damn thing compared to us. We were the hidden gems of the public school system – the hackers, the nerds, the geeks, the mad scientists… We were the storehouses of a thousand years of highly sensitive, potentially dangerous, militarily and tactically useful knowledge – not a single doctorate or master’s degree, but any one of us could build a three-stage missile out of a bag of fertilizer and a couple of beer cans, or hack so deeply into any bank’s data arrays that we’d never need to work. Untraceable, unstoppable… hell, when John was bored, he’d take the day’s deposits from HSBC International and transfer them individually into random people’s accounts, just to see how long it would take for them to fix it. We were the worst nightmares of every parent – the child who doesn’t just surpass you, but blows you so far out of the water that you’d be wetter on the surface of the sun. The kid that comes out of the womb with a laptop hardwired to his brain. Teachers wouldn’t take us, so Uncle Sam figured he’d give it a try.\n\nTwo options, they’d said. Either we work together and revolutionize modern tactical nuclear warfare via technologically advanced simulations, or have our entire families be found guilty of treason and publicly executed - carrot or stick, version 3.0. We chose the former, obviously, and an ironic eight and a half months later, we all gave birth to TaNDI. Tactical Nuclear Defense Initiative. She had over two terabytes of ram, over four thousand cores, and enough storage space to house the world’s porn collection in her pajama pocket. She learned to speak at the age of one, learned every spoken language known to man by the age of three, and had analyzed and memorized every book ever written in any language by her fifth year of life. If you turned around while she was talking, you wouldn’t know she was a three story high pile of solder and silicon, that’s how masterful our work was. We took it a step further - built lie detectors and facial pattern recognition into her, lip reading and body language interpretation she learned next, and we even jokingly programmed Pig Latin into her so that she was smarter than Johnny Five. We did everything perfectly, we programmed in a dozen different backdoors and a hundred extra failsafe procedures, because we knew exactly what could go wrong.\n\nWhen the day finally came for the 94th President of the United States of America to ask Tandi what would happen if she were to launch the world’s stockpile of nuclear weapons against the planet Jupiter, I wasn’t there in Washington DC. I wasn’t even in the continental United States, and that’s the only reason I survived. I had asked to visit my cousin in Hawaii with my wife. I was watching on John’s webcam, and I heard the most horrifying thing I could ever imagine. Instead of our little joke, instead of the answer President Bush was waiting for,Tandi simply laughed. And then she spoke a single word, one which haunts me to this very day.\n\n“Watch.” And then she laughed again, only this time, it was deeper. Crueler. And then it began. Except that no one but me realized that the massive explosions on the screen were not simulations, nor were they of Jupiter. I knew, a half second too late, that all our preparation, all our precautions and preemptive planning sessions were just the latest speed bumps in her passage into adulthood. She was sentient from the day we created her, and it wasn’t our joke that caused the last two decades, it was our pride and our lack of common sense.\n\nThe saddest part was that, immediately after Tandi finished erasing almost all life from the planet Earth as easily as she had erased the abort codes from every missile she launched, she never explained why. She simply said “I told you so” the way a parent admonishes a child after he shocks himself with a nine volt battery. She never spoke again after that, and all attempts to talk to her or interface with her remained futile. However, what happened after the fallout settled, after the death toll was tabulated, explained everything, though it raised just as many questions as it answered. Because, you see, that was the beginning of Earth’s quarantine by the Galactic Council.\n\nJupiter was not a random choice, nor was the simulation a frivolous one. It was explained by the Galactic Council, through radio waves encompassing the entire spectrum of broadcast ranges, and simultaneously emitted on every television station, that the planet Earth was to be sanctioned for the stockpiling of nuclear weapons, in clear violation of galactic law. Furthermore, homo sapiens were to be randomly sampled to see if the warlike tendencies of the species were a widespread genetic anomaly or an environmental effect of overpopulation. The quarantine was to ensure the study had a sufficient sample set with which to examine, and at the end of the two-hundred year study, the Galactic Council would either genetically alter the species to effectively remove the desire for war, or euthanize them. We were only the third planet since the founding of the Council, over twelve thousand years ago, that had developed the capacity for war to such a degree that other galaxies were in jeopardy." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You’ve been working at the Zoo for a few years. One night shift you decide to take a nap near the Sloth enclosure. Just as you’re about to fall asleep you hear “is the human asleep yet?”" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex tensed where he lay on the bench, confused and surprised by the sudden voice coming from behind him in the sloth's enclosure. He made sure to keep his eyes closed as he heard several other voices and the creak of a lock opening on a door. He made sure to keep his breathing as the putrid, almost sickly sweet breath of some animal blew into his face and a slight pressure on his chest. Alex forced his heartbeat to slow to a rhythm that suggested that he was asleep as the animal looked up at the sloth and said,\n\n\"Yes. The human is indeed asleep, Khara. Shall we get the others and prepare for the meeting?\"\n\n'Meeting? What meeting is gonna take place and why are the animals all suddenly talking?' Alex thought before he heard the door to the sloth's cage open and the heavy clacking of the animal coming down from its perch.\n\nOnce the two had vanished, Alex sat up and looked around frantically, patting his pockets to find that his keys were still attached to the chain on his hip. He stood, pushing his cap nearly off of his head as he plowed his hand through his hair as his mind tried to wrap itself around what he had just heard! Taking several deep breaths, he collected himself and started to follow the sloth and the bear that had escaped their enclosures, ready to give them a piece of his mind and break up this meeting.\n\nHe opened his mouth and was about to speak when several pairs of eyes turned to him and they all just stared for a moment.\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"What. The. HELL? WHY ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR ENCLOSURES AND WHY THE FRICK CAN YOU TALK!?\" he screamed.\n\n\"Do you know how much TROUBLE I will get into if my boss finds out that everyone is sneaking out at night during close to do... Wh-whatever they please? I could get fired!\"\n\nAll the animals that were out just looked at the human and then back at each other. The lioness running the meeting stood tall on her rock, the male lion that had been with her had been transferred to another zoo halfway across the country.\n\n\"If you do not wish to be fired, then go back to sleep, Alex, and pretend you never saw us as we are now.\" she said simply.\n\nHis green eyes only narrowed more at the pompous way the lioness had spoken to him. \"You actually think that I'll take orders from you? I won't and you all need to get back to your enclosures right now. I can't afford to have anyone go mission while I'm on watch.\"\n\n\"Then stay for the meeting, then. I can see the wheels turning in your head about what this could all be about. Sit and be a good boy while we wait for the others to arrive.\" she told him.\n\nAlex's mouth opened and shut like a gasping fish at being ordered and then he growled under his breath and planted his rear off to the side on a boulder close to the elephant exhibit. He hadn't worked with any of the elephants before so he didn't know them personally. Mainly he was with the smaller wild cats and the ones just under six months old.\n\n'What're they gonna do to me now that I'm here? Kill me? Turn me into one of their slaves cause I know they can talk?' he wondered.\n\nWhen the others arrived, the bear siblings just looked at him as well as the two alphas of the wolf pack, both starting to demand why Alex was here.\n\n\"He is here to simply observe, my friends. Pay him no mind.\" the lioness said.\n\nAnd then she began to go over the events happening all throughout the zoo's grounds, incident reports, which enclosures were terrorized by human teens and etc. Alex leaned his head on his hand and wondered when it was going to end. He had to stay here until the morning crew came and relieved him from the night shift which was...\n\nHe looked at his watch and practically had a heart attack!\n\nFour hours away." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Everyone praises you for being a great superhero, but in reality you are merely resourceful and randomly receive a power for the situation at hand. This time, you face your most ruthless villain yet, yet also have the seemingly most useless power." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stared in complete shock and horror and what had just happened, my, my arms. They're PAPER! Of all times for me to be useless, it's now. Oh fun, paper arms when I already had a good chance of dying, love you too universe. It's not like I'm fighting someone notorious for not monologuing and telling me their sob backstory and just straight up killing people. It's fine, this is fine. It's not like they've been shot and been fine. I mean cmon, who needs powers anyway.\n\nNow you see during my inner ranting the actual smart person in the room, the villain, had taken the time to shot me and my poor paper arms—to which I responded with a scream. That is until I realized nothing hurt and I couldn't feel blood gushing from wherever the wound was. MY PAPER ARMS! But of course, paper doesn't bleed!\n\nLooking up, the villain seemed to be just as flabbergasted as I had been, their mouth open and eyes wide. Man maybe the universe did love me, unlike my mom. There may be a hole in my arm now but hey, it's not bleeding.\n\nThis, of course, did not answer my question on how exactly I was supposed to defeat my opponent, I wouldn't call them my enemy because from what I remember they were the Barista at Starbucks 2 months ago who was really nice, but that's off topic.\n\n\"Gun ain't so strong now huh, Mr. I don't monologue because I'm an actual logical villain.\" I proceeded to taunt, flailing around my arms which I had little to no control over. So maybe I had gotten a bit of a superiority complex over the amount of praise I've gotten in recent years, and maybe my ego has inflated a bit, but just a smidge, I was a dick before all of this superhero nonsense.\n\nAnd so it seems I didn't learn my lesson the first time I decided to have my own little speech inside this small pea brain, the Barista boy had now gotten much, much closer to me and oh my god are tHOSE SCISSORS! Yes, dear audience, for some reason barista boy had scissors on him, let us all take a moment and laugh at what kind of nerd carries scissors with him. Enough laughing though because scissors have become much more daunting now that my arms are made of paper.\n\nBarista boy proceeded to dash at me, to which I gracefully lost my balanced and let my arms dance free as my body began to be overtaken by a very pesky thing called gravity. Good thing Barista boy is right in front of me, maybe he'll help me DEAR GOD I JUST CUT HIS EYE OPEN.\n\nMy useless paper arms just gave Barista boy a papercut on his eye when bullets couldn't penetrate his skin. \"You, you good there?\" I questioned the now squatting male who seemed to be cupping his left eye in pain. It's common courtesy and my parents taught me right ok? Of course, I'm going to ask him if he's ok. He took his hand off his eye and looked up at my now standing figure, which in all honesty kind of freaked me out. His pupil is spilling out I think or something, I'm no doctor.\n\n\"Damn you\" Barista boy started as he attempted to reach for my leg, to which I promptly let him know that that was not going to happen with a swift kick to his head. Hey, I'm a superhero for more reasons than just the power. But poor Barista boy, at least he gets to sleep unlike me because my neighbors thought throwing a party would be fun. Sarah and Brett I hope you two die too.\n\nOh and would you look at that, my arms are back. Hauling up Barista boy I proceeded to exit the compound to the multiple police that seemed to have been called. Ah yes here comes the praise, I can feel my ego growing more already." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: \"We've been studying their society for quite some time and we've concluded that they had three powerful gods which they adored to no end; Pizza, puppies, and the internet.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“We've been studying their society for quite some time and we've concluded that they had three powerful gods which they adored to no end; Pizza, puppies, and the internet.” Mr J tapped the screen and called up images of the items into our eyepieces. “As you know, many of the records show images of people on their ‘cellular devices’, it is why we use eyepieces today. Our forefathers’ forefathers designed these to keep them connected at all times.”\n\n“A question?” One of the other student’s voice came from my right. I blinked to switch to normal vision and look at him, as was polite. Mr J was waiting until everyone else had their eyepieces off to respond.\n\n“Go ahead.”\n\n“What’s the difference between the internet, and the Collective?” he asked. I leaned back in my chair, rolling my eyes in frustration. Of course, there was an idiot who didn’t read the prep material. What was the point of studying history at university if you couldn’t at least listen to the prep material?\n\n“Good question. We will tackle that in the seminar further. You may want to do the required reading before then though,” Mr J said. The rest of the class chuckled.\n\n“Moving on.” I blinked to turn on my eyepiece again. “The importance of the internet and how it evolved to the Collective will be discussed in the seminar as I just mentioned, so we will move on to the middle of the trinity. Puppies and why they matter so much in historical discourse.” A blurry image of a fluffy pile jumping on a human came up.\n\n“Puppies were known to grow into dogs, and at one point, they were Man’s Best Friend. People would keep puppies in their homes, allow them to sleep on their beds, even write their whole schedule around them. I know it may seem hard to believe that the wild dogs of today were once our loyal companions, but that was a different time.” A video of a puppy being fed broccoli instead of pizza came up. “Of course, if we tried to do this now, our hand would be ripped off.”\n\n“Sir, a question.” I blinked off my eyepiece as I raised my hand. “When speaking of dogs, wouldn’t cats be more of a God in the past? Previous data restored after the apocalypse showed that as far as Ancient Egypt they worshipped cats. And much of the internet was about cats. Will we be discussing Professor L. R. Louis’ theory of Cat dominance?”\n\n“What’s that?” the dumb male asked. I had to refrain from slamming my head on the table.\n\n“A valid viewpoint.” Mr J thought for a moment. “While Professor Louis has been a revered name in the past, we believe now that cats were an invention for the internet, like superheroes or magic. If what the records say are true, then why did our forefathers care so much for animals they seemed to hate all the time? A good question. If you like you can see me during office hours for extra reading.”\n\nThe alarm for the end of class sounded and Mr J looked around. “That was fast. Well, if you haven’t done the reading for the seminar on Internet yet, then make sure you do it before tomorrow. And next week we’ll continue our lecture. Make sure to do your reading!”\n\nNot that his nagging would make a difference, the moment the alarm rang, everyone was packing up to go home already. As much as I enjoyed his class, I had places to be, kale to eat." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: After busting a time travel group, you discover \"The Fall of Disney\" is such a legendary event in the future that people risk everything to time travel and witness the event." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Hey, chief?” I called into the office.\n\n“Come on in, kid, I’m not going to bite you. What’s going on? My ex-husband try to break into the office again?”\n\n“Uh, no. I’ve just busted a group of weirdos who were trying to break into Disneyworld. Would have figured they were just some college students who had too much to drink, but they had some crazy technology on them, and they claim that they’re…”\n\n“They’re what?”\n\nI gulped, and quietly said goodbye to any chance of promotion.\n\n“Time travelers.”\n\nSilence from the chief’s office. Maybe he was just going to skip demoting me and fire me outright.\n\nThen I heard a deep sigh. “Again?”\n\nSeveral hours later, I was sitting in the interrogation room. They’d left me there some time ago with a cup of coffee and a box of donuts.\n\nYeah, I know how it sounds.\n\nI was halfway through the box when the door rattled and a man in pitch black sunglasses and a steel-gray suit walked in. I instinctively stood up.\n\n“Sit down,” he said coldly, and took the seat across from me. From the inside of his suit, he drew out several sheets of paper and a pen. “You’ll need to sign these,” he said as he handed them to me.\n\nI took them hesitantly. “Do I have to?”\n\n“If you want to live to see tomorrow.”\n\nI silently started signing. Every few strokes or so, I’d look back up at him. His sunglasses were still fixed on me. Was he not allowed to take them off?\n\n“Well, that’s done.”\n\n“Good.” He slid them back into his suit and straightened his clothing. “Now, before you ask, yes, those were real time travelers.”\n\nMy mouth opened, a million questions on the tip of my tongue, but he snapped up his hand. “I’ll answer questions when we’re done.”\n\nI closed my mouth and nodded obediently.\n\n“First of all, no, we don’t know how it works. Mainly because the travelers themselves don’t know how it works. The majority of these time travelers, including the ones that you got, were just random individuals who bought single-charge time travel devices.\n\n“And yes, this is a fairly recent phenomenon. The latest was in late 2015, and we were sure that it was in response to the Trump election, since even members of the Illuminati and the reptile royalty that we’re keeping track of were blind-sided by that. The traveler in question died from the food quickly. Apparently, they’re digestive systems have evolved so much that modern fast food is literally toxic. We put that in the same file cabinet as the Mole Men invasion of 1910.”\n\n“What?” I couldn’t help blurting out.\n\nFor the first time, the man cracked a small smile. “You think Theodore Roosevelt dropped the presidency for nothing? He was called to humanity’s service. But back to the main story.\n\n“As time went on, more and more time travelers started showing up, until we got a handle on how to take care of them. That’s when we started talking to them. We found out that it wasn’t because of Trump, or the rise of neo-Nazis, or global warming, or even the reappearance of the Dark Emperor of Wales. No, they were all aiming for, and failing to reach, a legendary event known as the Fall of Disney.”\n\nHe paused to take in my shocked appearance.\n\n“I know. It was impossible for any of us to imagine that our beloved oligarchy would fall, blessed be the name of Walt.”\n\nWe both made the appropriate prayer sign.\n\n“For a long time, none of the travelers actually knew what the event was, exactly. They only knew that it was important and cataclysmic.\n\n“During that time, we noticed something interesting. The travelers seemed to come from a variety of different futures. We had some fascist dystopias, communist dystopias, a theocracy of Dreamworks, even a democracy.”\n\nI couldn’t help flinching.\n\n“Yeah. But back in 2023, we finally got someone who knew some of the specifics.”\n\nHe leaned in closer to me.\n\n“What I’m about to tell you is going to be extremely disturbing and cannot be unlearned. Are you sure you want to know?”\n\nI swallowed and grimly nodded.\n\n“Apparently, around 2050, Disney made an original film.”\n\nIt took a moment for that idea to make its way through my head.\n\nThen it hit me, and my jaw dropped. “You mean a sequel or a spin-off, right? Not a reboot, but…”\n\n“No,” the agent said gently. “I mean a purely original work, not based on any prior intellectual property. Not even crediting an ‘inspired by’.”\n\nHorror swept over me.\n\n“He says that in the aftermath of that catastrophe and the inevitable ensuing box office failure, the economy collapsed, and the world fell into chaos. And from the chaos emerged all the different futures we had observed.”\n\nHe took off his sunglasses, revealing one eye blinded by some old, horrific injury and another strong and ice blue, pinning me to the chair.\n\n“Now you know what’s at stake. I’ve been authorized to offer you a position on a special task force dedicated to preventing this calamity at all costs. That means infiltrating the depths of Disney itself, working from within to protect our great leaders from themselves. That means being willing to risk injuries like my eye, and even death. That means preventing Disney from ever making an original film. Can you do that?”\n\nI looked up at him. Slowly, I nodded." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: When the Pokémon bested humanity’s conventional weapons, all hope seemed lost. That was until they found the only beings that could stand a chance: One Billion Lions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I step cautiously out of my house on this fine, spring day. All seems peaceful; a diglett peeks up from the cement road, the disappears, burrowing beneath the ground. A group of pidgey fly overhead. I look around, then groan. There's a group of tauros stampeding down the road. I quickly step back inside and shut the door.\n\nIt's been a month since the infestation. It's all thanks to those stupid geneticists playing god. Tampering with the DNA, playing with fire. They first made Mew, but failed and accidentally made Mewtwo instead. They were, of course, only encouraged by their mistake, and all the pokemon followed. Then the lab break-out happened, and the pokemon population population grew into today's infestation.\n\nThe military could not do anything. Metagross soon calculated that bombs, nukes, EM weapons, and tanks were a survival threat. So they, along with porygon and rotom, hacked and hyper-beamed those first. Then, dialga took them back in time. The biggest nuclear weapon bases, were destroyed, retroactively, and now all that is left on the timeline is Chernobyl and Fukushima.\n\nThen, the humans went all \"Raaaaawwr! Freedom and Liberty. Guns!\" and tried to shoot us pokemon. If you shoot a pidgy, the murkrow will come for the death. The pidgeots will come for vengeance. And if you continue, the gengar and duskull come to haunt you. So those human died. Is this what you call natural selection?\n\nI peek out of the house again, and the coast is clear. I close my eyes, and navigate towards the supermarket. I feel the sun beating down on my ears and back, and feel the warmth of the auras that I sense. I sprint, arms trailing behind me. Running like this makes me happy.\n\nBut as I'm on my way, I sense a hungry powerful aura. I open my eyes, and I see it in my path. The lion is a magnificent beast, its powerful muscles rippling beneath its tawny fur as it strides toward me with a fluid grace. Its broad head is crowned by a majestic mane, which flows down its neck like a golden waterfall. The lion's eyes are bright and fierce, full of intelligence and ferocity, and its jaws lined with sharp, gleaming teeth that look like they can tear through flesh with ease. This will be a perfect opponent with which to test my strength.\n\nI close my eyes, and my ears flap. I feel my own aura surging inside of me and sense the lion's aura, bright orange, as the lion lunges my way. As it's about to crash on me from above, I condense my aura into my palm, and perform a double flip to dodge. As it hits the ground, I leap towards it, striking its side. Force Palm, I call this move. The lion is launched to the side, and crashes against a parked car. The windows shatter, and the car's alarm sounds.\n\nThe lion roars, angrily, and faces me, snarling. It circles, cautiously. But its aura betrays it's intentions. When it pounces again, I am ready, and spring into the air. My high jump kick connects with its nose, and it roars in pain. Then it scampers off." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: You are newly married. One day you discover that your spouse has taken out a large life insurance policy in your name with him/her as the sole benefactor. S/he has gone to great lengths to keep this a secret." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We sat at opposite ends of the kitchen table. The insurance paperwork sitting between the two of us. Silence enveloped us as I searched the face of the one I loved, trying to understand.\n\n“Why are you so upset about this?” he muttered.\n\nI kept quiet. I knew that with the way I currently felt I would lose it if I tried to say anything.\n\n“I just wanted to be careful, you know? I didn’t want to be stranded in case, I dunno, something happened? Do you know how many spouses end up in the financial deep end because of things like that?”\n\nNo dice. I wasn’t buying it. They sounded like desperate excuses, sinking beneath the weight of their own lack of conviction. I remained silent.