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"Diving in Trouble: The Possession Pool Debacle"

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A poolside scene with two friends, Jake and Mike, getting ready to enjoy a day of swimming and sun. Jake, who possesses strange powers, becomes determined to possess a redhead by the diving board. Mike expresses concern about Jake's past failed attempts at possession. Jake dismisses his worries and proceeds to possess the redhead, intending to perform a spectacular dive. However, something goes wrong, and Jake finds himself unable to escape possession, resulting in a chaotic and disastrous dive
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"Come on, dude, quit dawdling. The sun's shining, and the pool's calling our names!" Jake's voice carried through the parking lot as I lugged my towels, sunscreen, and an inflatable unicorn.

"I’m coming, I’m coming," I grumbled, quickening my pace. Honestly, it wasn’t the pool that had Jake all excited. It was his ridiculous possession powers, which he used with alarming frequency. You know, for fun.

“Man, check out that redhead by the diving board!” Jake whispered, nudging me as we walked in. She was lounging like a GQ cover model come to life. “I think I’m gonna pay her a visit.”

“Oh no, Jake. One of these days, this is going to backfire. Remember the time you tried to possess that bouncer at the club, and you ended up making him dance the Macarena?”

“This is different, Mike. Trust me,” Jake said with a confident grin that had ‘bad idea’ written all over it.

“Famous last words.”

The water sparkled like a liquid diamond under the summer sun. I barely had time to set up our spot before Jake’s eyes went glassy. He was at it again. Seconds later, Redhead's body stiffened, and she looked around with a familiar gleam. Yep, Jake had taken over.

“Hey! Mike!” She/Jake called out, swaying unsteadily on her feet.

“Dude, you realize you can’t just keep using this on random people, right?” I hissed, trying to look nonchalant despite standing next to a possessed redhead.

She/Jake just winked—or tried to. It came out as more of a pained squint. “Watch this.” Redhead sauntered over to the high dive. The entire pool watched in silence, expecting an Olympic-worthy performance.

And that’s when it happened. Mid-climb, Redhead’s face twisted in confusion. “Uh, Mike?” Her voice wobbled with unfamiliar distress.

“Oh no.” I whispered back, catching the unmistakable look of panic.

“Mike, I can’t get out!”

“What do you mean, you can’t get out? Jake, you’ve done this a million times!”

“I’m serious! It’s like I’m stuck,” Jake’s voice, mixed with the girl’s high-pitched one, sounded freakishly unsettling.

“Well, whatever you do, don’t make her jump. Panic attacks are not conducive to high dives,” I shouted up, now fully committed to the weirdness.

Before anyone else could figure out what was happening, Redhead/Jake lunged off the board with a terrified yelp worthy of a B-movie scream queen. The dive had all the grace of a drunken chicken. She belly-flopped so hard, I swear it created a mini-tsunami.

Meanwhile, I buried my face in my hands. “This is going to be such a lawsuit.”

Spectators gathered around the pool, more confused than alarmed. Redhead emerged from the water, dripping and red-faced—literally. “Okay, plan? We need a plan, Mike!”

“Uh, try convincing her you’re a friendly ghost?” I offered, my brain short-circuiting under the bizarre circumstances.

Before we could think up anything remotely intelligent, another girl approached and said, "Are you okay?" It was her friend, a tall brunette with a ‘save the world’ expression.

Redhead/Jake let out a breath, “No, I—” she began, then caught herself. “I mean, yes, totally fine. Just, um, sore... belly.”

Her friend squinted suspiciously. “You don’t look fine. You look—”

“Look, let's all just take five," I cut in, patting the girl's shoulder. "Things got... out of hand."

Jake tried to reassure me via Redhead's body. “This is temporary, right? Spells wear off.”

“I hope so,” I muttered. “You’re a walking paranormal activity episode right now.”

After what felt like an eternity—and much to everyone’s relief—Redhead suddenly staggered and blinked rapidly. Jake’s essence visibly whooshed out like a lost balloon. He reappeared next to me, ghost-pale and shivering.

“Never doing that again,” Jake mumbled, thoroughly chastened.

The girl looked around dazedly, clearly struggling to piece together her last few minutes. Her friend smiled awkwardly. “You sure you're alright?”

“Uh, yeah. Just... need a juice box,” she stammered, wobbling toward her lounge chair.

Jake and I exchanged looks. “Bro, I think this is a sign.”

His eyes widened, genuinely contrite. “Yeah, maybe possessing random hotties isn’t the best use of my powers.”

“Ya think?”

