**Dressed in White**
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Title: **Dressed in White**
### Chapter 1: The Grocery Store
It was the dawn of a new, eerie normal in the infamously tumultuous year of 2020. Seven-year-old Benjamin clutched his mother’s hand as they navigated the panic-ridden grocery store. Every wall of the supermarket felt like a confining labyrinth, darkened by the invading dread of the zombie pandemic outside. Benjamin, a small white boy with tousled brown hair and green eyes, wore a blue and red superhero hoodie paired with worn-out jeans and rubber boots. His mother, Hannah, a youthful-looking woman of 35, stood at 5'6" with an athletic build of 140 pounds. She was born on June 3, 1985. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back into a hasty ponytail, her blue eyes scanning the shelves for supplies.
They wearily grabbed canned food and supplies, hastily putting them into their cart. Hannah’s instincts were razor-sharp; every sound, every shadow in the corner of her eye, was a potential threat. But it wasn’t enough to avoid what came next. The sliding doors of the entrance burst open, and zombies began pouring in, their guttural moans echoing through the aisles.
"Run, Benny, run!" she screamed, pulling him close to her.
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### Chapter 2: The Mysterious Bride
Benjamin followed close behind his mom, his small legs struggling to keep up. As the chaos unraveled, a stunning yet peculiar sight caught his eye—a woman in a white wedding dress. Her name was Emily, a 40-year-old who stood at 5'8" and weighed around 150 pounds. She was born on March 19, 1980. Her brunette hair was styled in elaborate curls and pinned up, sparkling with tiny, hidden jewels. Her eyes were a deep shade of hazel.
The dress was exquisite, adorned with intricate lace patterns and pearl embellishments that reached all the way down to its train. She wore elegant white gloves, a shimmering veil draped over her face, and pristine white satin heels. Her nails were coated with immaculate white polish, and her hands glittered with various wedding jewelry: a diamond tiara, a pearl necklace, chandelier earrings, an opal bracelet, an anklet with tiny charms, and a wedding ring adorned with tiny diamonds.
Emily was a runaway bride seeking solace, who unfortunately stumbled into the wrong place—the grocery store—thinking it might have some necessities. She saw Benjamin running and instinctively reached out to grab him.
"Come with me, you'll be safe," she said, her voice desperate.
"No!" Benjamin tried to yank his arm back but felt a strange dizziness. His vision went black.
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### Chapter 3: Transformed
Benjamin opened his eyes, feeling an odd weight dragging him down. He was taller. A veil covered his view. He pulled it aside to see himself clad in Emily's wedding dress and gloves. The jewelry weighed heavily on him, and his fingers, now painted with white nail polish, looked foreign and delicate.
“Oh no, where’s Mommy?!” he shouted, panicking.
He tried to run but stumbled over the satin heels. The dress’s train swirled around him as he gagged, finding everything unbearably girly. Desperate to steady himself, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather his bearings. The veil kept dropping back into his vision, and the shoes were painfully hard to walk in.
Benjamin staggered but eventually managed to put some distance between himself and the zombies. He came across a mirror and was both horrified and mystified by his reflection. He softly traced his eyes with dainty fingers that weren’t his own, trying to change them back to normal but to no avail. His eyes, an alien hazel, looked nothing like his mother's.
He tugged at his hair, done up in an elaborate style for the wedding, trying to dishevel it, but the tightly pinned curls refused to budge. Thinking he could at least remove the veil and gloves, he pulled at the veil’s comb but it remained fastened securely. He yanked at the gloves’ seams, but they too remained immovably tight around his fingers.
Next, he tried five different ways to remove the dress: pulling it off over his head, unbuttoning the back, tearing at the skirt, unlacing the corset, and shimmying out of it, but each method was met with failure. Similarly, the wedding shoes wouldn’t budge after trying five different times: slipping them off, unbuckling the straps, twisting his feet, stomping them loose, and even scratching at the material.
The jewelry was equally relentless. The tiara sat unwaveringly in his hair, the necklace seemed fused around his neck, the earrings wouldn't unclasp, the bracelet and anklet were mysteriously welded shut, and the wedding ring wouldn't even shift, hindered by the gloves.