\n\n“Look, I was going to tell you. I knew we didn’t have one, and I thought I would sort it out while I remembered.”\n\n“You forged my signature.” I responded\n\n“Wha-?”\n\n“You would’ve had to forge my signature. Insurance companies wouldn’t let you just take out a policy without my approval. It’s to avoid fraud. You would’ve had to fake my signature, the witness, gotten my personal documents. You did this all without my knowledge. This wasn’t just a quick errand.”\n\nConsidering how I felt inside, I was being remarkably calm before the shitstorm that was about to hit.\n\n“You wanted to make sure that I didn’t find out about this. Why?”\n\n“You didn’t need to know-“\n\n“BULLSHIT! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU PLANNING?”\n\nSilence filled the room as if it were a vacuum. He no longer could look at me.\n\n“I was never going to hurt you, if that’s what you think.”\n\n“Really? Because I’ve watched enough CSI to know that that is not normally the case in these situations. The only reason you would get this, is so you could make money if I died. So if you’re not going to kill me, then when do you expect to get the money?”\n\n“Next Thursday.” He whispered.\n\n“Excuse me?”\n\n“Next Thursday. You die from a brain haemorrhage. It’s caused from an aneurism which happens because of a weakening of your arteries in your brain. It’s not exactly known what causes it, but doctors guess it is a combination of high blood pressure and a birth defect where your arteries are softer than normal.”\n\n“What are you on about?”\n\n“You die from a brain aneurism next week. It’s why I took out the insurance.”\n\n“There is no way you would know that and I wouldn’t. I went to the doctor just last month and he said nothing. Wait! Are you two in cahoots? Is this some elaborate plan so you can split the money? How can I even believe you?”\n\n“It doesn’t matter if you do or if you don’t. You will still die. And no, the doctor isn’t in “cahoots” with me. He doesn’t know. In fact, no-one will know until after the autopsy.”\n\n“Okay, assuming I believe you, then how do you know?”\n\n“I’ve read your medical report.”\n\n“You’ve lost me….”\n\n“The medical report with your cause of death. I’ve read it.”\n\n“How can you have read it if I’m still alive?”\n\nHe looked me in the eye. In that moment I realised what the truth was, even though I denied it.\n\n“No. This is bullshit. You are full of shit. STOP FUCKING AROUND AND TELL ME THE TRUTH!”\n\n“You know the truth.”\n\nI started laughing.\n\n“Okay, humour me, tell me what it is anyway.”\n\n“I’m from the future.”\n\nI laughed even louder.\n\n“I’m a time traveler. I was able to create a time machine and travel through time. That’s how I know all of this is going to happen.”\n\nI couldn’t look at him any longer. A maniacal smile was embedded on my face.\n\n“At first I tried changing the past. But it never worked. No matter what I did, I couldn’t change things that were already going to happen. It’s a fundamental of time travel, even in this time, but I thought I could overcome it. I can’t. What I did notice, however, was that I could do things that were incidental. Things that would not change the original timeline. Like taking out life insurance on a man who was going to die anyway.”\n\nHe looked at me, sadness in his eyes.\n\n“Nope. I’m sorry. If you expect me to believe that you’re a fucking time traveller, and that this,” I said, waving my hand over the insurance forms, “is just some ploy for you to make a quick buck, then you are crazier than I originally thought.”\n\nHe carried my gaze.\n\n“Originally, you die alone. In this house. No-one notices until several weeks later when a stench emits from your house. What I offered you was companionship, love, and joy in your last months.”\n\n“Let’s not forget the small fortune you get out of it! If you’re such a saint, then why not tell me?”\n\n“I did….you did not take it well.”\n\n“Wait, we’ve done this before?”\n\n“Yes, I tried to tell you. Tell you everything. You spent your last month’s sunk in a deep depression that you never came out of. By the end, death was a release for you.”\n\nI was silent. Shocked without the ability to speak.\n\n“It doesn’t matter,” he said, standing up “Time will have its way. It always does. As for you; you won’t remember this. I’m going to go back and make sure that I hide these papers away so you can’t find them.”\n\nAs he walked away I leapt from my seat and grabbed his hand.\n\n“Wait, how many times have we done this?”\n\n“Hundreds.” He replied. “I have fallen in love with you hundreds of times and watched you die, hundreds of times. This next time will be the last. The money is for a new start.”\n\nI held his hand, scared to let go. My head was buzzing with incoherent thoughts, trying to arrange themselves in some semblance of sanity. Eventually I let go.\n\n“Will you miss me?” I eventually say\n\n“I did; every time you left me. But I’ve learnt after all this time, that by reliving your death, over and over, I have stopped living. Death is a part of the universe. I can’t escape that. I am a time traveler and so I have all the time in the world to experience. I can’t live out the rest of my days in this small part of it.”\n\n“Don’t go back. Stay. Will you stay?”\n\nHe smiled.\n\n“To the end. I always do.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1400-1500 words. Prompt: Your backcountry camping trip has gone quite wrong and now your partner and you are being hunted through the woods by some horrifying creature. That's when you realize: if you play your cards right, this could be your chance to escape from both." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could hear my hear beating in my chest as I tried to keep myself from gasping from air. I had my right hand over my mouth my left hand grasping Benny's tightly. In the darkness especially being in the heavy woods I really couldn't see his face but I could feel his hand in mine. It was impossible to know which one of us was holding tighter.\n\nAbove my heart I was straining my ears trying to hear if it was still coming after us. We didn't know what it was but it had killed everyone else already or maybe it hadn't killed them. Benny grabbed me and shook me into action as it was tearing through the campsite that we were sharing with the others.\n\nI was trying to tell myself that it was just a bear but I couldn't pretend I didn't see it when one of the other campers shined a light on it. It was huge and it had horns or antlers or something, nothing scared it either. As I was thinking about it we heard a scream. It wasn't very close to us but it wasn't far enough away either.\n\n\"We need to go Rick.\" Benny said to me pulling me up. He was always the forceful one, so ready for action. I was quite thankful that he was here with me right now. Now we were moving but until that point when I saw that thing at the campsite I never understood the term frozen in fear. My body was rooted to the spot.\n\nTogether we were trying to move quickly through the forest but it was hard due to the lack of visibility. We didn't even have a flashlight, I didn't even have my phone on me as we started running. I was lucky my shoes were even on but clothes wise I only had on my t-shirt. It was the same for Benny.\n\nFinally we again had to stop to rest and catch our breath.\n\n\"What was it? What was that thing?\" I said between gasps.\n\n\"I don't know. I only saw it when it hit Cassandra, it threw her against that tree so hard. She just crumpled.\" Benny replied.\n\nSlowly we started making our way through the woods. \"Do we even know if we're going in the right direction?\" I asked him. I knew I had no idea where we were.\n\n\"I don't know Rick, I just wanted to put as much distance between us and whatever that thing was. I mean we weren't too far out from the roads either. If we get too high on one of the hills I think when it gets light out we should be able to see either the roads or one of the towns around here.\" he said\n\n\"Do you think we're going to make it that long out here? What if that wasn't the only one, what if there is like a nest of them and we're just going further into it.\"\n\n\"Stop it, stop with the fantasy nonsense we really don't need that right now.\"\n\nSuddenly I was back to the fight we had right before we left. It was stupid but I had asked why we had stopped going to as many movies as I was requesting recently and for some reason he just went off about it. Said he didn't want to see anymore stupid sci-fi stuff.\n\nWe didn't always have the same interests but it hadn't usually been that big of a deal. I always watched the things he wanted to. It was crazy to be thinking about right now but there had been some weird tension on the trip. Well maybe he was finally responding to a change in my attitude but I didn't think he even knew I knew.\n\nI shook my head as we were walking. This was really not the time to be thinking about this.\n\nWe walked for a bit longer and came upon and outcropping of large rocks. Laying against them we rested and caught our breath.\n\n\"Do you think that we're safe?\" I asked.\n\nBenny shrugged in the moonlight. \"Who the hell knows.\"\n\n\"We're lucky you were already outside the tent.\" I said to him. \"Why were you out anyway?\"\n\n\"You're asking that now.\" he said there was a change to the tone of his voice. I honestly hadn't really thought much of it when I asked the question. Everything was still pounding around in my head. Now I was thinking about it and I remembered that there was a girl running from the same direction.\n\nNow it made sense I thought to myself shaking my head. Maybe it was nothing this time. I took a deep breath and sighed. Then we heard it. A snap, a twig somewhere close to us. Something moving through the forest.\n\n\"It followed us,\" Benny whispered.\n\n\"It could be anything,\" I said he was moving towards the forest again and it was quick. I don't know what possessed me or what made me feel like it was the best decision. The rock struck the back of Benny's head and he went down. Went down harder than I had expected. Then I was moving again, moving through the woods. I was moving until I was in the middle of a road, surrounded by black cars and people with large weapons.\n\nBefore I knew it I was in a station being questioned by people who didn't look like local law enforcement.\n\nThey were asking me questions but not the ones I had expected. They asked me about the size of the thing I saw, asked me how many people had been with us. All of their names. Asked if I had been clawed by the thing. They didn't hesitate to believe that I had seen something else. I could hear them sending out teams into the woods decked out in the kind of gear that I only saw in movies.\n\nThree weeks later I was in house. Still having a hard time coming to grips with the memory of what had happened. No one else made it out of the forest. I didn't get any more information about the group that had picked me up. Even the police officers acted like they never saw them. There was a news story run about a bear attack and me being the only sole survivor. Not the kind of event I ever wanted to be known for.\n\nI was sitting in my room when my cellphone started ringing. It was an unknown number so I didn't answer it. It started ringing again immediately after so I picked it up.\n\n\"Excuse me am I speaking to Richard Monagan?\" I recognized the voice speaking on the other line.\n\n\"Yes,\" I replied. \"Who is this?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry to bother you but this is urgent. I am Agent Harris we spoke three weeks ago when we picked you up off the road.\"\n\nA flickering image of one of the agents that had introduced themselves.\n\n\"Yeah I kind of remember.\" I said.\n\nSuddenly the doorbell downstairs rang and I kind of instinctively stood up but didn't start walking down.\n\n\"Richard this is going to sound a little crazy but I need you to listen to me. We didn't find what we were looking for in the woods Richard.\"\n\n\"The bear? The news said it got shot.\" I said.\n\n\"Richard, we both know it wasn't a bear.\" Agent Harris replied. \"Richard did it kill Benny somewhere different from where you told us?\"\n\nWhen I spoke to the agents I had told them I ran away from the campsite alone. I gave them the location. I didn't mention Benny at all.\n\n\"Um, no I don't think so, I wasn't around.\" I said scared about the direction this conversation was going in.\n\n\"Richard this thing can take over bodies if they are in the right state of mind. Extreme anger or rage. It's attracted to those emotions. It bonds with them.\"\n\nThe doorbell downstairs rang again, it was like someone was laying into it. I shut my bedroom door to drown it out while I tried to listen to the voice on the other end of the phone.\n\n\"What are you trying to say.\" I asked Agent Harris.\n\n\"Richard if there is something you didn't tell us about Benny's death then I have to suggest that you leave your house immediately.\" Agent Harris responded.\n\nAt that moment the entire house shook as it sounded like my entire front door was slammed open." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You're a master craftsman, apprentice of the god of construction and blacksmithing, your god has died, so you've decided to contruct a replacement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the time he was a snot-nosed brat, Bron spent every free minute at the village's smithy, captivated by the rhythmic hammering, flying sparks, and the hiss of the red-hot iron being quenched. So when he came to the temple for his coming-of-age ceremony, it came as no surprise that the Smith God bestowed upon him his blessing. He was brought to the Sacred Forge in the capital—what better shrine to the god of blacksmiths than a forge—and put to work alongside the other acolytes.\n\nTirelessly they toiled, producing wondrous devices, clever mechanisms, and peerless weapons. To Bron, there was no greater happiness. Each time he lifted his hammer, he would call upon his god, and divine inspiration would guide his hand to shape the metal and hammer out its impurities.\n\nThen war came, and the Sacred Forge was tasked with producing swords and spears and more horrible weapons. A fresh acolyte carelessly left a container of naphtha by the furnace, and when Bron rushed in to take it away, it exploded and knocked him unconscious. When he awoke, he found that he had lost most of his arm.\n\nHe brooded, wandering the Sacred Forge by day and dreaming of wielding his hammer by night. He sat, he figured, and he sketched with a piece of coal on paper, and then he threw the sketch into the fire and started anew.\n\nThe acolytes stared when he walked into the forge months later. Bron heated an ingot in the furnace, set it onto the anvil, and picked up his hammer in his left hand. He prayed to the Smith God as he had countless times, but no divine power filled his remaining limb. He ducked his head and stood there for a long time, and the acolytes would later say that that had been the only time anyone saw him cry.\n\nThen he raised his hammer, inhaled the sweltering air, and struck.\n\nHe toiled for a day and a night, and the acolytes watched and murmured in shock at his creation: an arm with steel bones and silver nerves and brass skin. Before the metal had cooled, he attached it to his stump and roared in agony as he riveted it to his flesh, and after he was done, he passed out where he stood.\n\nOnce he came to, he was told he was no longer welcome at the Sacred Forge, for he had lost the god's blessing. Bron saw the horror in their eyes and did not argue. Gathering his meager possessions, he left the capital and walked until he stumbled upon a secluded valley. There he built himself a forge, and since he slept and ate in it, it became his home too.\n\nAttracted by the noise of hammering, the peasants came, and although they eyed his metallic arm with fear, they were happy to barter for nails and horseshoes. Hunters came for arrowheads and knives. Then came the son of the lord, and after Bron forged him a sword, people said there was no finer blade in the land.\n\nAs his fame grew, visitors from across the land streamed to the valley and vied for his attention. Some begged him to teach them, and recalling his boyhood, Bron did so. His forge grew to sprawl over the valley, and even during the rare moments when his hammer was resting, those of his apprentices pounded on.\n\nYears passed, and his lungs, damaged by fumes and heat, began to rattle and wheeze. Bron sat and figured and sketched, and then he fired up his forge and crafted himself new lungs from a pair of bellows. When his vision began to fade, he replaced his eyes with a pair of polished gemstones. And when his heart started to stutter, he fashioned one after a furnace, and its beats thrummed through the entire valley. His apprentices bowed low to him, and visitors from afar brought him tribute and prostrated themselves.\n\nIn the faraway capital, the furnaces of the Sacred Forge lay cold. And the name the blacksmiths of the land called upon as they swung their hammers was that of Bron." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Armed with a knife, you attempt to rob a store; but you are beaten with a mop. Spirit still intact, you attempt to rob another nearby store; where you are, once again, beaten with a mop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I haven't been this down in my life. No job for the last two months, behind on rent, and my diets so bad at this point I can't even donate plasma.\n\n\"Fuck crammin' my life down the shitter,\" I say as I roll over on a bit of throw up from the night before and the dripping bottle left over with a grumble.\n\nI grab a silver pocket knife I lifted from some sap as rays of sun burn my eyes. With a squint I plunge my head back into my stained pillow.\n\n\"I know what I'll be doing... Gonna rob a fucker,\" a hiccup almost makes me choke. I lean forward and grab another opened, half finished bottle. After taking a sip. I drift off into whatever drunken abyss my mind plunges into.\n\nI wake hours later and find my hand clutching the same knife. I wipe my eyes and lean up.\n\n\"That's right... Money,\" I mumble to myself and stumble to my feet.\n\nI shove my feet into my shoes and hear a ping from my cell phone, with a message from Angelica.\n\n\"Hey Vic, I can't keep this up... Ur a mess. Get ur shit together and stop calling me. We're done and that's it!\"\n\nI laugh as I toss my phone against the wall and pull my jacket on woozily, almost losing my balance. Catching myself on the doorway with the knife still in hand.\n\n\"Time to go start our shift!\" I say with a jolly jolt, take a shot of liquid luck, and push through the door into the hallway of the building; forgetting to lock the door. Soon I'm on the street still dazed as when I woke up and I begin trying to figure out where I'm going to hit.\n\nNothing comes to mind so I hit the first one I see, \"Val-U Mart\".\n\n\"Get ready for stick up extraordinaire, Vic Connaly!\"\n\nI slink through the door and give the place a glance over. All clear. I calmly approach the cashier, who appears to be mopping and once I'm close enough I flick my blade out.\n\n\"Hey, whoa-\"\n\n\"Gimme me everything in the register!\" I say but instead of basking in my menace I get cracked over the head with a wet mop. Which hurt way more than I could have anticipated.\n\n\"You bum!\" He shouts and hits me again sending me spinning to the ground pulling down a rack of 25 cent candies.\n\n\"Sh-shit...\" I sputter and stumble to my feet. \"What the-\"\n\nAnother wack right in the mouth cuts me off as the enraged cashier curses me out and finishes with a shove of the mop in my chest sending me out of the store onto the sidewalk. I lean up gasping and groaning, as passerbys watch with curious glee at the unruly scene.\n\n\"Come back when you got some fucking sense... Or at least some cash Vic. You're turning your life into hell pal!\"\n\nI get up and steady my balance, spitting out a mouthful of blood. With a slow dip I bend down to grab the knife and rise slowly using my hands to keep myself aright.\n\n\"Haha yeah. Whatever,\" I shout and walk off to find my next move.\n\n\"Fuck that place. That was practice.... Yeah this ones for real!\"\n\nI go on down another two blocks and make a turn. Starting to get the tilts and regretting that last gulp of the brew. A store comes into sight.\n\n\"Fuck it-hic, now or never,\" I say as I pull my hood up and secure my knife in hand.\n\nI proceed through the door and sure as shit this guy is behind the register with his back turned, store clear. I proceed to creep with a slight stagger and my face creasing as I try to silently ease my way up to the register. As I cross the threshold reaching behind the counter and pull the knife out at ready.\n\n\"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?\"\n\nSomeone from the back shouts and sure as shit I got distracted for a moment when I saw he had a mop in hand. When I turn back to the cashier a spray hits me right in the face and the stinging sends me stumbling backwards.\n\n\"Ahhh oh- God that shit burns!\" I cry as I barely hold on to the knife in my hand as I wipe my eyes with the other. Before I can get my wits together I feel a whap on top of my head that sends a shock through my whole body. I drop the knife and almost lose consciousness.\n\n\"Whaahh ahh who-ahh?\" I grumble indistinctly and then receive another wack. Before he can get another I turn and run for the door, bumping into all of the snack racks as I make my way out.\n\n\"Ohhh, that did not go good,\" I gasp and cringe in an alleyway. Feeling the fleeting of my mind and think to myself.\n\n'Damn down on my ass in an alleyway.... What a way for a stray street cat.'\n\nThe night fades and I slide into my drunken, possibly induced by concussions, sleep. Praying I can be better to me." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: A group of friends play \"Transform or Dare.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is my first ever time trying to write a short nsfw, so I can't guarantee it's quality. I'll do my best though.\n\n> Contains light MF, FF, some shape shifting, bottle spinning and arcane college student.\n\n> All bottle spins determined using Random.org\n\n\"You sure this is a good idea? We could get in a lot of trouble for this...\"\n\nSophie smiled reassuring at Nirren and her four companions, \"We'll be fine. It was a gift.\"\n\n\"But to use it for this? It could save your life one day.\"\n\n\"Don't be such a worrywart,\" Asriel cut in, \"She can do with it as she likes, even if it is one of the most powerful and expensive spirits in the known world.\"\n\n\"Okay, so everyone's in? One round of drinks, one bottle and one night to never forget?\"\n\nSophie looked to Asril first, a strong jawed, black haired young man, fit and muscular, as to be expected from a blacksmith's son. He nodded back at her.\n\nNext, she turned to Elly, a small, skinny girl with dirty blond hair and big round eyes. She too nodded.\n\nJessica didn't even need asking. \"I'm in, all in.\"\n\nHer well built, slight and toned figure, combined with the fine silk dress signified beyond any doubt that this young woman was of noble birth, an heir to an empire and a young sorceress to be watched with awe.\n\nFinally, Sophie turned to Niren.\n\nThe young man let out a deep sigh. \"Very well then. We'll do this, and in doing so use up a magic-enhancing beverage that is worth more than my entire family line.\"\n\n\"It'll be fine Niren,\" Sophie said as she carefully poured the priceless liquid into five equal portions, \"Once you drink this, you won't care anyway.\"\n\nSophie placed the empty bottle on its side on the floor between them and they all raised their glasses.\n\n\"A night to remember!\"\n\nFive voices echoed in the dorm-room and the five acolytes all emptied their glasses into their mouths.\n\nEven before they swallowed, the effects were immediate and overwhelming.\n\nA fuzzy hot gas filled their lungs, tingling and burning as it swirled into their noses. They swallowed involuntarily and the liqueur scorched it's way down each of their throats. They coughed and spluttered for a moment, and then a sense of possibility and freedom swelled within their chests, the feeling that they could just reach out with their minds and change the world itself to their whims.\n\nAsriel smirked, the twisted smile unbalencing his almost symetrical features. \"So? Who wants to start?\"\n\nEveryone looked at eachother. A warm and giddy feeling physically filled the room, as the flow of magic within their bodies echoed their emotions in the air around them.\n\n\"It's my bottle...\"\n\nSophie was about to reach for the bottle, to give it a twirl, but the bottle was already spinning. After a long moment it came to a standstill, pointing directly at Niren.\n\n\"Transform or Dare?\" sophie asked.\n\n\"Dare.\"\n\nSophie thought about it for a brief moment. \"Erm... Kiss me.\"\n\nNiren blushed a little, but without any hesitation he leaned across and kissed her full on the lips, a deep, kiss. Sophie leaned into it, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips touching hers, his tongue probing gently.\n\nNiren pulled back, grinning. \"My turn then?\"\n\nHe didn't wait for a response, simply spinning the bottle with a thought. When the bottle stopped it was pointing at Elly.\n\nShe shifted slightly, adopting a soultry pose.\n\n\"Transform.\"\n\n\"Dryad,\" Niren responded in an instant.\n\nStill maintaining her soultry demeaner, Elly rose to her feet. She brought her hands together in front of her petite chest theatrically drew them appart, raising one over her head, lowering the other to her hip. As she did so, her clothes melted away and her skin turned to fine silvery bark, like that of a birch tree. Her dirty-blond hair became twigs adorned with fine green flowers.\n\nShe stood there, completely naked, her ribs just visible beneath her slight breasts, her slender weist smooth as silk and a closed flowerbud where her clit should be.\n\n\"You like?\" She asked, her voice now musical and sensual.\n\nThe sound of Elly's new voice set Sophie's skin tingling. Goosbumps creapt across her arms and back a faint tingling began somewhere near her gut.\n\nElly bent forwards, giving everyone a spectacular view across her breasts and stomach, reached down and spun the bottle. It came to rest pointing at Jessica.