We grabbed our stuff, hightailing it out of there. As we left the pool, our oaths echoing in unison: “Next time, let's just play regular Marco Polo!”

This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL¡E 2, or uploaded by the user.

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Prompt: Write a story with dialogue where My best friend loves his possession powers. He uses them all the time. Today me and him went to the pool to check out some girls and to have some fun. Out of nowhere he possessed this redhead hottie. Something is wrong though for some reason he can’t leave her body.

Response: "Come on, dude, quit dawdling. The sun's shining, and the pool's calling our names!" Jake's voice carried through the parking lot as I lugged my towels, sunscreen, and an inflatable unicorn. "I’m coming, I’m coming," I grumbled, quickening my pace. Honestly, it wasn’t the pool that had Jake all excited. It was his ridiculous possession powers, which he used with alarming frequency. You know, for fun. “Man, check out that redhead by the diving board!” Jake whispered, nudging me as we walked in. She was lounging like a GQ cover model come to life. “I think I’m gonna pay her a visit.” “Oh no, Jake. One of these days, this is going to backfire. Remember the time you tried to possess that bouncer at the club, and you ended up making him dance the Macarena?” “This is different, Mike. Trust me,” Jake said with a confident grin that had ‘bad idea’ written all over it. “Famous last words.” The water sparkled like a liquid diamond under the summer sun. I barely had time to set up our spot before Jake’s eyes went glassy. He was at it again. Seconds later, Redhead's body stiffened, and she looked around with a familiar gleam. Yep, Jake had taken over. “Hey! Mike!” She/Jake called out, swaying unsteadily on her feet. “Dude, you realize you can’t just keep using this on random people, right?” I hissed, trying to look nonchalant despite standing next to a possessed redhead. She/Jake just winked—or tried to. It came out as more of a pained squint. “Watch this.” Redhead sauntered over to the high dive. The entire pool watched in silence, expecting an Olympic-worthy performance. And that’s when it happened. Mid-climb, Redhead’s face twisted in confusion. “Uh, Mike?” Her voice wobbled with unfamiliar distress. “Oh no.” I whispered back, catching the unmistakable look of panic. “Mike, I can’t get out!” “What do you mean, you can’t get out? Jake, you’ve done this a million times!” “I’m serious! It’s like I’m stuck,” Jake’s voice, mixed with the girl’s high-pitched one, sounded freakishly unsettling. “Well, whatever you do, don’t make her jump. Panic attacks are not conducive to high dives,” I shouted up, now fully committed to the weirdness. Before anyone else could figure out what was happening, Redhead/Jake lunged off the board with a terrified yelp worthy of a B-movie scream queen. The dive had all the grace of a drunken chicken. She belly-flopped so hard, I swear it created a mini-tsunami. Meanwhile, I buried my face in my hands. “This is going to be such a lawsuit.” Spectators gathered around the pool, more confused than alarmed. Redhead emerged from the water, dripping and red-faced—literally. “Okay, plan? We need a plan, Mike!” “Uh, try convincing her you’re a friendly ghost?” I offered, my brain short-circuiting under the bizarre circumstances. Before we could think up anything remotely intelligent, another girl approached and said, "Are you okay?" It was her friend, a tall brunette with a ‘save the world’ expression. Redhead/Jake let out a breath, “No, I—” she began, then caught herself. “I mean, yes, totally fine. Just, um, sore... belly.” Her friend squinted suspiciously. “You don’t look fine. You look—” “Look, let's all just take five," I cut in, patting the girl's shoulder. "Things got... out of hand." Jake tried to reassure me via Redhead's body. “This is temporary, right? Spells wear off.” “I hope so,” I muttered. “You’re a walking paranormal activity episode right now.” After what felt like an eternity—and much to everyone’s relief—Redhead suddenly staggered and blinked rapidly. Jake’s essence visibly whooshed out like a lost balloon. He reappeared next to me, ghost-pale and shivering. “Never doing that again,” Jake mumbled, thoroughly chastened. The girl looked around dazedly, clearly struggling to piece together her last few minutes. Her friend smiled awkwardly. “You sure you're alright?” “Uh, yeah. Just... need a juice box,” she stammered, wobbling toward her lounge chair. Jake and I exchanged looks. “Bro, I think this is a sign.” His eyes widened, genuinely contrite. “Yeah, maybe possessing random hotties isn’t the best use of my powers.” “Ya think?” We grabbed our stuff, hightailing it out of there. As we left the pool, our oaths echoing in unison: “Next time, let's just play regular Marco Polo!”

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