He even resorted to trying to scrape off the pristine nail polish, but no matter what he did—scratching, biting, rubbing—the polish remained perfect.
In his desperate attempts, Benjamin realized he was utterly trapped in this elaborate and girly ensemble. The weight of the situation—literally and metaphorically—drove him to tears, and he could only hope that somewhere, somehow, his mother was safe.
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### Chapter 4: The Escape
Collecting himself, Benjamin steadied his breathing. He knew he had to run further, avoid the zombies, and perhaps find his mother or help elsewhere. Adjusting his grip on the train of the dress and pushing aside the veil for a clear view, he began his painstaking journey through the convoluted aisles of the grocery store, stepping through the nightmare of a world that had seemingly turned upside down.
This story was generated by user manemansteve 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.
AI Prompts
Prompt: A story taking place in the year 2020 starring 7 year old Benjamin with a description of what he's wearing and his race being white and have him be shopping with his mom in the middle of a zombie pandemic. Include his mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color Have them be wearily grabbing food and supplies putting it in the cart when zombies started pouring in to the grocery store. Have his mom start running with himfollowing close behind. Have a woman wearing a white wedding dress with a very detailed description of the wedding dress and wedding gloves and a veil and wedding shoes or wedding sandals with a detailed description of the wedding shoes or wedding sandals and have her nails be painted with a very detailed description of the nails being white and have her be wearing tons of wedding jewelry with detailed descriptions of all 6 pieces of jewelry including the wedding ring with a detailed description of the wedding ring. Include the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year being older than his mom, hair color and style being done for a wedding and eye color and race being white and include a reason for why she was wearing a wedding dress and where she came from and why. Have her notice the boy reaching out to grab him and have him try to avoid her still being grabbed by the woman getting dizzy and have his vision go black. Have him open his eyes realizing he's taller and has a veil covering his view and have him pull it out of the way and have him look down to see he was now wearing the wedding dress and the wedding gloves and all the jewelry and have him notice his fingernails are coated in a white polish and have him look for his mommy worriedly realizing she's now gone. Have him try to run stumbling over the shoes he was now wearing and have the woman's dress come up just enough for him to see the shoes he was now wearing and have him gag at how girly it all was and have him squeeze his eyes shut. Have him do everything to steady himself trying to run away from the zombies and have the veil consistently get in his view and have the shoes be hard to walk in and have him consistently trip over the dress eventually getting far enough away from the zombies. Have him innocently study his new reflection tracing his eyes with his dainty fingers and have him try to change his eyes back to normal noticing they look nothing like his mother's but give up on trying being specific as to what he did. Have him play with his hair that was done in an elaborate way for the wedding being unable to phase it or undo it being specific as to what he did. Have him try to take off the veil and the wedding gloves being unable to remove them being specific as to what he tried to do to remove the veil and being specific as to what he did to try to remove the gloves. Have him try to remove the whole wedding dress in 5 different ways being unsuccessful and including each of the 5 ways in the story with a detailed description. Have him try to remove the wedding shoes or wedding sandals being unable to trying in 5 different ways and including each of the 5 ways in the story. Have him try to remove the first piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the second piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the third piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fourth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fifth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the sixth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the wedding ring off the woman's finger being unable to even get past the gloves being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to scrape off the woman's nail polish being unable to get rid of it being specific as to what he did and have the nail polish remain perfect.