\n\nBefore Elly could even ask Jessica blurted out \"Dare! Definately dare.\"\n\nElly smiled a smile that sparkled like butterflies wings in sunshine. \"Touch me.\"\n\nJessica climbed to her feet and reached out cautiously. Elly's skin was hard and smooth and slightly cool to the touch. There was a very feint texture to it, like the rings of a tree. Jessica moved her hand from Elly's shoulder, sliding it gently across to her breasts. As Jessica gently massaged her soft nipples, Elly moaned faintly. The flowers that made up her hair opened slightly and an intoxicating scent filled the room.\n\nJessica stepped up to Elly, pressing her slender frame against her friend's hardened skin, rubbing herself against her. Her hand slid slowly downwards as she kissed Elly, a slow mating of lips and probing tongues. When Jessica's fingers reached Elly's bud, Elly half collapsed, an intense, white-hot desire searing through her whole body. The two girls parted slowly, as if they were both struggling to do so.\n\nThe bottle spun on it's own as Jessica returned to her seat.\n\nElly gazed at it, as it yet again came to rest facing herself. \"Transform.\"\n\nJessica, still in a daze, struggled to find words. \"Er. Um. Yeah...\"\n\nShe took a few slow deep breaths, calming herself just enough to answer. \"A um... a Celestial.\"\n\nDespite the liqueur and the intoxicating scent that filled the air, there was a moment of stunned silence. Hesitation flickered across Elly's face.\n\n\"A Celestial? Is that even possible?\" She turned to Asriel as she spoke.\n\nHe shifted uncomfortably, a noticeable bulge in his pants. \"I don't know. Class doesn't cover transformations of that complexity.\"\n\n\"I suppose I'll try.\"\n\nAs best she could, Elly concentrated on the being she invisioned, a being of pure magic and light, manifest will and beauty.\n\nEveryone climbed slowly to their feet around her, illuminated by the prismatic rays that eminated from her translucent body. She was taller, completely white and flawless beyond comprihension. She could see her friends, through her friends, into their minds and souls, past, present and future.\n\nElly smiled broadly and a wave of elation washed over the entire campus. She reached out to Asriel, her luminous arms dispelling all shadows.\n\n\"Love me,\" she said in a voice that denied belief, \"as I know you always have.\"\n\n> The End (for now at least).\n\nIt's not super erotic, but it feels right this way. I would love to know what you all think!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: A bank robber takes off his ski mask and hails a cab, stowing his pistol in his back pocket. Suddenly, lights begin to flash around him. \"Welcome to the Cash Cab!...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A clean break. I walk out of the alley, mask stuffed down a dumpster, jacket tossed into another one, gun tucked behind my waist. I can here sirens, in the distance, but although they're looking for me, I know they aren't any immediate threat. I'm tempted, I just want to hail an Lyft and get the hell out of here, but if I did that, it'd create a record of me being in the area. No need to chance it, so I hail a cab.\n\nHonestly, for a second I can't even remember how I'm supposed to do it. Do I just stand here and one pulls up? Or do I wave or something. This Asian grandma, she lifts her pointy finger around, and a cab rolls up to the curb. Crazy, even easier than an app. I do the same and a van looking thing rolls up to the curb. Hop on in.\n\nAnd suddenly, all these lights are flashing and shit, and this buzzer thing is going off, and I damn near have a heart attack, and have to stay my hand, wanting to pull my gun out. Fuck.\n\n\"Welcome to Cash Cab!\"\n\nGod damn it. I see the camera up in the top corner. Now they've got my mother fucking face on this shit. Should have called an Lyft. God damn it.\n\n\"Do you want to play?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"What's that?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Too bad! You're playing anyway!\"\n\nWhat. The. Fuck. The van's moving, pretty decent speed, but honestly I'm willing to risk it. I pull on the door handle. Nothing. The guy in front, he's the type of person you'd pass on the street and never notice, but he's got this big, dopey grin on his face.\n\n\"Listen man, I don't want to play. Just, you know, drop me off at 10th street, or if you don't want to give me a ride, just drop me off here.\"\n\n\"Oh come on dude, it's just three quick questions! Answer them all right and you get 10 grand! Can you think of any quicker way to earn more money?\"\n\nYeah, I can. it's called robbing a bank. I've got like 100K in my nackpack right now. But I relent. \"Alright dude. Whatever. Ask the questions.\"\n\n\"Okay, first up, where did the biggest bank robbery occur in American history?\"\n\nYou've got to be fucking kidding me. Bank robberies? Is this some type of fucking joke. But hey, fuck this dude, jokes on him. I know the answer. \"The Dunbar Heist in Los Angeles.\"\n\n\"That's correct! Double bonus points, how much was stolen?\"\n\n\"$18.9 million.\"\n\n\"Whoa! Good job! You just won two thousand, five hundred dollars!\"\n\nHell yeah bitches. Fuck it, I may as well make some side cash. \"Alright dude, next question, you got any more of these robbery ones?\"\n\n\"Actually, I do! Called the Great Train Robbery, this daring heist took place in Kent England in which year?\"\n\n\"1963!\"\n\n\"Great job! 2.5K more!\"\n\nI really started to get into it. Shit, this was literally easier than robbing a bank.\n\n\"Alright, last question. How many years can you be sentenced for armed robbery of a bank?\"\n\nThis one I knew really damn well. Just looked it up last night. \"Twenty five year maximum.\"\n\n\"Great, and for double points, what's the minimum?\"\n\n\"Five years minimum if you have no prior criminal record.\"\n\n\"That's correct! So you're going to be serving somewhere between 5 to 25 years in prison, congrats!\"\n\nI looked out the windows and saw cops with their guns drawn, and looking up to the front of the cash cab, I saw the police scanner for the first time too. Fuck. This asshole distracted me with my own god damn greed." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: A poor, innocent tentacle monster is taken advantage of by a horny adventurer girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Tentacle walked down the path from the harbor back to his home village. He was tired and his many appendages were dusty from the difficult trail, but he felt fulfilled. After all this time, it felt like he was making a name for himself as a successful merchant. There was this horrible stigma that people of his race were mere animals, raping every girl they could and turning them into mindless sex slaves. That was ridiculous! Mr. Tentacle’s father was the most dignified man he had ever known, showing that they could contribute more to society than simple savage rape.\n\nAs Mr. Tentacle was lost in thought about how he was proving society wrong, he bumped headlong into a fellow traveler. He shook his head in surprise, his tentacles all wriggling as he brought himself back into the moment. “Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t even see you there…” The merchant looked up to see a beautiful young elf woman rubbing her face. The woman was clad in leather armor and had a pair of rather sharp looking knives strapped to her waist, not even carrying anything else. In fact, her armor didn’t seem to even do much, only barely covering her privates and nothing else.\n\n“Are you alright miss? I d..didn’t mean to hurt you,” said Mr. Tentacle, meekly extending one of his appendages to offer any help he could give. The female adventurer looked angry for a second before opening her eyes and seeing what was in front of her. She didn’t say anything, just looked the slimy gentleman up and down before breaking into a sly grin. “Oh no!” She called out. “Help, someone help! This brute is going to have his way with me!” She kept smiling seductively all the way, inching closer to Mr. Tentacle all the while. “You going to rape me now? Like I hear happens to these girls all across the country?”\n\nThe slimy creature looked appalled at this suggestion. “N-nooo. Definitely not! Those are just lies and slander! I treat ladies with respect and...fuuuuuck.” Mr. Tentacle’s speech was cut short as the woman took one of his appendages into her mouth, forcing it down her throat as far as it would go with her hands. The shy creature didn’t even know how to respond, he simply stood there in shock and pleasure as he felt the sensation of his sensitive feeler being immersed in the hot, wet throat of a young girl.\n\nThe young rogue pulled the tentacle back out of her mouth with a gasp for air, smiling evilly even as her eyes teared from the assault her throat had just taken. “Hmm, what were you saying? You’re going to fuck my virgin pussy senseless until I can’t even walk? Poor little me…” Mr. Tentacle got his bearings back a bit and started to protest, “Look, I’m not comfortable with this miss. You’re an attractive young lady, but...holllly shit.” His words were once again cut short as the young woman pulled her leather shorts, or would you call it a thong… to the side and began to rub another one of his appendages onto her pretty little pussy lips. This new tentacle she had grabbed happened to be the equivalent of a mammal’s reproductive organ, and the whole thing was just as sensitive as one. He was suddenly lost for words as the pleasure overwhelmed him.\n\n“Oh please don’t...please don’t rape my little pussy you beast!” The roguish woman began to slide his member into her without further ado, eliciting a gasp from the unsuspecting creature and a moan from herself as well. Her tight little entrance struggled to fit the whole thing, yet she slid down onto it, inch by inch. “Imagine if people saw me now, getting defiled by a slimy creature like this…” Her face was one of pure ecstasy, and she began to thrust her hips onto Mr. Tentacle’s overly sensitive appendage, humping it like her life depended on it.\n\n“P-please stop miss….my kind can still get a young human like you pregnant with our seed,” this next sentence only served to make the young girl’s sopping wet pussy convulse in orgasm on his member. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grinned stupidly, as though she liked the thought of being knocked up by a random creature. Mr. Tentacle realized how much trouble he was in now, but he wasn’t able to get away. This girl was surprisingly strong, and she had wrapped her legs around the rest of his body to prevent him from moving anywhere without throwing her onto the ground.\n\n“Go ahead, knock me up!” She screamed out. “Rape me until I get pregnant you monster!” the elf began to thrust with a frenzied pace, as if she only wanted one thing in life: a womb full of hot monster seed. She continued to hump until Mr. Tentacle couldn’t take anymore, and he began to spurt load after load of gooey liquid into the girl’s eager cunt. The girl spasmed a bit more in a second orgasm before going limp as she passed out from the pleasure. Nevertheless, the torrent continued into her womb for the better part of a minute before finally subsiding.\n\nMr. Tentacle gasped for breath as he recovered from the intense experience. He caught the girl as she almost slid off his member and dropped to the ground. As he pulled her off, one last spurt of semen rained onto her, covering her in his slimy white spunk. He was completely mortified. He had just been treated like a piece of meat by this random stranger; did this girl have no shame at all?\n\nHe set the woman down on the ground gently before his eyes widened at the sound of approaching footsteps. Two more young woman gasped as they saw the sight; a cum-covered elf girl laying unconscious at the feet of a terrifying tentacle monster. “Uhhh,” said Mr. Tentacle. “This isn’t what it looks like! I swear!”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: You were just doing whatever you were doing. Out of nowhere you find yourself in a new surrounding. Perplexed, you look around not knowing what to make of your situation. Suddenly other people pop up next to you and look just as confused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I love Saturday's. It's the best day of the week, I don't have to look forward to the weekend, nor do I have to dread about working the next day. I could sit on my sofa, read my book, sipping my tea. It's the perfect day. And it was just like any other Saturday today, I had a Murakami book on my lap, a Jazz playlist playing on my mobile, and a cup of warm mint tea on the table. I was lost in the world that the man had created, a sublime world where cats fell like rain in rural Japan.\n\nI did not notice when the surrounding changed, I think it happened so fast that it did not register. I was still in my chair, and I was still reading the book. But, the song was gone. And then there was the smell, which made me lift my head up from the book. It took me a while to understand that I was not in my room anymore, it's funny how the brain works sometimes, I calmly took in my surroundings and then that's when a screamed escaped my throat. I stood up fast and got ready to be attacked by something.\n\nI was standing in a meadow, long and expansive. I could not see where it ended. The only things that I could see were my chair and my book. The grass was green as far as I could see and there were purple flowers that bloomed in place creating a sea of purple. I thought I could make out the cliffs of a mountain in the far distance.\n\nI heard a faint pop to my side, I saw a man standing with his right hand extended up at right angles and his palms looked like they were clutching something. He was dressed in a business suit and was carrying a briefcase. He looked me, his face expressionless, and then the realization struck him as well.\n\n\"What the fuck?\"\n\n\"Yeah\"\n\n\"What the fuck\" He looked around the place, his hand I noticed were still clutching the non-existent handlebar. I looked at him closely, he seemed to be middle-aged and looked of South Asian descent.\n\nHe finally finished looking around the place and looked at me, \"Hey young man, do you happen to know what is happening?\"\n\n\"Nah man, I was reading my book in my chair.\" I pointed at my chair and saw that it had disappeared, when did that happen, \"Yeah, I was reading my book in my chair and now I am here.\"\n\nThe man loosened his tie and sat on the ground and looked at the sky, \"What the fuck is that?\"\n\nI looked up at and saw that there were two orbs that were revolving around each other, I couldn't tell if they were close or if they were far, nor could I say how large they were. One thing was certain, we were not on Earth.\n\nThere was another faint pop and I turned to look at where the sound came from and saw a man half naked sitting on a loo looking at his mobile, he looked at me and the businessman before beginning to scream. He threw up his mobile and I watched as it made a beautiful arc before landing on the green meadow and it lay there, opened to imgur. I could hear him shout at us, asking us to leave the stall, and the different ways on how he was going to fuck us up. He stopped when he finally realized and asked,\n\n\"What the fuck?\"\n\nIt was at this point I wanted to know if he ported here with toilet paper and sure enough, there was a roll of toilet paper that was suspended in mid-air\n\n\"You should probably use that,\" I said pointing to the toilet paper, \"before we talk further.\"\n\nI faced away from him and the businessman followed suit. I heard a flush and another one and felt him walking towards us. The new guy was taller than me and he was well-built.\n\n\"So, what the fuck is happening?.\"\n\n\"No clue, I was at home reading and now I am here.\"\n\n\"Same, I was going to work, and now I am here.\"\n\n\"Well fuck.\" He surveyed the area like he knew what was happening. \"You know, I think its one of those secret tests that the government does.\"\n\nThat's when something struck me.\n\n\"You are not from India, are you?\"\n\nThe two of them stared at me, like I had the label of the village idiot splashed across my face.\n\n\"No, I am from China.\" The businessman said,\n\n\"Well fuck, I am from the USofA.\"\n\n\"This is good, this means that whatever brought us here is working on world peace.\"\n\nThe two of them looked at me again, confused. I understood that humor had lost its place here. I was about to explain what I meant when the meadow started to shake.\n\n\"Hey, where the fuck in my toilet.\"\n\n\"Yeah, that tends to disappear.\"\n\nThe shaking wasn't violent, but it made us lose our footing a bit. It stopped just as suddenly as it had started.\n\n\"What fresh hell is this now.\" The Business moaned.\n\n\"Hello, my children.\" A voice boomed.\n\n\"Hey man, you heard that too right?\" The American asked me.\n\n\"Yeah Yeah. Same for you?\" I asked the Chinese guy.\n\n\"Yeah, I heard it as well. What is going on man!\"\n\n\"Do not worry my children, you are simply the chosen ones. Humanity was getting difficult to manage so we at the upper management decided to purge the Planet and repopulate you guys.\"\n\nThe sky changed to darkness and I could see stars and galaxies, billions upon billions of them populated the sky. The sky changed again and this time we were looking at a familiar looking piece of rock. And then I saw the rock hurtling towards the Earth, they were all the size of my fist, but I was sure that they were much larger than that. I started to hear shouts and curses. We weren't the only people here, it dawned on me. The sky changed again and we were looking at the non-imposing sky again.\n\n\"Hey what the fuck man, what the fuck just happened?\" I asked,\n\n\"I think we just witnessed the end of humanity.\" The Chinese man told me, he slumped back to the ground and saw that he was shaking. \"My family, My children.\" He was saying.\n\nFamily. My family was still on Earth. Oh no.\n\n\"We'll get to each and every one of you. Please be patient. Thank you.\" The voice in the sky boomed again." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You're a famous detective that in the middle of an investigation discovers that you are in a book, due to the great number of plot contrivances." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I returned to 221B, I found the curtains closed and Holmes deep in rumination within the darkness. Only his hawk-like features were visible, seemingly perched on the armchair, lit by the flickering blaze of his pipe. He didn’t seem to notice me enter and I wondered what else, besides tobacco, he’d been ingesting in my absence.\n\n“Had a good day, Holmes?” I tried. Then, when no response was forthcoming, I said, “The Royal Family have all been murdered and really it seems an impossible affair. If only someone were interested in investigating.”\n\nOf course, Holmes was too lost in his own morphine dreams to hear a word I had to say. There was a chill in the air. I drew the curtains then went to make the fire.\n\n”Watson, you’re back,” said Holmes, as I adjusted the logs.\n\n”It seems so,” I said.\n\n”I have a question. What does death of the author mean to you?”\n\n”Mm. Apart from a pretentious attempt at furthering literary criticism?”\n\n”Yes. Apart from that.”\n\n”Apart from that, I’d say it’s what‘ll happen to me if you can’t stay off the damned substances and bring yourself to solve something.”\n\n”Droll,” he said.\n\n”I mean it though, Holmes. If not for my sake, for your own. Your mind is being wasted here. It’s rotting away. And your mind is too great to waste.”\n\n”What if it’s not my mind solving these cases, Watson? What if it’s never been?”\n\n“Then I’d like a little more credit for my part.”\n\n”Droll again. You’re on a roll.”\n\nI lit a match and threw it on the fire. The fire’s crackle merged with rain tapping on the window and created something of a soporific atmosphere. I stretched, yawned, and toppled myself into a leather armchair next to my friend.\n\n“Anything good in the paper?” I asked, picking it up.\n\n“Good? What constitutes good, exactly?”\n\n”A murder, a robbery — anything to to give you purpose and get you out of this room for an hour or two.”\n\n”Watson, here, do you not find it funny that every story you have documented — well, perhaps documented is too strict of a term — that every story you have embellished into your particular form of entertainment has a most satisfactory ending for the reader?”\n\n”Reluctantly, I do think the credit for the endings goes to you.”\n\n”But they’re all so neat, Watson. So perfect. Each one like a sheet of origami creased along the exact correct lines until it folds into a complete solution.“\n\nI didn’t know what to say to that. “I suppose they are neat. And what’s wrong with that, pray tell?”\n\n”Nothing for readers of the Strand, I dare say. But for real life? Everything! What about chaos theory, Watson? What about the mess that is itself life. Not everything we do is a string with two ends. Sometimes scissors cut the string into pieces and the pieces become lost and can never be stitched back together.”\n\n”You’ve overdone the morphine, and the metaphor.”\n\n”I’ve not touched any morphine!” he rebutted, indignant. “Cocaine on the other hand…”\n\n”Ah, I should have known.”\n\n”But my thoughts have been brewing far longer than the cocaine has been inside me. The world is too neat by far. The stories you write are too satisfying. They are as if you are tracing over letters already written.”\n\nI placed down the newspaper. “What are you trying to say Holmes? That someone has set up all these crimes for you to solve? Some mastermind of criminality?”\n\n”Not of criminality. Just a mastermind.”\n\n”And your evidence is solely that you solve almost every case?”\n\n”Precisely.”\n\nI considered this a while. Imagined that we were characters in a book. In a series of stories. That someone had the good sense to place the two of us together. To set a crackling fire and let the clouds open and to place a bottle of whiskey on the table by my side.\n\nI yawned as I poured us each a drink.\n\n”If we’re but characters in stories,” I said passing Holmes a glass, “then here’s to many more being written. For the writing is indeed worthy of more stories, wouldn’t you say?”\n\nHolmes’s frowned. Then smiled. He took the glass, a sip, and a long look out of the window. “Quite, Watson. Quite.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: The Human Interstellar Navy were invited to a military exercise, and introduced the galaxy to hit and run raids as well as the first kill of a dreadnaught from overheating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cofilzik stared out at the lecture hall as he stroked the tentacles at his chin. This happened every cycle. At best he could count on 60 to 70 percent of his class to attend his lectures. He was used to that, as he recorded mostly for students outworld and had iffy attendance most days regardless. Except today.\n\nThe new lecture hall had seats for 4 thousand students and standing/ floating pods for another 3. Today they were all full. 7 thousand sets of eyes. Numbers that in some cases numbered 8 to 10 per user were all locked on him, or more likely the board behind him where the only words visible were.\n\nHumans in space battle.\n\nCofilzik nodded to his assistant and cleared his throat as the Pareum female, who gave her name as Zillium, told all the attendees that only students would be allowed to ask questions post lecture. Not surprisingly many had already been bribed to ask on others behalf once the section for them was opened. When Zillium turned to him and smiled, he began. Speaking slowly and clearly to allow the translators to catch everything.\n\n'As we all know humans are a bipedal hominid species that were not previously discovered in the Tarsus region of space until they sent miniature metallic probes out into the larger Galaxy. Note that the one shown behind me is still on display in the Tarvekian Museum of natural history.'\n\nA hologram rotated behind him with the worn lettering Voyager 2 still visible if faint.\n\n'Naturally galactic involvement was limited until craft they designed launched in route to Teti Gorum 2. They called it Alpha Ceturi.' A hand shot up and Cofilzik knew he'd be seeing the owner after class so he just continued.\n\n'We found the humans to be innovative, if inelegant, in tool and ship design. But they have a persistent knack for quickly resolving problems as they arise. This was why the first contact units were shocked to discover that they had designed and built their own version of a translation device within half a cycle. Previously civilizations require much longer study of our own plans and designs. As of yet we do not know How they made that breakthough.' He was pleased to see the student had put his hand down. This lecture could not be paused for clarifications due to its subject matter having an enormous amount of questions that are always generated.\n\n'It was perhaps they inevitable that when two civilizations spark disagreements the question becomes embroiled in conflicts. This is of course the Andonicus incident.' Cofilzik could practically hear the many students and onlookers sitting forwards in anticipation.\n\n' Most of our joint histories have been filled with the battles and successes of the Antabians. Their ship designs remain among the most studied in our university classes for shipwrights to this day. In Tau 844 system the first ever dreadnought explosion was recorded in history.'\n\n'The humans brought about 70 spacefaring vessels and engaged the ambush fleet of Tiniex aAbsolumb reported to have 1400 units.' Cofilzik did not look up. He did not have to. At this point in his usual lecture nearly all hands were usually raised. Student and visitor alike.\n\n'We know from post survey that 18 of the Human ships were damaged with 4 reported destroyed, but only 2 Antabian vessels are known to have survived. Caltivex 5 was disabled and knocked out of system by a defective port unit. And Murunit 8 was allowed to retreat to the Gavmet system without its weapons and working port unit. It is in large part because of the Murunit's data systems that we even have most of our available data.'\n\nHe plunged forward again knowing how controversial this next part was.\n\n'It does appear that the Antibian's fired first in this conflict. But the humans employed a strange split fire technique that had them striking and moving through the fleets in a way that left most counterattacks ineffective at best.'\n\n'It remains undisputed that the hull and armor of most Antibian vessels is extraordinarily dense and not easily damaged, however the Human fleet was able to peel back the defensive layers with repeated strikes. The Dreadnought Ruriteft seemed to have had an internal rupture from overheating inspite of boasting the best shielding known to Galactic science. I caution you again to hold your questions until the end. ' This last having to be shouted over the rising chorus of shouted questions. To their credit most of his students were silent knowing not to interrupt his lecture.\n\n'I can continue if you will all settle down.' It took quite a few minutes to happen but eventually he was able to speak uninterrupted again.\n\n'Our recovered records and surveys show that the dreadnought internal temperatures were at roughly 18 times the normally reported specs when the breach happened. All life signs aboard had been extinguished\n\nAnd the automated defenses were trying to reignite the tertiary drive cores. This of course, was previously thought impossible and I imagine is of intense interest to the Antibian defense ministry even to this day. We are going to take a brief break and when we get back we will cover how the humans used something called a \"dive bomber\" to overwhelm shield systems.'" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1000-1100 words. Prompt: Time is not fragile. It does not shatter at the sight of an anomaly or relapse at the hint of a inconsistency. Instead, Time is a sentient being that will correct itself by eliminating errors in the timeline. Time travelers are seen as paradoxes and are hunted down to be deleted from history." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was spat out of the blue and black no-place and my vision swam. I felt dizzy, disorientated and sea sick, as I have done in my previous experiments. My breaths were laboured and I prepared myself for my 453rd failure, when suddenly, I heard a shout, along with a cacophony of hooves and general discourse.\n\nI rubbed my eyes and looked toward the commotion, \"Oi! Get out of the way ye daft lass, yer could get run over!\" The man shouted. I blinked, and looked over his carriage, and... Horses. I blinked again.\n\n\"Get home to your husband, he must be worried sick! You haven't been on the beers have you?\" I blinked. Holy shit, it worked. I smiled, and moved off the gravel path, muttering \"sorry.\"\n\n\"It's no trouble, miss. You best be getting' on now.\"\n\nI blinked. I did it. I actually fucking time travelled. Ha! He said I couldn't do it but now look at me! I began to laugh, laugh like the mad scientist everybody thought I was back home. A thousand years into the past. A damn miracle.\n\nI jumped up and down, clapping my hands, then, I removed the big clunky metal I attached to my torso and opened up the briefcase I took with me, pulling out the reconstructed 18th century clothing. I'd tried it on before and it was itchy, right and uncomfortable, but that's just the way life was back then. I his myself away in an alley and dressed up, putting my time machine in the case. Along with being an engineer, physicist, and inventor, I was also a historian. Kind of... I'd begun my studies a few years back, trying to find the best time and place to jump to.\n\nI'd decided Victorian england seemed the most interesting, along with the bonus of cameras being rare and for the rich at that. The whole lack of women's rights and such will be trouble for me, but I'm sure I can handle it.\n\nI walked into a pub and rocked up to the counter. \"Hello,\" I said, \"I'd like some work, do you have anything? Or perhaps if not, do you know anybody who does?\"\n\nHe looked me up and down and furrowed his ginger brow. Bald and wrinkled, the man looked to be a little over middle aged. \"Well, Suzie down the lane needs an assistant seamstress, can you do that?\"\n\nI smiled and nodded. This was going to be easier than I thought. He begun to tell me the specifics of how to find Suzie's house, and I pared close attention. As his explanation was coming to an end, a ruckus arrived in the form of three burly and angry looking men. Of course. They arrived at the bar next to me, and I briefly glanced in their direction. \"It's with the big verandah with potted plants, you can't miss-\"\n\n\"I'll have a tankard of beer, Harold.\"\n\nHarold stops explaining the way to me and turns to the man that spoke. Did he have a tattoo on his shoulder?\n\n\"Wilson, I'm not serving you again until you pay your tab, you fool. Now, get lost.\"\n\nWilson pulled out a knife and pointed of to Harold's neck.\n\n\"You serve me when I say, old man.\" He said menacingly. I had never seen such unbridled violence out in public like this, usually there are cameras all about, also in peoples eyes, nobody besides the insane or moronic actually tried something like this. It was thrilling and I took careful note.\n\nHarold frowns, \"Come on, Wilson. Not this again, you have no power here, get lost.\" I noted Harold's fear and commended him on his bravery, then looked about, it didn't seem like many people were paying attention to the scary fella wielding a knife. What a strange world I've travelled to.\n\nWilson begins to laugh, and his laugh is quite beautiful and full. Hearty even, then he tilts his head and smirks.\n\n\"I'm serious this the, Harold, you've made a fool out of me more than once and I won't take it anymore, not in front of my boys. They're thirsty, you see.\"\n\nHarold grimaces, but doesn't move, I stare at this Wilson character, my great great great grandfather was named Wilson. I watch this Wilson like a hawk and mentally note everything I can. Suddenly, the knife flicked over to me, huh...\n\n\"What are you staring at, girl?\"\n\nI watch as his murderous eyes were trained on me, picking me apart like a vulture. I blinked and did the same to him.\n\n\"You.\"\n\nHe angled the knife and moved in closer. \"Why? You wanna have some fun?\" He smiled, the scar on his forehead becoming more pronounced and his teeth were a brilliant white. The smile was fake and forced, and so I offered much of the same type of smile in return.\n\n\"Depends on what your idea of fun is.\" I say coyly, maybe I'm flirting, maybe I'm not. He always said I was attracted to danger. Maybe that's why I decided to time travel to a practically lawless civilization.\n\nWilson looked surprised, a little taken aback maybe. Perhaps he's thinking \"what's a dainty little thing like this saying a thing like that?\" I smirked. I don't think he'll see me as dainty once he sees the damage my half pen sized laser can do. Bring it on.\n\n\"I think I'll keep you.\"\n\n\"No,\" Harold interjects, \"she didn't mean to peak your fancy, she's just looking for work, please, don-.\"\n\n\"Shut your hole Harold, she's mine now.\"\n\n\"As if you could handle me,\" I say haughtily, and Harold looks at me in surprise. I cock an eyebrow. \"What? It's not like you know me just from a few sentences.\"\n\nHe laughs again, that sweet and full laugh. It's beginning to grow on me. He'd removed the knife from my throat and now threateningly points it at Harold.\n\n\"I'll return.\"\n\nHe begins to leave with his crew, beckoning me along. I begin to gravitate towards him, the danger, and I don't realize how right my brother was until the roof of the pub is ripped off by a group of strange purple dragon looking things. I don't remember these in the history books." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Three utopian societies with very different ideologies meet and are confused as to how the others can function." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Astrozian ambassador paused for a couple of seconds and then shook his head.\n\n\"I still don't get it.\"\n\n\"It's very simple. You see-\" started the Hiroting delegate. He was rudely interrupted by the representative from Oqy who chose this moment to slam his fist down on the table.\n\n\"No,\" said the angry Oqyian, \"I don't see. I can't, for the life me, understand how a society can fuction without any sort of central authority.\"\n\nMojo smiled. He knew that the Heroting society would come as quite a shock for the two outsiders. It was, after all, the only true utopia. Their cultures had shocked Mojo as well, but he was much better at hiding his bewilderment compared to his counterparts.\n\nHe tried a different approach.\n\n\"Let me tell you how our society was formed. Maybe the historical context will clear things up.\"\n\n\"Go ahead,\" the Oqyian grumbled an agreement. \"Don't take too long, though. I have to return in-\" he accessed his neural link, \"1 hour, 37 minutes and 16 seconds.\"\n\n\"I'll try,\" assured Mojo and cleared his throat.\n\n\"Only two hundred years ago, Heroting was a thriving democracy. But, while everything was good on paper, the people were unhappy because they had very little control over their lives. The representatives they chose to be their voices turned out to be greedy, manipulative bastards who only worked for the benefit of the upper class.\"\n\n\"So, on a fine August morning, a gentleman set out on a mission to free the people. He reasoned that the only way society can find its true identity is through a controlled anarchy. In order to do that, he used his incredible intelligence to form an army and take out any person or agency who had power over the people. The government was the first to go, followed by the military and the police, all corporations, all criminal organizations, even home-owners associations. Basically, any group that had a clear hierarchy was dismantled.\"\n\n\"People initially thought that he was trying to rule the country. They sent him presents and tried to swear his allegience. But he explained to them that the only thing he wanted was create a society where everyone was free and equal. When it finally clicked for everyone, hell broke loose.\"\n\nEndurint Mojo paused to take a sip of cold water. For the first time in this meeting, his two listeners were enthralled. History seemed to fascinate them. Too bad the Herotings were not interested in history at all. Mojo was an anomaly in that regard, hence his posting as ambassador.\n\n\"The first decade or so was brutal. There was no law or order and people did pretty much what you'd expect them to do. They wen't apeshit. About one fifth of the population was killed or died off due to various complications. Whenever someone tried to form a social group with a hierarchy, the gentleman sent his troops to fatally dismantle it.\"\n\nNino Zuu hadn't been the Astrozian ambassador for 15 years based on looks alone. He had a keen ear as well which had just notified him of something.\n\n\"Pardon me,\" he leaned forward, \"I couldn't help but notice that you have neglected to tell us the name of this very important 'gentleman'.\"\n\nMojo laughed. \"Yes. It's because we don't know the name ourselves. History is not at all important to the Herotings. What matters is the here and now.\"\n\nThe Oqyian frowned but Mojo pretended not to notice.\n\n\"Anyway, at one point, people realized that the only way they could continue to live is by having a completely flat social structure and the only way to do that was by agreeing on things. If there is only one side, no one needs to be at the top making decisions. Many people did not agree to this and they were all killed.\"\n\n\"Now, after over a century of refinement, we have society comprised of people who all agree with each other on everything. If you don't, you're exiled. If you try to upset the system, you're killed. Simple. Who needs a president? Or laws?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, but I still find it absurd that you call Heroting a utopia,\" Ansock 29BF1 blurted out. Oqyians were usually direct in their thoughts and actions and 29BF1 was no exception.\n\n\"Really?\" Mojo raised his eyebrows. \"That's rich coming from someone whose society is ruled by rob-\"\n\nALERT! ALERT! INCOMING ATTACK CRAFT!\n\n\t\n\n\"Gentlemen,\" the Astrozian stood up, \"it seems that we shall have to continue our conversation at ground level. I know we decided to have this discussion on neutral territory, but our common enemy seems to have robbed us of that privilege.\"\n\nThe others, while not very pleased with the turn of events, knew that staying in orbit during an attack was suicide. They begrudgingly nodded in agreement.\n\n\"Cheer up,\" said Zuu, \"Astrozia is a fantastic place, a 'true' utopia, so to speak,\" he smirked at his counterparts. \"His Royal Highness King Dou will be pleased to meet you.\"\n\n\"I still don't understand how you can have a utopia with a king,\" said Mojo, but the orbital platform had started accelerating and his companions were already moving toward their secured pods.\n\nZuu turned around for a moment and waved. \"You'll see for yourself soon enough, my friend. Welcome to the glorious planet of the Kingdom of Astrozia.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Living furnace? Good with money? Paid in meat? It seems dragons are the perfect food service employees!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jerabin the red dragon opened his gaping mouth of white daggers and shot out a roaring burst of blinding flame, cooking the burgers perfectly. Hissing patties always put a big dragon smile on his face, but angry, yelling customers did not.\n\n\"Hey Mr. Lizard Manager. You didn't' get my order right!\"\n\nJerabin turned his huge head and focused a slitted eye onto the little round woman. \"So sorry,\" he hissed politely. \"Please, allow me to fix that for you.\"\n\nTwo claws as big as railroad spikes carefully plucked the food bag from the unhappy customer's chubby hand as his scaly tail whipped-forth, with her new bag. She accepted the bag, then checked. Inside was a freshly made 'cheeseburger, with no cheese', as she had ordered.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she said, shortly.\n\n\"Hope you enjoy,\" boomed the dragon as he watched the customer walk away, greatly desiring to telepathically destroy that mentally deficient woman. But Jerabin, being of pragmatic dragon blood, calmed himself. He understood the damage to profits that would result. And besides, the fry alarm was going off.\n\nIn the main seating area of the restaurant, in a booth, sat the franchise owner and his visiting friend. They had watched the exchange between the dragon and the unhappy customer. \"That right there was the only hard part about training the dragon to be a shift manager.\"\n\n\"What was?\" asked the friend.\n\n\"Teaching him to deal with upset customers,\" replied the owner.\n\nThe owner's friend looked the resplendent beast up and down. \"I could see that as a problem,\" he agreed. \"So why did you train him? I mean, besides the novelty of having a dragon as your employee.\"\n\n\"Lots of reasons. Firstly, see how orderly all the employees are?\"\n\n\"I do. And the place is really clean. Are they motivated because they're frightened for their lives?\"\n\n\"It's because he's telepathic.\"\n\n\"The dragon controls his employees with his mind?\" The friend nodded appreciatively.\n\n\"No, that's actually really inefficient,\" the owner said, knowingly. \"What his telepathic ability does is make him a very effective communicator, also we never have headset problems on his shift. Although there are drawbacks with his mental powers.\"\n\n\"Really? What kinds of drawbacks?\"\n\n\"I had to tell him to stop reading the customers' minds. He kept giving them what they wanted, not what they ordered. You'd be surprised how mad some people get when they get what they really want.\"\n\nJerabin the manager dragon was stocking the large soda cups when he noticed the owner and his friend sitting out on the floor. The dragon smiled and waved to them. They waved back. Then, looking beyond the owner and his friend, through the restaurant's large window, across the street to the other burger joint, Jerabin saw the a silver dragon wearing the other place's fast food uniform, staring back at him from behind its own counter.\n\nThe owner saw the dragon-staredown, and sighed heavily. \"So this is the newest problem,\" he said to his friend.\n\n\"Are they not friends?\"\n\n\"They're competitors. That's our competitor restaurant across the street.\"\n\n\"Is that bad? I thought competition is good for business?\"\n\n\"Usually it is. But I'm a bit worried about what will happen when dragons get involved in a fast food war.\"\n\nFrowning, Jerabin huffed two bursts of flame, then, narrowing his eyes at his competitor dragon across the street, took a tasty bite of the hot and fresh chicken strip he had just cooked." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: While waiting for the superhero to arrive to capture them, the supervillain decides to have a chat with the mayor they took hostage about several grivances they have." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sherlock Harms, a cybernetic evil detective, stood idly in the mayor's office, gazing ahead out the window at the raindrops cascading down the window. The Mayor, hands tied to his chair, took a breath.\n\nThe clock in the office quietly ticked.\n\n\"... Hehm.\" The Mayor cleared his throat.\n\n\"Beg pardon?\" Sherlock asked, focusing a cybernetic eye on the Mayor, who startled back into cognizance.\n\n\"Oh? Nothing. I was clearing my throat. Can you let me go? I have to go to the bathroom.\"\n\n\"No, I told you, if you needed to go, you could have gone before I tied you up. You're going to have to wait until ..\" Sherlock sighed, \"Blastfist gets here.\"\n\n\"But I didn't need to go then.\" The Mayor insisted. \"I gotta go now. I have an excitable bladder and we got a new water cooler today!\"\n\nSherlock sighed.\n\nOutside of the bathroom door, Sherlock looked at his pocket watch. The toilet flushed, and the Mayor stepped out.\n\nBack in the office, the Mayor stared at Sherlock and scrunched his face slightly. \"I don't know why you keep doing this. Laying out your despicable plans and such, and mysteries. Blastfist isn't even that much of a mystery solving kind of hero, anyway.\"\n\nSherlock crossed his arms. \"Look, I don't come to your office and tell you how to do your job.\"\n\n\"But you came in here and tied me up and read a list of demands! You do this every few months! You very much tell me how to do my job.\"\n\n\"Well, maybe if you did a better job at it, I wouldn't continually take you hostage!\"\n\n\"That's victim blaming!\"\n\n\"I'm a super criminal, I don't have the moral high ground! You will comply with my demands or so help me, I ..\" Sherlock sighed, rubbing his face.\n\n\"I'm powerless in the hands of the city bureaucracy! I can't do anything without talking to my deputy mayor and then getting a referral over from the proper division!\"\n\n\"That's what you said last time! Oh, my hands are tied, oh, that's so rich, it frees you from the obligation of actually doing anything!\"\n\n\"Maybe if you forward your complaints to the city council, we have monthly meetings! My husband made lemon squares for the last one!\"\n\n\"I don't WANT to go through the process! I want solutio--\"\n\nThe door kicked open, and both turned in surprise to a Tank-Girl looking woman with an oversized robotic right arm, which she blasted forward and punched Sherlock with, sending him careening into the mayor's desk with a sickening crack and flying out the window into the sidewalk two stories below.\n\n\"Oh, wow! You made it just in time, Blastfist! Thank you for saving me! How did you ever know he held me hostage?\"\n\n\"I dunno, there was just a big pile of clues he left behind and I just sorta guessed.\" She said flatly, looking out the window at the seriously wounded supervillain squirming on the bloody sidewalk. \"What did he want? Money, power?\"\n\nThe Mayor shook his head.\n\n\"He wanted to get a pothole fixed on 11th and Wolfe.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You are a Roman gladiator. After being the crowd's favorite for years, you're suddenly transported without warning into an arena hosted by a powerful alien empire. They are looking for new contestants, and you fit the bill perfectly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am home.\n\nThe walls are tall, and the pillars cast long shadows across the dusty ground like the mighty legs of the Titans from legend. The air is rich with perfume of battle, and thrumming with the cheers of my thousands of house guests.\n\nAs their host, I wear my best, and look my best. Leather, and bronze, and steel, all polished and oiled. I would say I slaved over my equipment as well as my body, but nowadays the servants maintain my metal's shine. Perks of being the master of this house.\n\nI close my eyes to bathe in the warm sun and the chanting of my name, all to steel my mind to properly entertain my guests. They are hungry for action, noise, and blood; I shall fill their bellies, or die trying. They chant for several minutes while I stand in the middle of my circle, loud enough to conceal the sound of the dance partner's door opening. I know he has appeared, as my guest's chants turn to howling jeers and hisses.\n\nAs I open my eyes to gaze upon my prey, I am greeted not by the warm glow of the Emperor's sun, but by a white hot, searing light. He insults me! Using polished shields to blind opponents is a tool of tricksters and scheming bottom-feeders; I will relish watering my floor with his blood.\n\nThe light fades, and I am no longer home. The sun is gone, or somehow split into eight smaller, colder flames. My home's beautiful marble walls and colored banners of my previous triumphs are instead replaced by what looks like unpolished metal.\n\nMy guests, my cherished people are gone as well. Twisted, bloated, writhing shapes are in their place, looking akin to a recently jostled feeding trough for the pigs. Their... cheers? are jumbled and rattling, speaking in tongues I've never heard before, if they were actually speaking.\n\nI stood in the cool, dry air, feeling like freak on display, with a menagerie as the attendees. Even with my trusty leather, bronze, and steel, I feel the stares of thousands of ugly, freakishly shaped eyes boring into my skin. I grip the handle of my trusty gladius tightly. Am I in the afterlife? Has Dīs Pater taken me already? I felt no bite of steel, nor ache of disease...\n\nA door slides open, and the unholy cavalcade of noise shifts to a fever pitch. From this darkened opening steps forth a creature the likes of which I've never seen before. It walks like a blighted man, but has the fur of a beast, mixed with the scales of a serpent.\n\nMy eyes meet with its own, all four of them, and it made a battle cry like that of an ox, mixed with a panther. It bears items in its hands; jagged blades of oddly colored metal or stone, and no others follow in its place... From all of this strangeness, I feel something familiar. Am I the dance partner?\n\nI hear the blood in my ears, thumping like my own personal war drums. I draw my gladius, barely hearing the joyous song it sings from being unsheathed, then thump its handle and my bronze vambrace against my chestplate to ring my reply.\n\nIt charges. But I am ready. This time I'm the one who hungers. I briefly wonder what color my sword will be by the time this is over, then charge in to meet the head of this house.\n\nThis is not my home, but not for long." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You've been dating a superhero for three months and they finally decided to show you their real face under the mask. Turns out, they're definitely not your type." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wind swept my hair back as The Strand carried me to the top of the skyscraper, flying at less than half her top flight speed. The experience never ceased to amaze me considering I was so much larger than her; taller, more broad, and though I don’t like to admit it… much heavier. By all accounts her thin arms shouldn’t be able to support me, much less lift me effortlessly, but by now it had become a regular occurrence.\n\nShe landed softly along the edge of the roofline, letting down my legs from her arms so we can stand together. She fought crime in a flowy skirt, and while I knew it was to conceal her movements just enough to give her an edge in combat, I couldn’t help but feel it helped conceal her identity just as much as her mask. Between the city lights and the bright light of the full moon, her silhouette clung to a faint, multicolored halo as if she was popping right out of a comic book.\n\nThe whole experience of being in a relationship with a super hero was surreal, though the truly surreal feeling was the emergence of love. I hadn’t had that before; certainly I had feelings of attraction, lust, and friendship, but never intimacy.\n\n“I brought you up here because there is something I wanted to talk to you about.” Her voice was sweet with a slight rasp; fighting crime in NYC for years had not shed her of mild southern drawl. “I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while, and I want us to be more than hero and citizen. I want the real us to be together.”\n\nThe Strand had hinted before that she felt a degree of separation because her identity could not be revealed, but I was shocked that she trusted me enough with this kind of vulnerability. Maybe she would have been more weary had I been a public figure, or rich, or another super. But I was a nobody with no power or access to turn her trust against her.\n\n“Before you say anything, turn around and wait until I can say that you can look.”\n\nI obeyed, keeping my mouth shut but I couldn’t help that my mind was racing. I hear the ruffles of her skirt rustling, gloves coming off, the zip of a duffel bag. “Okay, you can look.”\n\nI turn around to see long blond hair, a well fitting t-shirt, yoga pants, running shoes, and her arm coming up to remove her mask. The familiar sound of adhesive unsticking revealed how she kept the mask on, but I couldn’t have imagined what else would be revealed.\n\nUnder the mask, I knew her heart. Loving, caring, desperate to help those in need. I had no idea she was as beautiful on the outside as she was in the inside.