Response: Title: **Dressed in White** ### Chapter 1: The Grocery Store It was the dawn of a new, eerie normal in the infamously tumultuous year of 2020. Seven-year-old Benjamin clutched his mother’s hand as they navigated the panic-ridden grocery store. Every wall of the supermarket felt like a confining labyrinth, darkened by the invading dread of the zombie pandemic outside. Benjamin, a small white boy with tousled brown hair and green eyes, wore a blue and red superhero hoodie paired with worn-out jeans and rubber boots. His mother, Hannah, a youthful-looking woman of 35, stood at 5'6" with an athletic build of 140 pounds. She was born on June 3, 1985. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back into a hasty ponytail, her blue eyes scanning the shelves for supplies. They wearily grabbed canned food and supplies, hastily putting them into their cart. Hannah’s instincts were razor-sharp; every sound, every shadow in the corner of her eye, was a potential threat. But it wasn’t enough to avoid what came next. The sliding doors of the entrance burst open, and zombies began pouring in, their guttural moans echoing through the aisles. "Run, Benny, run!" she screamed, pulling him close to her. --- ### Chapter 2: The Mysterious Bride Benjamin followed close behind his mom, his small legs struggling to keep up. As the chaos unraveled, a stunning yet peculiar sight caught his eye—a woman in a white wedding dress. Her name was Emily, a 40-year-old who stood at 5'8" and weighed around 150 pounds. She was born on March 19, 1980. Her brunette hair was styled in elaborate curls and pinned up, sparkling with tiny, hidden jewels. Her eyes were a deep shade of hazel. The dress was exquisite, adorned with intricate lace patterns and pearl embellishments that reached all the way down to its train. She wore elegant white gloves, a shimmering veil draped over her face, and pristine white satin heels. Her nails were coated with immaculate white polish, and her hands glittered with various wedding jewelry: a diamond tiara, a pearl necklace, chandelier earrings, an opal bracelet, an anklet with tiny charms, and a wedding ring adorned with tiny diamonds. Emily was a runaway bride seeking solace, who unfortunately stumbled into the wrong place—the grocery store—thinking it might have some necessities. She saw Benjamin running and instinctively reached out to grab him. "Come with me, you'll be safe," she said, her voice desperate. "No!" Benjamin tried to yank his arm back but felt a strange dizziness. His vision went black. --- ### Chapter 3: Transformed Benjamin opened his eyes, feeling an odd weight dragging him down. He was taller. A veil covered his view. He pulled it aside to see himself clad in Emily's wedding dress and gloves. The jewelry weighed heavily on him, and his fingers, now painted with white nail polish, looked foreign and delicate. “Oh no, where’s Mommy?!” he shouted, panicking. He tried to run but stumbled over the satin heels. The dress’s train swirled around him as he gagged, finding everything unbearably girly. Desperate to steady himself, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather his bearings. The veil kept dropping back into his vision, and the shoes were painfully hard to walk in. Benjamin staggered but eventually managed to put some distance between himself and the zombies. He came across a mirror and was both horrified and mystified by his reflection. He softly traced his eyes with dainty fingers that weren’t his own, trying to change them back to normal but to no avail. His eyes, an alien hazel, looked nothing like his mother's. He tugged at his hair, done up in an elaborate style for the wedding, trying to dishevel it, but the tightly pinned curls refused to budge. Thinking he could at least remove the veil and gloves, he pulled at the veil’s comb but it remained fastened securely. He yanked at the gloves’ seams, but they too remained immovably tight around his fingers. Next, he tried five different ways to remove the dress: pulling it off over his head, unbuttoning the back, tearing at the skirt, unlacing the corset, and shimmying out of it, but each method was met with failure. Similarly, the wedding shoes wouldn’t budge after trying five different times: slipping them off, unbuckling the straps, twisting his feet, stomping them loose, and even scratching at the material. The jewelry was equally relentless. The tiara sat unwaveringly in his hair, the necklace seemed fused around his neck, the earrings wouldn't unclasp, the bracelet and anklet were mysteriously welded shut, and the wedding ring wouldn't even shift, hindered by the gloves. He even resorted to trying to scrape off the pristine nail polish, but no matter what he did—scratching, biting, rubbing—the polish remained perfect. In his desperate attempts, Benjamin realized he was utterly trapped in this elaborate and girly ensemble. The weight of the situation—literally and metaphorically—drove him to tears, and he could only hope that somewhere, somehow, his mother was safe. --- ### Chapter 4: The Escape Collecting himself, Benjamin steadied his breathing. He knew he had to run further, avoid the zombies, and perhaps find his mother or help elsewhere. Adjusting his grip on the train of the dress and pushing aside the veil for a clear view, he began his painstaking journey through the convoluted aisles of the grocery store, stepping through the nightmare of a world that had seemingly turned upside down.
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