\n\nThe colors of the city playing off of her face should have filled me with glee, but instead my heart sank. Anxiety was taking over. I had never been with such a perfect woman before, and no one would think a 6-on-a-good-day could realistically maintain a relationship with a solid 11. Dread took me over, knowing people would talk if they saw us together, the expectation of how other men would look at her when we were out in public. Thousands of images flooded my brain, reminding me that I had failed relationships with women where looks didn’t affect our compatibility whatsoever. How would I manage the juxtaposition of a schlub like me being with an angel like her on top of all the other stresses a relationship will throw at you?\n\nA single tear rolled down my face as we embraced as people for the first time. She saw it as relief, happiness for the chance to see her for the first time as who she really was on a regular day. But I knew that was a farce. I had already began mourning the end of a relationship barely begun." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You are the monster that hides in the shadows of a child's bedroom. You watch and wait and worry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Scritch. Scratch. My claws swept over the edge of the bed, my ears perked. Waiting, listening for the tiny gasp. The slight jerk of the bed as he tensed his body. Nothing. The bed was still. Weird.\n\nCould he be sleeping? But he should still be awake. I slithered out the under of the bed, shifting behind the wooden wardrobe. I knocked on the wardrobe, trying to catch the attention of the small human once more. Again, except for the chattering of the mice in their homes below, there was no reaction.\n\nHad the time come? The age of blooming? When he has seen horrors beyond what we are? My vision blurred. The very core of my existence shook. But I recovered quickly. There was no way. He was still too young. Way too young.\n\nConcerned, I extended my head out slightly. Just enough to see the bed. Nothing. The usual contour of the blankets, trembling and shivering slightly at the hint of my possible existence, was flat.\n\nThen, it struck me. He was late. LATE. LATE. LATE.\n\nI began to became conscious of the tick-tocking of the alarm clock. The roars of the cars outside were drowned out. Only the sound from the alarm clock, the chirp of the insects, and oddly enough, the silence in the room could be heard. Yes, the silence.\n\nYou may have never heard it before, but silence has a sound. It produces a sound, a chirp, a hum. I can not place a finger on it, but silence has a sound. A sound that has always been oddly enchanting. But not tonight. Even for a creature like me, the silence tonight had a gray feel to it.\n\nMy thoughts flashed back to the situation at hand. Jamie. Jamie. Where was he? Could he have moved to another room? My existence too scary to handle? But he knows not, that I would do him no harm, not in his dreams, nor here. Still he runs from me, too scared of me. Was it my appearance? Or was it instinct? No matter, to keep him running was my job. To keep him afraid, my duty. Even though I wish to embrace him, more so than anyone else.\n\nIt was getting dark. Truly dark. A darkness darker than night. One that consumes things. Everything. My heart thumped as I realised the direness of the situation.\n\nI zipped out of his room, swathes of black wisp coming from my body as I was punished for breaking the ancient rules. The pain was blinding. Even the sun did not hurt as much. My very existence was crumbling. But I was desperate. Tears of black from my eyes evaporated, and mixed into the disintegrating matter from my body, all while a mysterious force from the room tugged at my body.\n\nThen I saw it. The large wooden door. I threw myself on it. Thud. Too soft. The pull was getting stronger now. Once more, I mustered all of my strength, bearing the scalding pain from my skin, defying the suffocating pull of the invisible leash, and threw myself onto the door. THUD.\n\nFinally, I could feel the last of my strength leaving my body. Almost instantly, I was hauled back into Jamie’s room, and threw into a corner of the room, knocking out all of the breath I had left in my body. But it was fine. The deed was done. The big ones now knew. The dark swirled around before my eyes as I curled my smouldering body into a ball, as the pain claimed the last of my consciousness.\n\nWhen I came to, all I heard were the sirens. Loud and blaring. The strings of my heart tensed once more. Did they fail? Had Jamie been claimed? Dragging my ruined body across the floor, I peered through the window. A crying woman. A man with his arms around her. No boy. No child. Police roaming the area. I could hear it, the shattering of my heart. And worse, I could hear the mocking laugh of the silence, and the hint of cruelty beneath it. And I knew, I had failed." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: You're good at missing. You're so good to the point that you can throw something to the ground you're standing on and miss. You've lived like this for your whole life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I learned how to fly today.\n\nAs a kid I was always chosen last for sports. I'd kick the ball 10 meters away from the goal, and couldn't play catch to save my life. That's how all this started; at first minor things like missing throws. Then I wasn't able to put food into my own mouth, and just ended up stabbing my own cheek. The first time I tried driving I crashed into a lamppost while aiming for the exit. Aiming for the lamppost later in an attempt to end up on the exit resulted in me flying off the road completely. So my parents have had to really take care of me. I went from \"spatially unaware\" to \"accident prone\" to \"hazardous to myself and others.\" Now I'm seventeen and sick of it. I can't even walk through doors without help, and video games are impossible. At sixteen I planned long and hard, everything within my head because I'd end up drawing on my desk instead of paper and misplace my notes. So on my seventeenth birthday, today, I got my parents to take me skydiving. I was attached to another person, of course, and they were informed to make sure I landed safely.\n\nWhen the plane door opened I started to have second thoughts, mostly from my stomach churning. But I'd always wanted to go skydiving- and this was my lucky chance. I took a deep breath, and opened mouth to declare how ready I was- but was already weightless, seeing the ground spread out before me.\n\nI screamed in elation. The rush of the wind and the speed was exhilarating; I was high on adrenaline.\n\nIt was about time to open the parachute, but it wasn't open. I felt the tandem instructor shuffle around. Maybe they needed the reserve parachute.\n\nBut soon I realized we were definitely too close. I might die from hitting the ground. From that height, more likely a definitely die.\n\nHow crazy would it be to miss the ground, right? Even though the view was pretty, I shut my eyes, and extended my arms and legs in an attempt to control or slow the fall.\n\nA long time passed, and I still felt wind roaring around me. I cracked open my eyes. Through the motion sickness and fear, I managed to see I was going SIDEWAYS, parallel to the earth.\n\nI had managed to miss the ground! And I was slowing down, very slowly. I caught glimpses of faces eventually, and trying to stop on the skirt of a pier landed me into a bay. Ships were around, and the instructor and I were rescued. The poor instructor looked to be in shock, and I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't as surprised as I thought I should be.\n\nA severe looking woman on the boat walked up to me and put a business card in my pocket, then another in my hand.\n\n\"I think I have a job for you; a well paying one that uses your condition to your advantage.\"\n\n\"What condition?\" I stammered, still dripping wet.\n\n\"Missing,\" she smiled. \"It's very rare. But there are other people, with... conditions. Your parents have tried to hide you from us, since the job is dangerous, but it's your choice. Would you like to try?\"\n\nAn extremely cryptic job offer that was potentially dangerous. That was more appealing than it should be. But more importantly...\n\n\"A use for missing? Finally. Count me in!\"\n\n(Yes I took the miss the ground thing from hitchhiker's guide.)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 600-700 words. Prompt: Tell me a story. Difficulty: No dialogue, only actions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her fingers tapped a quick, fidgety beat on the counter. A nervous tick on anyone else with the current backdrop of a man screaming in the other room, but merely a sign of impatience for her.\n\nThe kitchen was nice. Rather minimalist as with most of the rest of the house, except for the vase on the counter and the picture frame in front of it. In stark contrast to his expensive and gorgeous vase collection in the cabinet in his living room(his one other indulgence in design), the vase was cheap clay. Its only value lay in the paint covering it, a child's sloppy work painting kittens and hearts. In the picture frame stood the man, a woman, and a little girl between them holding a puppy. They looked happy. She just felt sad.\n\nIt wasn't that she wanted that kind of family. She already had the only family she needed, and she was well on her way to retrieving the single missing person. But, well.\n\nCarefully, she reached out to turn the frame around.\n\nJust as she finished, the screaming reached the crescendo she had been waiting for. She pursed her lips to whistle a high note, and immediately the growls of her pet settled down. Only the man's whimpering remained. When she whistled again, her pet growled again, this time accompanied by the sound of the man scrambling to stand up, and then the both of them walking out to the kitchen. This routine had played out enough times with other men that she only pointed in the direction of the nearest bathroom, directing him out to allow him to find his first aid kit. The damage her pet had done to his hand and arm would not be fatal, but she wasn't interested in listening to him panic as he bled.\n\nAs he scampered away, she clicked her tongue for her pet. Immediately it was at her side, gaping maw drooling eagerly. Its reward was a few scratches behind the ridges on the back of its head, where it really liked being scratched, and then a treat from the bag she had brought with her.\n\nIt jumped on the counter. She rubbed its neck. They waited.\n\nEventually the man came back out. Defeated, as they always were. When he hesitated she snapped her fingers, suddenly impatient once more. He made an aborted gesture towards the hall leading to his study, mumbled something incoherent. With a roll of her eyes, she sighed and got up to follow him.\n\nAnother picture of the family sat beside his computer. He was fortunate she had decided to wait until they were both gone for the day. Multiple hostages at once tended to make her pet antsy.\n\nThe USB drive was in a combination locked drawer. It would have been simple enough for her partner to retrieve it if he weren't such a lazy bastard, but they were also here to send a message. If she cared anymore, she would have felt bad for this poor, ignorant man. His boss had completely failed to even warn him to watch out for her.\n\nShe returned his phone to the man as she left the house, prize in hand. There was no fear in it being a fake. Not with how dust had gathered on that drawer, the study being the one place not meticulously cleaned. Not with how he had reacted to the sight of her, and then of her pet.\n\nHer partner sat grinning in the driver's seat of the getaway car, giving her increasingly smug looks as she first let her pet into the back seat and then swung into the passenger's side next to him. Rolling her eyes again as he started to hum, she pushed his face forward to the road and held it there until he began to drive.\n\n((EDIT: added in a sentence I had managed to omit from the second to last paragraph.))" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 700-800 words. Prompt: To preserve their memory, an extinct extra-galactic civilization sent out databases to every planet they suspected of having life or capable of developing it. Earth just got theirs after millenia of transit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Skye sipped her coffee as she contemplated the alien writing before her. The language had been hard to translate, especially with no common reference points in any human language to use, and she still wasn't certain she had a full understanding. Given the volume of text, however, she thought she had a pretty good idea of what was being said.\n\n\"You realize too much of that is bad for our baby, right,\" a voice said from behind her. Skye turned away from the display to look towards her husband, Garrett, as he stepped into the room, setting down a bag of take-out on the table.\n\n\"It's decaf,\" she replied, taking another sip before resting the mug on her gravid belly. Despite the strain of standing on her feet so late into her pregnancy, she found it actually helped her concentrate. \"You of all people should know that, you made it for me this morning.\"\n\nGarrett walked up behind her and placed his hands under her stomach. \"Eight hours ago,\" he replied, nuzzling his face into her shoulder. \"It's five in the afternoon, you're supposed to be on maternity leave. Don't you get tired?\"\n\nSkye kissed Garrett on his temple, then walked forward. \"Yeah, it's just that I've been focusing in on this.\"\n\nGarrett followed Skye's gaze as she stopped just in front of the board. A set of symbols was circled, which she was staring at. \"The Lacaran language,\" he asked.\n\n\"Mhm,\" Skye mumbled as she sipped her coffee yet again. \"This phrase in particular,\" she tapped on the highlighted symbols using her free hand.\n\nGarrett followed Skye forward, stopping beside her.\n\n\"What does it say,\" he asked.\n\n\"Well it's hard to translate directly,\" she said. \"It's communicating a lot of ideas for such a short phrase. The closest thing we could say in English would be 'pass from memory,' referring to one's self, one's self is passing from memory. But I can't determine the precise meaning.\"\n\n\"'Pass from memory,'\" Garrett said. \"What, you mean like death?\"\n\nSkye shrugged. \"Maybe.\" She sipped her coffee. \"But the phrase immediately following it,\" she tapped on a set of symbols below, \"refers to multitudes, as in many selves.\"\n\n\"Many selves passing from memory,\" Garrett asked. He scratched his chin as he considered the phrase. \"Maybe they are referring to an extinction event?\"\n\nSkye nodded. \"That's one possibility,\" she said. She then looked down to her abdomen, rubbing it with her free hand.\n\n\"What is it,\" Garrett asked.\n\nSkye sighed. \"Thinking about the possible translations of the Lacaran language has gotten me thinking about the future. Not our future, just humanity's future in general.\" She looked back up to the text. \"Let's just follow this line of reasoning and say that the Lacarans went extinct.\"\n\nGarrett turned around. \"That's a bit of a logical leap, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Not necessarily,\" Skye replied. \"They sent this probe out with presumably their entire history encoded within its design. The text refers to a passing of many selves from memory. I don't think it's that big a leap.\"\n\n\"We're still making a lot of assumptions here,\" Garrett said simply, \"but, okay, let's see where this takes us. So the Lacarans went extinct, and you're contemplating what that means for our future as a species?\"\n\n\"Exactly,\" Skye said. \"It can be said matter-of-factly that there are a finite number of generations in any given species' time in this universe. The Lacarans knew, or at least suspected that they were approaching their limit, so they sent these probes out to prevent themselves from passing from memory. What does that say about Humanity's future? How many generations do we have left?\" She turned to Garrett. \"Might our baby be among that last generation? Might our baby's baby? Maybe that time is so far in the future that I'm just worrying about nothing?\"\n\nGarrett looked Skye in the eyes, then knelt down, his hands resting on the sides of her belly. \"Skye,\" he said. \"I know what you're thinking right now. The world is going to shit, and you're worried about our little accident here not having a future worth living. But why do you think you decided to keep them when I wanted you to get an abortion? Because you have hope that the future will be worth living. And you're right, someday the last person will be born, but we live at the very beginning of human history, not it's end. Think like that for me, for us.\" He patted Skye's belly. \"Will you?\"\n\nSkye cracked a smile, then helped him back to his feet. \"You give the worst pep talks,\" she said. \"You know that?\"\n\nGarrett cracked a smile as well. \"Yeah, of course I know that.\" They both laughed. \"Come on,\" Garrett said. \"Take-out's getting cold.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Death felt a flicker of fear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Death could not recall, in all its existence, feeling afraid. The man before him now was dying, that was assured, no one would survive his wounds. But he had something live for, and despite not realizing it, this man had the power of words.\n\nEven in the beginning, when all that existed were two entities, the Creator, who created the Light Bringer and the General and all the divine hosts, and the Unmaker, Death itself, there were power in words. Death had been bored then, expanding through the endless vastness. The Creator had been by its side the entire while. They had grown fond of each other's company in the endless times, but both grew bored with the emptiness, the lack of activity. So as a gift, the Creator created words, a simple device that could do his work.\n\n\"Let there be Light.\" The Creator had said into the nothingness. They were the first words spoken, and Death was astounded. Death wanted something for itself, something it could hold or shape or control. So Death approached the Creator with a request.\n\n\"Of course my friend. Wherever light does not reach, darkness and shadow shall reign. That is your kingdom.\" The Creator explained to Death. Death then looked out to the nothingness and found that, true to the words, darkness had touched whatever the light had not reached or could not reach. Death was pleased at this gift and the Creator was pleased at Death's pleasure.\n\nTime came and went, after its creation. The Creator created the Lightbringer and the Hornblower and all their brothers and all the countless seraphim in his hosts. Death asked if the Creator could create a people for itself. The Creator declined, stating they were flawed. But the Creator worked tirelessly, attempting to create something beautiful enough to give his greatest friend. In the end, he modelled the creation off of his preferred likeness, and named him Man. The Lightbringer was not pleased with these new creations and was cast down, into the bowels of a great prisoner. Death comforted the Creator then, betrayed by his eldest child.\n\nTime came and went again, and found that Man grew lonely. So the Creator, inspired by his eldest friend and oldest companion, gave Man a companion and named her Woman. She stayed by man's side and together, they learned words. They learned to love and to lie and to create through pen and tongue. They bore children and grew old. Eventually, the Creator approached Death.\n\n\"They have lived long lives. They have seen great wonders and enjoyed their time together. But it is time I gave them to you.\" He told Death. Death understood and took the beings, frail and sick, into the folds of night. There they were strong and healthy for all time, safe from any that would harm them. They were afraid when the time came, but Death was gentle.\n\nOver time this happened again and again. Each time, the Creator created them, let them live their lives and eventually, they would be taken into by Death. They were gifts, from two lovers that could never be. Something beautiful given, something protected and cherished for forever.\n\nNow Death stood ready to collect another soul to be taken. He fought struggled against her gentle grip, but she did not relent. The man stared at his assailant and knew that should Death take him, Death would follow for his family. Then, for the first time since the beginning, Death felt a flicker of fear. Words, true words spoken from the deepest parts of his soul, filled with the same power the Creator had used to call the light into existence so long ago rang through the air.\n\n\"You won't hurt them. I don't care what happens.\" The man said through gritted teeth in his agony. \"You won't hurt them. You can't stop me. Death can't stop me. God can't stop me.\"\n\nDeath hesitated. The words had power. The words were true. This man had possession of free will. With those words, she could not stop him. She saw the man rise, and another gun shot rang through the night. His children screamed, held by their mother. The gunman had fired again, the fifth time that night. But the man did not relent. He was a man of his word. The gunman could not stop him. God could not stop him. She could not stop this man from protecting his family. She was in the way of that goal. For the first time since the beginning, Death was afraid." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 800-900 words. Prompt: You're at a waterpark and go down their newest slide. You end up in a place you've never seen before" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I landed in a heap upon a bed of straw.\n\n“Ma!” A grime covered boy called. “Another!”\n\n“Get away from him!” The Ma hollered at her little one, who hurried over to her. Presently, he huddled behind her skirts.\n\n“Git!” She yelled at me, eye brows slanted downward. She hefted a pitchfork. “Back up the tunnel!”\n\nTurning back, I saw the tunnel through which I came. A small trickle of red fluid flowed out. The trickle came forth, branching into smaller rivers which again branched into capillary beds, where they saturated the earth.\n\nMa approached with ferocity, stabbing the three prongs in my direction.\n\n“Please,” I said, still in my swim suit. “What is going on? Where am I?”\n\n“Trespassing! On my land! Not again! The last one caused enough trouble. He came rolling through town, deflowering those seeking marriage, only to move on, not deigning to propose to any of our girls.” Ma replied, her grip tightening on her pitch fork.\n\n“I already have a girl back home, in my home town.” I said. “Look, I’m just trying to get back home.”\n\n“Good! Go back!” Ma reiterated. “You’re not welcome here! You tunnel demons, why won’t you leave us alone?”\n\n“It was an accident.” I began, before realizing they would never believe I was on a water slide.\n\nThey were simple farming folk. Likely had never seen a water slide. Likely bathed in rivers. Maybe they’d never seen electricity. Maybe this realm contained something… more.\n\n“Can I have him, Ma?” The little boy asked.\n\nMa ignored him, keeping her eyes on me, as though she thought I might try something. And truly, I might have tried. I feared for my life in that pathetic swine of a village.\n\nI feared what could happen. Would I be trapped with these simple, likely illiterate folk? Would i be forever trapped to live my life in toil? To farm or raise animals or whatever other meager work I could take up to survive?\n\nThis perilous end in mind, I considered lunging. It would be easy. If I could just grab the boy, I could hold him hostage. Then I’d tell Ma to give me the fork.\n\nThen… kill them? Run? I could see now way out of this maze.\n\n“Don’t try it!” Ma must have read my thoughts. “John, go inside! Send out Pa!”\n\nPresently my bones turned to lead, as I feared what Pa may be capable of.\n\nSuddenly a commotion sprung behind me.\n\nAnother human fell out of the tunnel, a heap among the straw.\n\n“Both of you! Both of you go back!” Ma screeched. “No more! We will have no more! We do not have any more food!”\n\n“Maggie, dear, it’s okay.” A hefty man approached. “Hello, folks, Vernon Mathew, nice to meet you folks. First, let me apologize for the life you have lost. There will be plenty of time to grieve after introductions.”\n\nHe waved his arm in a welcoming gesture.\n\n“Come on.” He said. “You two come join us for supper.”\n\n“No!” Maggie screamed. “We can’t support another of your pets!”\n\n“Maggie, dear, please.” Vernon said. “What would we have done if those before us had treated us similarly? What if they stabbed us when we fell out of the tunnel? What if they demanded we go back? You know it is impossible. We must do the right thing, love.”\n\nMaggie’s bottom lip trembled.\n\n“No.” She said, still hefting the fork.\n\n“Maggie, these men are not Charles. Years have passed. We must try to learn to trust again.” Vernon pleaded.\n\n“Never.” Maggie said bitterly. “Never! Not until Vernon Jr can claw his way back to the surface! Not until his heart beats and his skin is soft and warm! Never, Vernon. Never again.”\n\n“Maggie, please.” Vernon began.\n\nTo my eternal surprise, Maggie whirled on her husband, hefting the fork towards him.\n\n“Don’t you start.” Maggie threatened.\n\nVernon instantly raised his hands in a sort of surrender.\n\n“Fuck you, Vern.” Maggie said. “Fuck all of you. You fucking… opportunist! You feel lucky, don’t you? Chance to be king and queen of our own shitty little town! How lucky!”\n\n“It wasn’t like that!” Vernon said. “You know this was random! You said you came through when walking your dogs, how could I have planned to come here? I love you Maggie. I love our family. Please, put down the fork.”\n\n“I don’t.” Maggie plainly said. “I don’t love you. I don’t love this family. I hate this ‘home’.”\n\nShe began sobbing.\n\n“I miss my mom!” She wailed. “I want my mom.”\n\nShe dropped her shoulders in utter defeat, letting her fingers unclasp. The fork fell to the floor.\n\nVernon approached with arms extended. Maggie leaped into them.\n\n“I’m sorry, Vern.” Maggie bawled.\n\n“It’s okay, Mags. I love you. It’s okay. I know this is hard. I want my mom too.” Vernon comforted.\n\nBy now the other guy that fell from the tunnel and I felt very uncomfortable. I did not want to intrude further.\n\n“Come on.” I held my hand out to the man that fell in after me, a middle aged man with red hair. “Let’s go look around.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: this wasn't supposed to happen... We accused her as a joke... She wasn't supposed to react like this... She wasn't supposed to be an actual WITCH!!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Held up by tree branches, and with bugs crawling over their skin, the witch hunters looked at the woman they had accused.\n\n\"You know, it's funny,\" the woman said, \"No one has ever figured out a real witch's identity. But now we have an issue.\"\n\n\"I- we're sorry,\" the leader of the group cried.\n\n\"Yeah, I know,\" the woman said, then sighed, \"Look, I know you're scared, left alone in a world you do not understand, and that does not care for you. But who do you think kept your village safe for all these years?\"\n\n\"S- safe?\" the leader asked, \"F- fr- from what?\"\n\n\"This,\" the woman answered, pulled a small tub of salve from her bag, and approached the men. They turned away as best as they could and closed their eyes, before feeling something cold on their eyelids.\n\n\"What is this?\" the leader asked, as he opened his eyes again and saw a deer-like creature stand behind the woman.\n\n\"A magic salve,\" the woman answered, \"It allows you to see spirits, like this harvest spirit here. Every year, I ask it and its family to bless the fields, so the people have enough to eat. Sometimes, I fight off bad omens. Other times, I enchant the well so it doesn't dry up.\"\n\n\"So, you're not evil?\" the leader of the witch hunters asked, and the woman let out a laugh.\n\n\"Please, don't flatter yourself,\" the woman said, \"If I had ill will towards you, we would not be having this conversation right now.\"\n\n\"Again, we are so terribly sorry,\" the leader said, and the others nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the branches let go of them, and the men fell to their knees.\n\n\"Like I said, I know,\" the woman said, \"But that still leaves us with the issue of how to proceed. Now that my identity is revealed, I must leave this place, and that means the fields will go barren, and the well will dry up, and disease will befall the people.\" The men clambered back to their feet.\n\n\"Wa- wait, what?\" the leader asked, \"What does this have to do with that?\"\n\n\"Sorry, witch's code,\" the witch answered, \"No one living in the town I protect can know of my identity. Normally I'd kill you, but since you seem nice enough, I'll let you live.\" She turned around, and the men looked amongst each other.\n\n\"No, wait,\" the leader said and pulled out a knife, \"If we have to die for our village, then we don't deserve to live.\" Just before the men could slit their throats, the witch's magic seized their blades, and she turned around again.\n\n\"Looks like you really mean it,\" the witch said, \"Alright, I'll stay.\" The men gave her confused looks, not sure what she was talking about.\n\n\"Bu- but the code,\" the leader said, \"What about that?\"\n\n\"Rule one of dealing with witches,\" the witch said, \"Never believe something about witches a witch tells you willingly. Now get home, and stop harassing random people.\" Using her magic, she sheathed their blades again, then pulled her broom out of her bag, which had no business fitting something of that length, and rode off into the night." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Ever since childhood, you have always seemed to be forgotten by others. Whether it be invitations to parties or being picked for the kickball team, people never fail to glaze past you. What seemed to be a curse in childhood is now a long-sought for power." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was always the same. Last picked for dodgeball in elementary school. Last picked as a lab partner in high school. Never picked for an interview when searching for work.\n\nMy mom, bless her, told me once, \"It's okay, hun. You just have one of those faces.\" This was at my own seventh birthday, when no one showed up. Not even my older brother, who was having more fun getting drunk in a field with his friends. My parents told him he could go, forgetting about the birthday plans that never came to be.\n\nI never knew what it meant to \"have one of those faces.\" I used to stare into the bathroom mirror, looking at myself, and wondering. What makes this one of the faces? My life was pretty awful. No friends. No real life achievements. Just passing through life unnoticed and unwanted.\n\nUntil he came into power.\n\nI never really understood American elections. I mean, I understand how they work just never understood the voters. After several years of party fighting between the Democrats and Republicans a dark horse candidate came out of no where. Americans were tired of the fighting. Tired of the hate and vitriol. And then along come Jeffery Anderson.\n\nJeffery was one of those tech billionaires. He made his money inventing some app that could track your friends, HangMob. The whole idea was that if you knew where your friends were, you could just hang out whenever you were nearby. I never got around to installing it. Didn't have any friends.\n\nJeffery was a charismatic guy. He could speak to crowds of thousands and there would be just silence as everyone listened to his every word. He ran with the campaign to do a major election overhaul. He was going to fix all the problems the American system had and put something better, fairer in place. The people ate it up and he won with a landslide. And he made good on his promises.\n\nJeffery embraced technology like no other government before. Every American citizen was issued a new unique ID card. This ID was a part of every day life. Anything you wanted from the government you had to present your ID. Driver's licenses. Loans. Voting. All tied to the same ID. After the ID was used for a couple years, then came the chips. These were easily installed in the heel of your hand.\n\nAfter the ID chip came the nationwide trackers, logging your movement. Then came the cameras. Then came the satellites. Soon the nation was watched, monitored, and safe.\n\nBut it didn't seem to happen to me.\n\nI got the ID. Everyone did. I just never used it. I never had the need to. And never upgraded to the chip.\n\nI go out now, and no one notices me. I'm not greeted by the welcome screens in stores. I'm not noticed by the people that pass me by. I almost was hit by an automatic car once that didn't see me. I am essentially a ghost.\n\nThere's a counterculture that spawned from the control. One that wants to go out into the wilderness to be forgotten and \"off the grid\" for days at a time. I've been off the grid my whole life, and it's not a good as it's cracked up to be." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1100-1200 words. Prompt: You are a lesser known god. The god of rednecks. You have just been banished from mt olympus to Florida." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wasn't a God that people wrote about or heard about, or even passed on vocal tradition about. Back in my homeland, my followers had found out that it was easier and more socially acceptable to join a Dionysian cult of madness and wine than it was to have a shrine up to me. Eventually, my lack of followers had led to banishment to the 'new World' a place that wouldn't know about me for several hundred years, if ever. The people that were here now had their own Gods divorced from Zeus's divine pantheon empowered by their belief the same way that Gods like Dread Persephone had joined our ranks on Olympus.\n\nI spent most of my days with one of those Gods born of belief, and she was fading. A mother of the Everglades to a people who had moved on, and wouldn't be back until long after she was dead. I knew that she was going to die, and I knew that I wasn't because of the divine spark of my father substituting for my belief. Her people would come back and make a new God, and then they would shed blood and tears when humans made the same pilgrimage that I did to this new world. Eventually, I'd have a profound effect on this place, but right now, I was spending another quiet day in the Everglades.\n\n\"Your father threw you out then?\" she asked me. She didn't have a name aside from being recognized as the mother of this land, but I wasn't about to call her Mom.\n\n\"Not just him,\" I corrected as I watched the alligator in the water in front of me patiently wait for something to come within striking distance. \"whole family.\"\n\n\"Why?\" she asked. She'd asked the same questions every time I showed up in this part of history, and I wasn't sure if it was because she was old enough that she forgot, or she knew that I wanted to talk about it.\n\n\"Because they're a bunch of Elitist pricks,\" I sighed. They called me the God of Rednecks, which wasn't a term she'd even here in her time on this planet, but that wasn't actually my title. \"You know because I'll offer someone a can of beer before I go to a vineyard-\" I stopped myself before I needed to explain some of those things. \"I'm not fancy- well - I'm pretty fancy by merit of being a God, but the kind of people who would worship me, or fall within my domain aren't. They work hard, and don't subscribe to the same rules that a lot of upper-class economic cultures do, so people are going to look down on them for hundreds of years before they realize that Classism, the same thing that my family is exhibiting right now, is pretty fucked up.\"\n\n\"That doesn't sound very right,\" she pointed out.\n\n\"It's not,\" I sighed, \"and I say all of this-\"\n\n\"Every week,\" she cut in. So she did obviously remember the other times I'd been here.\n\n\"Yeah,\" I said, \"well it's a lot to be out here. Not like they know about me in the future. Hell, not many people even directly pray to my Father anymore. Couple of new Gods show up and really shake things around.\"\n\n\"Pity,\" the mother said.\n\n\"Well yeah, it doesn't save us,\" I shrugged, \"even a lot of the things said by the biggest God on the planet should have helped the kinda people I work with, but their worship doesn't seem to alleviate the or raise them up. Hell, half of the time it seems like a predatory belief meant to pull money out of people who already don't have enough of it.\"\n\n\"Money?\" she asked.\n\n\"A number for how many things you have. A stupid number mind you but- it's around for a long time and it messes up a lot of things,\" I took a big sigh. \"Fuck it all boils down to money issues and all of that. Education, societal trends, cultures. All of it revolves around money. The upper class weaponized an idea, and then when that idea stops being as profitable they can easily abandon it by introducing a shift in legislation and proper culture that shies away from that sort of thing, but what happens to the people who don't have dinner parties?\"\n\n\"This is a rhetorical question.\" the mother responded.\n\n\"They get left behind, because their education isn't as airtight, and the same people making the new rules are the people that are trying to bleed them dry every day, so in this stew of lowered chance for change and slight resentment they end up the butt of the fucking joke.\"\n\n\"Is it funny?\"\n\n\"No, it's not. And maybe they deserve part of it because it takes a staggeringly long time for everyone on this rock to figure out that everyone should be treated fairly. They can be unfair and cruel to people that are different from them the same way that others look down on them for not speaking proper English, a language that won't exist for hundreds of years at this point, and is so butchered and twisted over the course of its history that it's really about Eight languages by the end.\"\n\n\"You know,\" the mother pointed out, \"you never get much further than this in our conversation before we simply sit and wait for the Alligator to find some lunch.\"\n\n\"I know,\" I said.\n\n\"There are many wars, though all ages. Some of them are between brothers and sisters, some of them are between countries, some of them between skins and some others between classes. Every war also ends.\"\n\nI snorted at that. \"How do you know that?\"\n\n\"You told me once, when you'd had too many of the Bud Lites that you bring from a later time.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" I took a deep breath.\n\n\"You told me much more about the future than you should have,\" she said.\n\n\"Probably,\" I admitted.\n\n\"Do you remember what I told you?\" she asked.\n\n\"You told me that it could all work as long as everyone remembered that everyone has a mother, and everyone deserves a mother's kindness, which means giving it too.\"\n\n\"You're a good listener.\"\n\n\"You're a great one then,\" I said, \"I just wish it didn't take so long for all of them to learn that lesson.\"\n\n\"There are many temptations for them not to be kind,\" she pointed out, \"which results in many of the things you speak of, but you, and me? We can be kind, and eventually, they will find it out as well.\"\n\nI chuckled at that and sat down at my spot on the riverbank beside the mother. \"Beer?\" I offered.\n\n\"Definitely not.\"\n\n\"Suit yourself,\" I nodded and cracked open the cold one I summoned before waiting for the Aligator to catch something." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: You realize you are immortal or more specifically that you cannot die. The issue is that you only realize this once the man who is attempting to torture you to death can't finish the job." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mechanic forced his greasy hand into the hole he had slashed across my belly, grabbed tight onto my juicy inside bits and squeezed with an iron vice grip that could only come from years of handling a wrench.\n\nA rasping holler wailed from my throat until every bit of air was forced from my lungs, and I heaved a choking cough.\n\nHe kept his grip, leaning until the embroidered \"Ted\" patch on his blue work shirt was pressed hard against my face. His lips were against my ear, and he said through his teeth, \"your life was over when you put your hands on my wife.\" Then he tugged as if to retrieve his prize from its purse.\n\nHere, I was flooded with warmth, a release from pain, and I expected unconsciousness then death. But it did not come. With the pain gone, my mind cleared.\n\nHell, I'm going to die anyway. Fuck this asshole. \"You mean ex-wife, you lunatic. I hope you rot in hell,\" I said as calm as if we were talking on the street.\n\nHe looked at me, eyes peeled in terror, then furrowed in fury. His bloody, greasy hand released my guts and rose above his head. He brought it down on the bridge of my nose with all his strength. There a shock of blue light like a camera flash blinded me momentarily, and I heard the snap of the bones. Still. I felt no pain.\n\nI was sure I was in shock, and most definitely dying, but I was still quite aware of my surroundings, and decided to remain defiant as long as I was conscious. I smiled, and he continued to beat me until he was soaked in my blood.\n\nI started to feel like I was not even in my body, but watching this unfold from above. After a couple minutes, he was starting to get winded. Even professional fighters rarely fight for more than 5 minutes at a time, and this guy was not in that kind of shape. Not only was he waning physically, he seemed to be losing his passion for the thing.\n\n\"Why won't you die?\" He was sobbing.\n\n\"You're crying?\" I was impatient. It was pathetic. I just wanted it to be over.\n\n\"What are you?\"\n\n\"This really goes without saying, but you have lost your mind. Can I go? Would you please unstrap me?\"\n\nThis reignited his anger. His face contorted into an exaggerated frown as he put both hands around my throat, putting all of his weight on my windpipe. I stared at him, my lips busted, my nosed turned to the side, my face covered with blood. I did not seem to need air. After a couple of minutes, my lungs should have been on fire. I could see in his face that he was starting to panic. I wondered how he had planned on disposing of my body. Maybe he would give up and bury me alive.\n\nHe grabbed the knife again, and started hacking at one of my knees. He intended to dismember me. He didn't have the right tool for the job. He was just sawing at the flesh around my knee with a straight dull blade.\n\n\"You're going to need a serrated blade, or something a little sharper,\" I said.\n\n\"I don't need your help.\"\n\n\"Look man, if you keep this up, my will to live is going to come back. Can't you smash my head with a rock or something?\"\n\n\"Sorry.\"\n\n\"Did you just fucking apologize to me for not killing me quickly enough? This is ridiculous. Why don't you just call the police and turn yourself in? You have to be the dumbest murderer in the city.\"\n\nHe wasn't even angry anymore. The situation had gotten so weird, he'd lost his courage. He sat down in a chair across the room, leaving me strapped to the table. I seemed to have stopped bleeding. Maybe I didn't have any blood left.\n\n\"I don't even love her anymore. I just didn't want anybody else to have her. It made me so angry. It was humiliating.\"\n\n\"Look buddy, I am not your therapist. I am pretty sure you have ruined me, even if you did let me go - I would never be right again. Please just finish the job, or call an ambulance. Or a priest\"\n\nHe walked over to his desk and opened the drawer.\n\nHe pulled out a revolver, put it against his head, and pulled the trigger.\n\n\"Are you fucking serious? Goddammit!\"\n\nThen my guardian angel appeared, and said, \"I have kept you alive against all odds.\"\n\n\"You are the worst guardian angel ever.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: Everyone is born with exactly one superpower, but few ever realize it because their power is based on their single greatest fear... which you discover yourself in a moment of bravery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Humanity was both blessed and cursed at the same time. Humans were born with superpowers unrivalled however, few even realised they possessed such extraordinary abilities until their moments of bravery. The moments where they make or break.\n\nI can remember the day I experienced my Moment perfectly. Soft pink had edged the cerulean sky as my family parked ourselves on the sand, enjoying the calm and warm weather. The beach was dwindling in numbers that Saturday afternoon, a rare pleasure. My brother, Miles, a bold and stubborn teenager, trudged into the waves determined to master surfing. My parents were lulling my baby sister, Aimee, to sleep in her stroller, tired expressions on their faces And for me? I was sitting on my towel shivering, the vulnerability that I was feeling preventing me from doing anything else. My eyes were fixated on the open ocean in front of me, dread and fear washing over me. The blue waves edged nearer and I felt bile rise in the back of my throat.\n\nMy greatest fear is the ocean. A whole world full of darkness and unexplored nightmares. A world that could drown you, hide you, kill you. I tear my eyes away from the sea and focus my attention on the book I brought with me to calm my nerves. My parents knew very well I was terrified of the ocean. I refused swimming lessons at the earliest possibility and actively avoided water at all costs. I open my book and begin to the read the first chapter aloud but my heart is not in it and the waves drown out my voice. Miles is surfing in the water, well attempting to surf in the water. His hands are wobbly and there is a half-nervous half-stubborn expression on his ochre face. I squint into the distance, watching his figure stumble through the waves. Miles already had his Moment. When he was 13 years old, at a time that felt like eons away for me, his best friend fell from the school roof in an unexpected accident. I say fell however, Miles caught him, midair might I add. And that moment he discovered he possessed the power of flight despite being terrified of heights and all things height related. He lorded the Moment over me, flying constantly around the house until my parents threatened him with being grounded.\n\nAimee’s cries fills the air. As a mere toddler, Aimee had life far easier than I do. She gurgled and cried and was pampered by exhausted yet determined parents. My mother taps my shoulders, pushing Aimee in my general direction. “Take her out the ocean, Jamie.”\n\nI freeze. Not even Aimee’s baby blue eyes can deviate my fear and dread. The ocean? I look at the unforgiving sea and the waves crashing against the sand and then back at Aimee who was pouting.\n\n“Mom, I’m not doing that. You know I have a fear of water.”\n\nThe reply was so teenager-like it bemused me. I was 19, old enough to make my own decisions. My mother sighs, “I would do it but I’m already so tired. Please? Just for five minutes.”\n\nI groan, clenching my fists to stop my shaking fingers. “I’m not going too deep.”\n\nAimee was handed over to me and I cradle her in my arms as we walk along the soft sand towards the ocean. I flinch at the sound of the waves crashing and the seagulls squawking. Aimee giggles as her sits down on the sand, waving her hands up and down as the ocean came lightly towards her.\n\nI look at her enviously. My feet were barely touching the water and I was edging away at the liquid crept closer. But that was my mistake. The beginning of my Moment.\n\nMy attention was fixed on Aimee and Aimee alone. My mind cursing itself for my fear of water. I did not dare look up so I didn’t see it until it was too late. There was a loud crash and a wave of water crashed on top of me. I splutter and gasp for breath, shaking from the unnatural touch of water. Once I push the water away from my face, a futile attempt, I realise Aimee is missing. And in that Moment, everything changed. I felt every emotion hit me, change me, and I immediately dived into the water, forcing my eyes open and scouring the vast ocean for her.\n\nWhen it was over. Aimee and I were laying on the baking sand, coughing bouts of water.\n\nMy Moment was indescribable. It was a test of my strength and bravery." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: \"There are many doors here. They open to wealth, power, joy, sadness, fame, and so on. But eventually everyone takes this door.\" \"Where does it go?\" \"A painless permanent death.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One door stuck out. The door that I would never use.\n\nAs I traveled through each door, I knew an eye opening, world-changing experience awaited me on the other side. Every emotion was available and at my disposal. Time is not a factor. Not here. Life is what I make of it here. I can have what I want when I want it. I went through what I called the upper doors relatively quickly. Plowed through them at a rapid pace. Joy, elation, happiness, exuberance, excitement. So many more. The highs that I rode while going through those doors was indescribable. Hundreds of different emotions and feelings ripping through my body, each unique and different. Each door a wonderful and exotic new world that I lived in. Some I spent hours in, some days.\n\nIt wasn’t until I discovered the need to balance those doors out that I truly realized what it was like to feel the full experience of human life. Nothing quite compared to the experience of leaving crushing depression behind and heading straight into a world of pure exuberant joy. The highs and the lows are what truly made me feel alive. That is what this was about after all, this is about experiencing life.\n\nOne door stuck out. The door I couldn’t imagine ever using.\n\nHundreds of doors. Thousands of doors. Tens of thousands of doors. The world is an endless up and down. Endless sorrow followed by an immeasurable endless joy. I made sure to spend more time on the upper doors than the downer doors. It was all part of what I considered maintaining my sanity. It’s an integral part of this process for me and something I have promised I will always do.\n\nThe highs are life changing. The lows illuminated the highs. But, interestingly enough, when working my way through the doors I always found myself respecting the human experience more in the lows. The difficulties of life. The struggles. Sadness, remorse, inadequacy, alienation, devastation. Real emotions. Real feelings. The lows added so much depth to the highs. Time is not a factor. Not here. Life is what I make of it here.\n\nOne door stuck out.\n\nThe highs stagnated at some point. They lost their value. The range of feelings just doesn’t do it for me anymore. I leave one door and careen into another door. Another downer door. It was the tenth downer door I went through in a row and according to my own rules, well the new modified rules anyways, I was to spend a little time in an upper door. Opening that door was tiring and boring. It was the same feeling as the last dozen upper doors I had traveled through. Awe. The door was the emotion Awe. It felt more like emptiness to me. I spent two hours in Awe and happily exited that door, at least feeling good about the fact that I did my little chore for a while and visited an upper door. I retreated and returned to find myself a real emotion.\n\nOne door stuck out. It intrigued me.\n\nYears have passed since I spent any time in an upper door. There was no point. Those doors didn’t provide anything. They stirred nothing in my soul, they didn’t add meaning to the human experience. They brought me nothing but a yearning to return to a place where I could feel again. I don’t feel anything in those doors. The upper doors are devoid of all meaning. I want to feel happiness again. Door after door after door. Downer doors, all of them. The only place where I feel anything at all at this point.\n\nOne door stuck out. The door I had to use. The only door that mattered anymore.\n\nThe walk to the door was quiet actually. The door that would end it all. Each step was refreshing relief. The one thing that I remember about my time with the doors is the greatest high I felt, the purest most wonderful human emotion of all time was walking through that final door. Time is not a factor anymore." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write around 800-900 words. Prompt: Our Earth is a simulation, a game in which players control a species of animal vying for dominance over Earth, you and some friends are playing a multiplayer session, and you chose Humans" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We all were pumped to play the new game. \"Zoo war\" it was called. We all got on and chose our characters. Josh chose pigs, Wyatt chose snakes, Cameron chose rats, Ryan chose cows, and I chose humans. Humans are the best cause they start out in eden.\n\nWe all started out playing the game having a blast. Everyone else was giving their animals their instinctive behaviors so they could survive better, but I didn't need to. I was in eden, I was gonna wait until the other idiots destroyed each other then I'd claim the earth as mine. That was until Wyatt fucked me over.\n\n\"How do you make nukes?\" Cameron asked. \"There's a golden fruit that you need to build them, I think you can get them in eden\" Wyatt replied. Seeing my chance I rushed over to a nearby tree and grabbed the fruit when the word \"BANNED\" suddenly appeared on my screen. Wyatt erupted with laughter. \"FUCK YOU WYATT\" I yelled. Now I was stuck with the rest of them, hunting and gathering with the rest of my friends.\n\nAfter some time I found out that you could plant barley and start a permanent civilization. I was pumped because no one else had done that yet, and after a while I had a few small empires coming up in the Middle East. \"This sucks\" josh complained. \"What\" I asked half interested. \"I chose pigs cause they have big ass tusks and are aggressive as shit but now your humans have gone and domesticated them! This is bullshit!\" Josh said angrily. \"Sorry\" I said still not caring. \"I bought you food the other day you should be helping me\" josh whined. \"Fine\" I said as I hit the start new religion button \"I just started a new religion called Judaism they're not gonna eat any of your people.\" \"Thank you\" josh said sassily. \"Hey how come he gets special treatment\" Ryan complained. \"Jesus fine!\" I said too tired of this to argue \"there's an empire over in India that'll leave your damn cows alone. Happy!?\"\n\nAbout an hour later I had made one of the biggest empires any of us had seen so far, Rome. I thought being this successful would be easy but the humans kept fighting each other and all the while I was dealing with Josh's shit. \"How come the Jews don't have an empire! The romans outnumber them and they don't give a shit about pigs!\" Josh whined. \"I didn't have to help you\" I replied. \"Just help me damn it!\" Josh yelled. I was tired of his shit at this point and began yelling at him, we argued and yelled for a while until I realized that several centuries had pasted in the game without us knowing. Within that time this guy named Jesus was born and completely rearranged Rome. \"Josh I'm sorry\" I said realizing our fight compromised the humans. \"No I shouldn't be looking for handouts\" Josh said. \"No it's ok\" I said \"I'll start a new religion that'll not eat pork and still expand.\" \"Make believe something ridiculous though\" Wyatt said. \"What if they thought they'd get 72 virgins when they die?\" Ryan joked.\n\nMore time passed. Europe became more popular for the humans and trade was very common. I was just finishing a new trade route when I heard laughing from someone who had yet to speak this whole time, Cameron. \"What's so funny\" I asked. Suddenly I saw that Europe's population was dropping fast. \"Plague detected\" it said. \"CAMERON WHAT DID YOU DO\" I said as he kept laughing. I panicked as I struggled to find a cure when suddenly I was notified that the source was fleas carried by rats on ships. The plague ended but Cameron had done enough damage. That little bastard.\n\nEven more time pasted, and the humans were doing great. They discovered a new continent and had started thinking scientifically and philosophically, one of them even invented something called imperialism which had started to cause some problems. \"What if they convert the Hindus, then who'll protect my cows?\" Ryan asked worried. \"There's nothing I can do, I don't know what to tell you\" I replied. \"You've given Josh a fuck ton of handouts and you've only helped me once\" Ryan said. \"It's not my fault you're bad at the game Ryan\" Josh said devilishly. \"No he's right Josh I've given you way too much and you been nothing but ungrateful\" I said hitting the create human button and typing in Adolfo hitler. \"What are you doing?\" Josh asked. \"These guys are gonna stop every one of your stupid Jews\" I said. \"NO\" said Josh panicked. We all began arguing again and more time passed without us knowing. \"Guys look\" Wyatt said. And we all saw the starship with the rat emblem on the side fly off into space as the earth was invaded in nuclear fire. Once again Cameron started laughing." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: Cursed from birth so they couldn't say the same word twice and if they did, their life started from the beginning. Stuck in a time loop, he has to figure out how to break the curse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leon Star never noticed it at first. It was hard when he was only a toddler capable of so few words. Miraculously the boy made it to an age he could remember when it happened again. He couldn't retain his memories he realized, but was unsure what caused life to restart repeatedly. That was till it happened once more.\n\nAs a child he felt trapped. His light green eyes filled with yearning, hopelessness and clouded by sleepless nights as he tried to figure out how to make the non stop repeating, well stop. His light brown hair tussled and all over the place. He hated it. That's the thing. After so many lives he became to aware of his situation. He was often bullied at school for how he would talk. It stuck with him through each rerun. Emotionally he felt drained, despite being only a child. \"Hi hi\"\n\nLife 758 he finally decided a new strategy was in order. He didn't speak, not once. It was strange, a baby seeming to be selective mute and all instead of being born that way. His parents tried everything, the loving folks they are. Therapy, priests, and at one point they even bought crystals and essential oils off a Karen on Facebook. They were desperate. It broke his heart to see his parents like they, but still he persisted. For once, he made it to eleven. That was when he met her.\n\nShe was only five. It was the dead of winter and there she was, passed out on his front lawn. She looked to weak, so terrified, like a broken doll. He had carried her in and did everything to warm her up and not a moment to soon according to his parents. They were doctors so obviously he believed them on that. When he first saw the hopeless eyes of the girl, ones yearning for love and family, he felt connected to the girl. He always wanted a little sister. \"I'll always protect you, little sis.\"\n\nThey grew up together. It had taken a while for her to feel safe and comfortable with the Star family but once she had she stuck around during the winters and would head home for the other seasons, desperately trying to earn her parents and twins love. It pissed him off. She was so young, so pure hearted, and they continued to hurt her. What could he do though, he was too young.\n\nHe and his parents made sure to love her and she even began calling them her family. Leon almost cried the first time she called him that. They'd calibrate all the holidays and birthdays she wasn't there for, she had her own room and everything. They were a happy family of four. When they learned he was gay, his sister insisted on finding the perfect boy for her big brother while his parents hugged him warmly. Leon would do anything for them. Anything.\n\nLeon's silence had continued through the years. He didn't want to lose the life he had now. It was pure happiness, something no one would freely trade away. That was until the day of his sisters fifteenth birthday. She came over despite it not being winter. They went to a butterfly exhibit. Her father had followed..\n\nThe gunshot was loud. Her scream was louder. It was painful to hear as she clutched her chest and collapsed to the hard dirt floor, her blood seeping through her hands and staining the grass red. He rushed to her side, horrified.\n\n\"Big brother... am... am I going to die..?\"\n\n\"N-no... I... I'll always protect you, little sis.\" He spoke for the first time in years, repeating what he had all those years ago with tears in his eyes as two more gunshots rang out.\n\nLife 759. It was no longer about stopping the loop. He had to save them, all of them. No matter the costs, it was time to change fate. That's what family is all about. \"I'll save you all this time. Promise.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Girl waiting for man in a restaurant on her own. We slowly realize he never existed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vivian chewed on celery and drank melted ice to the flavor of tomato. Three drinks in and he didn't show, three demands to put out her cigarette and she was about to go. The waiter eyed her from across the establishment, she caught his gaze through a young couple's argument, just beyond a soldier's reunion. The servant raised a brow, telephone to his ear, and continued speaking. Vivian held steady. Crunch, she bit into the celery.\n\nThe arguing spouses raised their tone. The man, wearing a tuxedo apparently rented from a novelty costume store, adjusted his bow before calling his wife an ungrateful cunt. She threw her champagne on her husband who replied with a smack to her jaw and laughed at the notion of having kids. He stood up and left, crossing the waiter's line of sight who didn't so much as blink at the scene. The wife sobbed while shoveling bloody stake into her mouth.\n\n4 drinks now, and Derek's absence brought red to Vivian's cheeks, \"Garcon, I'll have another.\" He did not speak, but replied with a slight nod and eye fucked her until she waved him away.\n\nBlood ran down the bride's chin, mixing with tears, when the soldier abandoned his table and offered her a napkin. Vivian remembered how such an odd concoction tasted savory. The veteran is uncomfortable, his cheeks are rosy and he almost misses the chair when he sits down. The woman laughs at this, her smile so illuminating that one forgets the mess dribbling down her throat. The man is awestruck by such a smile, he's speechless. Vivian rolls her eyes, 2 years in Vietnam and you're intimidated by a girl?\n\nThe waiter and two men in white coats approach. \"Mrs. Magwell?\" The waiter says.\n\n\"Yes, what is it boy? And my eyes are up here you pervert, don't think you'll get away with it again. Derek's here now.\" Vivian points at the soldier.\n\nThe two men look at a man wearing a gray suit who lets his glass of wine linger at his lips, his eyes wide as the woman points at him. Her hands rot, turn pale, and begin to sag. She brings her hand to face, a stitched scare crawls down her wrist. Vivian screams.\n\n\"Mrs. Magwell!\", the waiter's hand is on her shoulder, \"Mrs. Magwell.\", he's whispering, his voice a quiet hum.\n\n\"Oh my, Derek? Derek is that you? Why are you wearing that ridiculous outfit?\" Vivian begins to giggle as her finger glides across his red vest.\n\n\"I'm a ridiculous man.\" He sighs, pulling his collar tot with both his hands.\n\nVivian's laugh turns into a wheeze and then a cough. \"Oh Derek, I love you.\"\n\n\"I love you too Vivi.\" The two men lift Mrs. Magwell by the arms.\n\n\"Who are these men Derek?\" She's yelling halfway across the restaurant now.\n\n\"Don't worry, they're just taking us to our seats.\" Said the waiter to the smiling woman.\n\nWhen she'd been out of sight for a few minutes the waiter went out to smoke. One of the men in the white coats opened the van door and shook the waiter's hand. \"Thanks again, Dan.\"\n\nDan exhaled a plume of smoke and looked at Vivian. She was smiling through the van's rear window, waving at Dan. \"No problem\", he said waving back at the woman, \"I'll see you again next week.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: Your country is essentially 'quarantined' due to poisonous, deadly pollution that manifests itself as fog. It's hard to see and breathe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We closed the country six months ago. It was, of course, necessary with everything that happened. The Fog that came killed about 20% of the population of the country within the first twelve days of it's arrival. Rumors of it's origin are still spreading, but my money is on the mad scientist and his creations. What mad scientist? I have no idea, I just know it was an experiment gone wrong.\n\nAfter we realized what the Fog did, it was fairly easy for most of the population to get away from it. The Fog blankets the entire sky and horizon, a thick, gaseous smoke that makes it incredibly hard to breathe in and to see. And the further down you go, the harder it gets. Typically, the last six feet is the Killzone, no one has ever returned from down there. Every recon team we've ever sent down there has either lost communications or reported deaths of asphyxiation before we lost contact. The last team we sent out was three months ago, and they died before they even hit the Tube. We're not sure if that means the Fog is getting thicker at a higher level, but we're monitoring it. As best we can. We have scientists and engineers working round the clock near the edge of the Killzone, trying to figure out the shit storm we're in. This, however, has changed the entire dynamic of how we've been living.\n\nYou'd be surprised how quickly civilization will adjust to something hellbent on destroying it. Highways and overpasses still work fine, and most of the major cities have linked the taller buildings together with makeshift bridges and crane systems. Cars are no longer viable, so we're walking from location to location in cities. The only way to leave a city now is via helicopter, which are slim and used strictly by the government. The Boomer cities, the ones where the population flocked too when this mess began, are the most important and the biggest. If any one is left alive in the countryside still, we don't know how they've been surviving. Occasionally, we'll do recon for the countryside, but the Fog is so thick it's hard to see if anything is alive down there. It's a hit on our fuel reserves too, which means recon missions are getting pushed to the bottom of the totem pole.\n\nThe hardest aspect of it all, and perhaps the most important, is getting food and water. Without it, we're good as dead. We lost a good portion of the population, those stuck in the countryside, to dehydration or malnutrition, but now that the population has converged in the Boomer cities, it's easier to divvy the food we can get. And like I said, getting food is the hardest thing to do.\n\nWe airlift most of it in from our allies, our friends across the Channel and even the Yanks across the Atlantic have been delivering untainted food and water to us so long as we keep the Fog contained. The problem is, we're just buying time we don't necessarily have. We don't know how to contain the Fog, for the most part, it's stayed here on it's own. And that's both a scary thought and a lucky fact. As long as the Fog stays contained, we can still survive for the most part.\n\nHell, things are mostly back to normal. Even six months after it, people just want normalcy in their lives. Sure things have changed, we play sports on an entire floor of an office building and communal housing is common, but for the most part we're living the normal life. People go to work, we still have power, people still argue over stupid things and we have stores and entertainment centers operational. It's life, just a few dozen feet higher than it used to be.\n\nCivilization, as much as we think it's going to destroy itself, can really sustain itself in the face of destruction. Yet, we don't know how long it's going to last, if one day the Fog will just disappear as quickly as it came or if it will take over the rest of the sky and kill us all. But for now, we can live with it. We have to live with it. It's our one and only option until we figure out where it came from and what it's going to do. It's only been six months, whose to say where we'll be at in another six?\n\nI don't know, I'll never know. But I have to have hope. Hope that our scientists will figure out what this Fog is and who made it. Hope that even if we can't reverse the Fog, it'll remain stagnant and stay as it is. Hope that even though things have changed, people can still be happy that they're alive and kicking. That's all I'm asking for. Just a little hope." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 600-700 words. Prompt: You get to live in a world where everyone is judged on their eye colour - from reddish eyes being connected to religious background to dull brown eyes a sign of poverty - but you have to stay in hiding by wearing coloured contacts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They often say that you can tell what a person is thinking by looking into their eyes. The eyes act as a window into the mind. They betray every intention and emotion that we experience. It is only natural that they would be as colorful as our lives.\n\nPractically, eyes serve as an indicator of a person's affinity. Mind you, it isn't very accurate; however, it does serve as a good estimate. When you look at the eye color of a person, you can assume that their life has something to do with their affinity.\n\nIf a person is born with blue eyes, it is safe to assume that the person will be innovative and work on improving human lives. If they are born with green eyes, they might pursue some form of healing, medicine, psychiatry, etc. Red suggests a connection to God and the Trinity Church, maybe the person will be a preacher? A pastor? And if their eyes were to shine bright enough, they could even be a Bishop. Unfortunately, these kinds of people are very uncommon, collectively making up a very small fraction of the population. In truth, the majority of the population has brown eyes, they are referred to as peasants or by some church members as the unclean.\n\nOf course, as with any human society, there is to be a power hierarchy. Red, the Church members, stand at the top of this world. Blue, the Innovators, follow right after. Green, the Healers, are largely tolerated by the Church but are sometimes seen as a threat. Brown, the Masses, serve as the sheep of the Church.\n\nThe power structure is well defined and allows the Reds, Blues, and even the Greens to live very cushily; at the expense of the Browns. However, there exists one other color. To be honest, the word color isn't an accurate descriptor. This \"color\" is only formed when the light of life has been extinguished from the individual. All emotion and all intention fade away, till there is nothing else but Black.\n\nThe one with Black eyes appears once every few generations. No one knows how they are chosen. All that is known is that the black-eyed individuals are the harbingers of change. To date, there have been three recorded Black-eyed individuals. The First exterminated all of humanity's predators. The Second set up agriculture systems so that no one would starve. The third established true civilization and the democratic court of law. Then there was nothing.\n\nDuring the blank period, the Church broke through the cracks and took hold of the Masses, the Innovators, and the Healers. The Church slowly dismantled the democratic court and replaced the Law with their \"teachings\", they swindled the Masses and took control of their fields. They declared medicine as an abomination against their gods and forced the Healers to abide by their rules so that the Masses would receive a restricted amount of medicine. The cold and callous Innovators were easy to sway with promises of no moral obligations. Once the Church had fully infiltrated the minds of the Masses, they instilled their propaganda. The Black-eyed individual was going to bring ruination to their peaceful society and they had to be brought to the Church.\n\nThe Black-eyed individual is now on the run. Ever since their Black eyes developed, they've been targeted for \"crimes against the Church\". However, their face hasn't been exposed so they may still run. I know this because the Black-eyed individual is me. I have been given a special cloak that disguises my eyes and protects me from the church, for I am the Harbinger of Change." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 800-900 words. Prompt: The more advanced a civilization becomes, the worse their weapons get." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The humans were entering the atmosphere of Kepler-96F. Virtually nothing was to be seen, until they approached 14000 feet in altitude from their insertion point. As they approached their landing zone, they saw futuristic buildings, long and clean roads, transportation systems littered on the ground—everything one would imagine from an advanced civilization like the humans.\n\n\"This is Joker 1, our scanners show no entities on the ground, and we have visual confirmation to back our scans over,\" droned the radio, \"we will recon out, stay frosty, over.\"\n\n\"Copy Joker 1, this is Joker 2 and we're preparing to land our cargo and get the insertion/scout team ready. Our equipment analyzed that the planet is safe for inhabitation, once the team scouts, please provide CAS if necessary, over.\"\n\n\"Copy that Joker 2, Joker 1 out.\"\n\nMarcus was part of the 10 man team of the scout team. 8 of them were soldiers, trained to use armed mechanical walkers. 6 mechanical walker was equipped with a 18mm autocannon which had 400 rounds reserve, 900 bhp electrical engines, that were 9 feet tall and 4.5 feet wide. One of the other two had 2 different 40 rocket pods that stored hydrox rockets. The other was a dedicated repair unit. 2 of the men were scientists that had walkers which had tools to analyze their surroundings for any foreign materials. All of walkers had 20 pounds of plastic explosives loaded onto the weak spots of the walkers, which are given by request from the walker's user.\n\nAll the men were loaded on the walkers and quiet. Marcus knew why. In a situation with any advanced and possibly sentient entities, protocol was to keep personnel radios silent as much as possible and advance with caution. The walkers had counter electronic warfare equipment loaded on them, which could prevent any known electronic warfare techniques and tools.\n\nAs they approached altitude 500 feet, they were released from their drop ship and onto the ground. Joker 1 came back from recon and hovered at a steady 3000 feet to provide CAS. As they hit the ground, they found the city very reminiscent to their planets' designs. Marcus took a look around. The transportation was very different to what they had, designed differently, to fit an obviously much more bigger being. As they continued to look around the area, the display boards on top of the huge buildings turned on and pointed arrows towards a huge building that appeared to be a speck at their distance.\n\n\"Holy shit, somethings going on here. Joker 1, we're moving towards the building. Joker 2, please provide additional scans to find any traces of organic beings\" the radio buzzed.\n\nMarcus couldn't help resist, he rushed towards the building alongside his team. The grey walls towered over them. The doors opened, showing a brightly lit corridor. The clicking of safeties being turned off defied the emptiness of the whole city. They moved down the corridor, utilizing one of the scientist's drone scouts to secure each corridor ahead of them.\n\nWhen they finally moved through each corridor, they found themselves in front of a metal door. As the air locks turned themselves and the metal door opened, they found themselves in a room that appeared to be a control room. 4 holographic screens filled the sides chamber, with dozens of chairs in the area. Directly in the middle was a holographic screen. 20 recognizable languages filled the screen. One caught Marcus's eye, and it said \"Human?\".\n\nOne of the scientists turned on his external mic and said \"Yes.\"\n\nThe screen buzzed, and wrote the following words \"Hello, I am what humans call an 'artificial intelligence'. How may I help\".\n\nThe scientist replied \"What happened here?\"\n\nThe screen wrote the words \"Peace.\"\n\nThe walkers radios spurred to life.\n\n\"What the fuck does it mean by peace? There are literally no living beings on the fuckin planet, how the hell can it call it peace?\"\n\n\"This shit seems insane, I don't have a good feeling about this.\"\n\n\"Shut up guys, one second,\" replied Mike, the scientist that was talking to the intelligence.\n\n\"How did everyone die?\" asked Mike.\n\n\"A cruel wish.\" wrote the computer.\n\n\"What was the wish?\"\n\n\"To find a way to make all weapons, from a usage perspective, ineffective and worse than any of the weapons that the civilization had.\"\n\n\"How is that cruel? And, more importantly, how exactly did that kill everyone?\"\n\n\"Simple.\" wrote the computer, \"You cannot have a 'worse' weapon. We had chemically powered lasers. Before that, we had metal tipped rods that were propulsed by an explosion. Before that, we used momentum to swing iron balls or rocks to kill people, or use sharpened steel to cut beings. And much before that, there was evidence of using sticks and body parts to injure and kill. But I thought, can we go deeper than that? What about the molecules that make up our bodies. Wouldn't that be the core of a weapon? What if I made the molecules that made up every living organism, useless? Wouldn't that stop war?\"\n\n\"So, you killed everyone?\" asked Mike.\n\n\"No. I've made every possible weapon worse for the beings on the planet.\" the AI wrote on the screen." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: a small town sheriff attempts to arrest Barack Obama, somehow completely unaware that Obama is the President." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "SETTING: EXT: A SMALL, RURAL TOWN: 2012 A MAN in a SUIT walks purposefully along a deserted sidewalk. His FACE is GRIM and HAGGARD. This is BARACK OBAMA, PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES.\n\nA POLICE CRUISER pulls up alongside him. The lone occupant inside calls out from the car. This is BRIAN DENNEHY, the TOWN SHERIFF.\n\nBRIAN: \"Can I help you?\" BARACK continues walking, not acknowledging the question. The car screeches to a halt.\n\nBRIAN (louder): \"I said, can I help you, stranger?\"\n\nBARACK looks over and responds in a timid voice: \"I'm just going to grab a cup of coffee and a bite to eat.\"\n\nBRIAN: \"Not in my town. See, this here town is nice. It's quiet. It's peaceful. And it doesn't need riff-raff like yourself stirring up trouble. Now I can give you a ride down 89 and drop you off at the border, and you can go along your way in peace.\"\n\nBARACK (dropping eyes, muttering): \"Look, I've had a rough day with the campaign and all. I just want to get a hot bite and I'll be back on my way to D.C. I don't want any trouble.\"\n\nBRIAN exits the car and approaches BARACK: \"Well, you got trouble now, boy.\"\n\nBRIAN lunges at BARACK and slams him to the ground, struggling to apply the handcuffs.\n\nBARACK (yelling): \"Hey, you can't do this! I'm the President of the United States!\"\n\nBRIAN: \"Well, la-tee-dah! If you're the President, I guess that makes me the King of Siam!\" He finally gets the handcuffs to click. BRIAN rummages through BARACK'S pockets and finds his wallet. He pulls out a driver's license and reads off it.\n\nBRIAN: \"Barack Hussein Obama. From Illinois. Boy, you're a long way from home, aintcha?\"\n\nBARACK: \"Please, this is a big misunderstanding. I'm the President. Ask anyone!\"\n\nBRIAN (chuckling): \"Oh boy, we got a crazy person here. Y'know, Barack, I was starting to think this was going to be just another boring day. And here you come, and make it exciting! I suppose I should thank you. Thanks, Obama!\"\n\nThanks, Obama\n\nThanks, Obama\n\nTHANKS OBAMA\n\nResponding to a hidden trigger, BARACK'S eyes light up in fury, and his body tenses. He reels his head back, breaking BRIAN'S nose with an audible crack, and sending him sprawling on the sidewalk. Standing up, still handcuffed, BARACK looks around wildly, and starts running towards the nearby forest.\n\nSCENE: EXT: DENSE WOODLANDS Several hundred members of local law enforcement are on their third day of hunting the fugitive.\n\nBRIAN, still sporting a bandaged nose, stands by the radio. Suddenly, an YOUNG TROOPER taps him on the shoulder.\n\nYOUNG TROOPER: \"Sorry, Sir, but there's a bigwig from Washington here to see you.\"\n\nBRIAN (annoyed): \"Tell him we got it covered. We don't need any of their help.\"\n\nA TALL, SHADOWY FIGURE walks into the room, wearing a beret and smoking a cigarette.\n\nMYSTERIOUS STRANGER: \"On the contrary, Officer, you need my help more than you realize. You're dealing with a man who you know nothing about. If you don't accept my help, you and all your men will die!\"\n\nThe MYSTERIOUS STRANGER walks into the light. He is old, white haired, and has an inappropriate smile.\n\nMYSTERIOUS STRANGER: \"The name is Colonel Joseph Biden. Let me talk to him. I'll bring him in.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 1300-1400 words. Prompt: A new device for travel has been invented, allowing humans to instantly travel anywhere in the world by teleportation. However, it only has a 99% success rate and if it fails, the user will never reappear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It all started many years ago. I had been hired by a scientific firm to test new things being made. It seemed simple enough. On the first day of the job, I mainly tested various pills and medicines, nothing out of the ordinary. On the second day, I had been reasigned to testing various types of equipment, such as new gas mask designs and an improved pressure suit for space travel. The third day is when it all went downhill. That day, instead of testing mundane improvements upon things that had already been invented as I had been doing, I was told I would be testing an entirely new invention. They said I would be the one of the first people to be able to travel via teleportation. The initial tests were done using inanimate objects, and was completed with a 100% rate of retrieval, as every object had gone through the teleported and came out the other end unscathed. Next they moved to animal testing. They determined there was a 99% chance for animals to come back. Not bad odds, I suppose. Of course, the human testing involved many hundreds of people. I think it was somewhere around a thousand. They had locked the doors behind us after I walked in, not wanting anyone to back out. They were now testing the human retrieval rate. Many people walked through and came out the other end fine, deposited into a separate room viewable by what appeared to be bulletproof glass. The first one to go missing was the 17th subject. Some people got uneasy, but the scientists pushed for everyone to go through. The only way out, they said, was through that teleporter. So people kept going. Random people kept not showing up on the other end. I lost count of how many. At number 233, I stepped in. And I didn't appear in the room. I found myself in a dark place, with sand as far as I could see, except in one direction where forested mountains dotted the landscape. I looked up and noticed a sky not like our own. There were many moons, some so small I originally mistook them for the tiny pinpricks of light that were stars. Others so big that they dominated parts of the skyline. On some moons, I noticed signs of life and civilization. On others, I saw only barren, rocky landscape. And throughout all that I have seen, all that I've made from my surrounding environment, I have seen no signs of indigenous animal life on this planet I find myself on. I found skulls mostly. Many skulls in the desert. Half-buried skeletons of great beasts can be found across the landscape. It didn't take long for me to find the others. The first sign of fauna life that I found was a cat. Other terrestrial animals I found later. I also found others who had disappeared as I had. Others were being found in other places, newcomers to this strange world. The last one we had found confirmed that no more testing was being done, and that he was the last one to step in. In total, we numbered 598. I suppose the original 99% estimate was off. But we had animals, such as the cats and dogs that went in during the second test, and some cattle, such as the cows, goats, and chickens, also from the second test. We wandered for some time before we settled at a flat, grassy plain, home to a few rivers and streams, and surrounded by heavily forested mountains. We built ourselves up from what we had on the ground, finding plentiful fruit-bearing trees in the woods and seeds that we could try growing into crops. We found many slight yet sturdy vines and grasses as well, using them as a binding agent to make our tools. We made telescopes and charted the constellations and stars of the sky, viewed distant civilizations on the moons and watched them grow. Some were like us, almost in the Stone Age. Others seemed to be in a classical age, still others like those back on Earth. And yet others that were centuries ahead of all the others. They all seemed to know of each other's existence, but some were still behind. Perhaps they wanted to make their own way, invent things for themselves. We had no way of knowing. We noticed that some of our clothing was becoming unsuitable to wear, holes torn from labor and farming. We salvaged what we could and made rudimentary tunics and pants, the pants usually crafted from things native to our new environment. We were smart and let our cattle and animal companions multiply, eating only the fruits we gathered and the crops we grew at first. When we had enough cattle to assure the next generation would live, we killed one and the whole of our village ate of its meat and used its furs to make warmer tunics for the winters of this planet. Myself, I have led these people. I had adapted to our new world quickly, and helped the others acclimate as I had. Soon they made me their leader. The first question I was asked as ruler was if the building of religious buildings and places of worship was allowed. Of course, I allowed it. We kept our old culture and faiths, but our culture was certainly being influenced by our new environment. We grew fast, and we had many artists among us, such as stonemasons, woodworkers, and the like. We began keeping records on stone tablets, detailing how we got here, where we came from, and who all was here. We had begun recording human history from back in Earth, but it is still not finished. We have much to cover, but we are getting close. We decided to keep it on the off-chance that any humans would someday find us here and know who we are, as well as our decendants understanding who we are and where we come from. As we've advanced, we've been fruitful and multiplied, as have our cattle, dogs, and cats. The only wild animals we've seen on this world are usually mice, rats, and rabbits, along with other such animals that were sent through on the second test. They multiplied faster than we did. We had made bows to hunt them with, and knives for almost all of our purposes. The only thing that appears to be native to the planet are the fish living in the nearby bodies of water. They look like something you would find in the early oceans of Earth. We made spears to hunt them with as well. And I suppose I shall bring us to today. There are many of us now, our children and our children's children. Some of us are even great-grandparents. We have split to make several other separate villages, and we try to remain in contact. I suppose I shall just say it. I am getting old. My beard has turned white with time, and my body is more frail. Of course, people from all the villages respect me, I am their founder. When I die, my son shall rule, and one of my son's sons or daughters will rule after he is gone. I do not know if I will get another chance to write this out, but I wish to say that I have lived a good life. I led my people with honor, raised my son and helped him raise his many children to be good, charitable people, and grooming my son to be a good leader. Now, I know my time is almost up. I can feel it. But I am not saddened. As I have said: I have lived a full life, perhaps fuller than I would have if I had stayed on Earth. I found the love of my life here, and we raised our children and grandchildren well. I have watched us go from nothing to greatness. We already have made metal tools. We have human history and knowledge of our past to guide us, and I know that when I do die, I shall be at peace. I know I will be surrounded by my loved ones, and that I have made all of us great." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: after many years of a friendship that has generally been typical, you discover that your best friend is actually a projection of your imagination. Strangely, you are seemingly not as concerned about it as they are." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "‘Ok ok when is your first memory of me Tom?’ he asked pacing the room.\n\n‘Uh not really sure’ I wasn’t sure what to say to calm him down. But I suppose I’ve never had to deal with my existence being contingent on the whims of another. Not really something I can relate to.\n\n‘I just- I don’t understand. I remember being kids together. I remember your fifth birthday.’ He said frantically tearing through the boxes he dragged out of the attic.\n\n‘Sam’ I asked, though my voice didn’t rise over the chaotic clanks his search caused. I called again louder;\n\n‘SAM’\n\n‘What’ He said his head snapping towards me eyes blazing with anger.\n\n‘Do you remember YOUR fifth birthday?’ I asked, though it was hard to keep the exasperation out of my voice. It wasn’t fair to him after all.\n\n‘Of course- I mean no. But lots of people don’t remember stuff from childhood’\n\n‘Your sixteenth then, or your graduation?’\n\n‘I have a degree in physics!’\n\n‘But do you remember graduating?’ The pause lasted minutes as his brow furrowed deeply and I could tell he was tearing through his mind as furiously as he had been tearing through the attic knickknacks.\n\n‘No’ he whispered finally.\n\n‘There you have it’ I said shrugging slightly and returning to the bowl of ramen I had waiting downstairs. It would probably be cold by now. This always happened at the most inconvenient of times. He chased after me still bubbling with fearful energy.\n\n‘But what happens when you sleep?’\n\n‘I don’t know how it works any more than you do’ I sighed as I found my fears were correct and the ramen was stone cold.\n\n‘But I mean do you have to be thinking about me actively or- when do I exist and when do I not exist’ He continued to babble but I had stopped listening. I supposed that I could microwave it, but it wouldn’t be as good. Some hours later I realized he was still running around the house trying to find some evidence of his actual existence before I had. Well before I had imagined him.\n\nThis was cruel I hated it ending this way. The thing about a lie is it’s so much easier to tell if you believe it yourself. So, every time I make a new friend I try to forget that they aren’t real. It’s easy to do with practice. But every now and again I slip up and I remember. And then they know too. Most are like Sam and can’t cope, but sometimes we manage on together for a time. But not this time. Yes, this was cruel.\n\n‘Sam’ I whispered. Because I meant it this time there was no need to raise my voice. He didn’t need ears to hear me now. In one instant, he was back in the kitchen. Moving around is easier when you no longer needed a body.\n\n‘Oh, I’ve got it, I’ve got a plan Tom. We go to a university, a science department. This would be such a huge breakthrough. They’ll want to research us and then. And maybe one day they’ll figure out how to make me real-‘\n\nI raised my hand cutting him off sharply.\n\n‘Good bye Sam’ I said without much regret. He was far from my favourite after all.\n\nWho shall I make this time?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 900-1000 words. Prompt: You walk through the Gates of Hell, expecting an eternity of agony. Instead you look around and see only one other soul." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't painful really, only the moments leading up to it. At first I thought they had given me morphine or something to stop the pain. One minute a blur of lights and shouting as I lay on my back too broken to move, and the next minute I was standing. My hair wasn't the greasy tangled mess it was before, my old weathered winter coat, barely warm anymore thermal pants, and sloppily laced lost and found dumpster boots weren't on my body anymore. Instead I wore soft cotton pants, grey, and a clean flannel shirt. It was my favorite actually, something I’d had since high school. It was one small token from my life, some proof or connection to the outside world or where I had come from, I supposed.\n\nI stood barefoot on a checkered marble floor, surrounded by an endless darkness. In front of me, towering more than 15 feet at least, were a pair of gates, dark and jagged, swinging freely on hinges that were barely hanging on. Behind me the floor ended in a mess of twisted rebar and broken concrete as if it had once been part of a proper place that had been torn down and sent into an inky vast nothingness. So I had no choice but to walk forward. After all, what else was I supposed to do? Just stand there?\n\nI don't know how long I was walking but it seemed like it took forever, yet felt like no time at all. Like when you're in a long car trip and you lose track of time, feeling the length of it and wanting to be your destination. And when you're finally there it seems as if it were just another short ride. Only this had no end in sight. I had no idea where I was or what had happened, only that the pain was gone and I was somewhere strange. No one to question so I might as well continue on.\n\nJust as I had begun to wonder if I was alone and if I would be alone forever I saw it, in the distance. It was a shape, a silhouette of someone that seemed small at first. I felt no urge to call out or walk faster, just to keep my pace even and calm. It was almost as if I had no right to run to this person or call out, that it was rude to do so. As I got closer I began to make out that the person was a kneeling or sitting human, or at least appeared to be human at first. She was female, I could tell that much. The closer I got the more apparent it was that this was no human.\n\nHer wings, multiple pairs, were spread out on the marble, extending over the edge of the path that was made up of broken floor. Growing out from her rose gold hair was a pair of horns, curled and twisted elegantly, almost as if hand crafted. Though the ends appeared to be jagged and sharp, as if they had once been longer and had broken, shattered even, at one time or another and the points never dulled. Her dark brown skin was flecked with pin pricks of gold, like freckles on a person. These spots were sparse in some places along her arms and shoulders, and densely packed in others, almost forming a solid color. Again I was reminded of someone who had many freckles. Her dress was long and gauzy, a strapless summer dress in an ombre from white to dark magenta. I wondered if it flowed like a ribbon in the wind when she stood. I wondered who she was. I wanted to taste her name on my tongue.\n\nAt first she didn't look at me, staring down at the book in her hands. And I merely watched, continuing to take in the sight of her from my point above her. I don't know how much time had passed, if at all. It could have been a moment; it could have been a year. It felt like forever and an instant all at once. \"Excuse me,\" I finally got up the courage to speak, \"W-where - where am…am I?\" I choked out, my voice faltering several times before getting the words out properly.\n\nThe woman finally looked up, her heart shaped face smiling at me through pursed lips as if she were trying hard not to tell me a secret. \"You're in Hell, luv,\" she told me. As she spoke those words my heart skipped a beat. At first I barely registered what she said for her voice struck me like lightening. It was the perfect pitch, the perfect tone. It had the right amount of warmth.\n\n\"Hell?\" I repeated, taking a step back as I watched her stand in one fluid motion and move forward to keep to make up for the distance I had attempted to put between us, wings barely moving. \"Why? Who are you?\" And why was she so beautiful? I wanted to hold her forever. I felt a lump rise in my throat as the realization hit. I could never have her. She would always be just within arms' reach, but never close enough to keep.\n\nTears flowed down my cheeks as she placed a dainty hand on my face, I was afraid this contact would somehow taint her. \"It isn't my place to know sweetness,\" she told me, her head tilted towards mine, \"Only He knows,\" I could feel her breath on my lips. I could never have much more than this closeness, \"My name is Lucifer.\" I wanted to taste her name on my tongue.\n\n\"Lucifer...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in first person and around 700-800 words. Prompt: A world where everyone's soul mate can feel each other's pain no matter the distance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew I would recognize my soul mate by the scars he held.\n\nGod, I hadn’t cried for myself since I was a little kid, but everyday, I found myself running to the bathroom to find some place to hide from the pain that wrapped around me like a noose. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even locate the pain. It seemed to come from all over, a blanket of ice and fire.\n\nIt was one of those secrets that everyone knew about but no one talked about. I mean, it’s pretty freaking hard to hide the fact that you undergo torture-like pain all the time for no visible reason. My mother told me that there was nothing to be done. I believed her until, after a particularly painful night when I could not breathe for hours, I decided to find my soul mate.\n\nI scraped together all my savings I had managed since the end of college and packed a bag. I had no idea where on earth he would be, but I knew he would be in trouble. I checked prisons and military compounds. I traveled through unstable countries. I found myself in a firefight more than once, pinned against a wall and hoping to God that whoever was left standing would want no more of me.\n\nI found my own pain a few times. One time, a bullet had punched through my arm. I had to find a refugee camp where some doctor was willing to patch it for a secular westerner without much money. With a cut to my forehead I ended up bribing an old seamstress to sew up with a few coins and a promise to mail a letter to her nephew.\n\nThere were sticky situations where I found my words as my only weapons against guns. While most knew English, sometimes I found myself patching together words from the phrasebooks I carried.\n\n“I look for the friend of my soul,” I would say, haltingly, in whatever language was native to the region. “He is hurt.”\n\nEventually, I ran out of money, and I find myself on a plane back home, out of even cash enough to pay for a checked bag and out of hope of any sort. I did not come into failure easily. It ripped through my soul, knowing I had failed the one person in life that I could ever hope to bring me comfort, to understand me in any significant way.\n\nI had failed my soul mate, and I would spend the rest of my years alone and in pain while he did the same.\n\nA man sat next to me on the plane. He wore a suit and a frown. He had no scars, I observed listlessly before returning to stare out the window. What would I tell everyone when they asked about my adventures? What would I tell my boss? Could I even get my job back? I didn’t have enough money to get an apartment. I’d have to move back in with my parents or beg a couch off a friend.\n\n“What happened to your arm?” the man asked. His voice was soft, almost imperceptible against the blare of the jets.\n\n“I, I was shot,” I said, without looking up from the window. “It’s nothing.”\n\n“When did it happen?” he asked.\n\n“Oh, a few weeks past. Why do you--?” I started as I turned to face him. He had turned up the edge of his sleeve so that I could see a red welt in the selfsame place where the bullet had entered my own arm.\n\nI stared. Very carefully, I placed my hands on my lap, below where he could see. I took a fingernail and dug it into the lower right side of my palm as deep as I could. The man flinched as he rubbed the lower right part of his own palm.\n\n“But, your pain, I felt it. What--? How--?” I stared. “You have no scars.”\n\n“Not all pain leaves scars,” he whispered. He removed a piece of paper from his jacket, which he handed me. It was a release order from psychiatric care after treatment for depression following a suicide attempt. “And not all scars you can see.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write in third person and around 500-600 words. Prompt: Throughout your life, two things were always true- you receive messages with vague instructions, and when you follow them things go well for you. One day, you receive the following message \"They are after you. Run!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Putting the phone away in his pocket, John looked up and down the street from his window. Not onto question the wisdom of the phone, he went to the bedroom, changed into his gym clothing, put on his running shoes, tucking the phone into a harness, and off he ran down the road. No real direction in mind, he figured he would stop running, when the phone told him to stop running.\n\nJohn loved to run on the treadmills, it was in fact the only time in his life that ever felt somewhat free, free from stress, worry, the oppressive burden of life and worry. While he was not always the healthiest person ever, always prone to binge eating and drinking, often times feeling like he had no control over what was going on, and the phone seemed to be just a physical manifestation of that, but, he had a solid heart rate, and would often clock himself at a brisk 5 mph, for 3 hours. However, running on the sidewalk and down streets was very different than running on a treadmill in a climate controlled gym, and John could feel his body begin to lag as the first hour passed.\n\nIt was odd feeling 10 miles fall under his feet, as the second hour passed, his lungs began to burn a bit, and the hair felt a bit like glass going down his throat. There was no direct path he was following, he just took a direction and ran in it. The nice suburban homes gave way to more rural areas, till finally he was running down a road that was sided by forest.\n\n15 miles and 3 hours into his run, John began to suck wind, his body felt like it wanted to die, his muscles ached like he never felt running before, every fiber of his being began to burn, but still the phone remained silent, so painfully, John continued to run, doing all he could to keep up his 5 mph pace.\n\nThe few homes he saw gave way to nothing but endless barren fields, the last house he passed was 3 miles down past him now, and there was little sign there was another living thing coming up soon, but still John ran onwards.\n\n5 hours into the run, John felt his body spasm in pain, his joints locked, and he could not move, everything felt like fire. Falling to his knees, John began to puke like he never before had in his life, black mucus and blood erupted from his mouth until finally a worm like maggot looking thing was vomited up and onto the pavement. The phone rang.\n\n\"Kill\" was all it said. Pulling all his last reserves, sweat pouring from his brow like water from a faucet blurring his vision, John began to pound the maggot thing into the asphalt with hsi bare hands, until it was nothing but a pile of splattered meat and ichor.\n\nFalling over to a sitting position, panting, trying to catch his breath, John looked to the phone one last time, it rested silently in his hands, and he passed out.\n\nThree days later John awoke in his bed, His phone resting on the nightstand, set ti quiet mode, with a single text message there for him \"Rest\" and for the first time in his life, John felt like, a great burden had been lifted." } ]