"Metamorphosis in Aisle Seven"
0 Points
0
### Untitled
---
In an unusual, apocalyptic year known as 2020, seven-year-old Ben found himself in the unlikeliest of predicaments. The grocery store, once a place of mundane groceries and leisurely shopping, had morphed into a treacherous labyrinth where survival meant evading the clutches of zombies. Ben, a seven-year-old with tousled blond hair, wore a cozy blue hoodie paired with faded jeans and little white sneakers. His innocent blue eyes scanned the eerie interior of the store as his small hand clenched tightly around his mom’s.
His mother, Emily, who was thirty-eight, stood at 5'6" with a slim build weighing around 130 pounds. Her birthday fell on a chilly December 14th in the year 1982. Emily's naturally dark brown hair was styled into a simple ponytail, making her hazel eyes stand out even more. She shuffled around the aisles in weary determination, her comfortable size 7 sneakers making silent steps as they pushed through the surreal shopping trip.
Ben tugged on his mother’s sleeve, his perceptive gaze landing on her feet. "Mommy, your feet are so tiny for a grown-up! Will mine be that tiny when I grow up?" he asked in his kid voice, innocent and filled with curiosity, each word sounding odd and misspoken.
Emily chuckled lightly, despite the intensity of their circumstances. "No, Ben. Since you’re a boy and not a girl, your feet should grow very big. Maybe you'll wear a size 10 or 11 when you're older." Her prediction hung in the air as they continued cautiously placing food and supplies into their cart.
A sudden, guttural growl echoed through the aisles, breaking their brief moment of normalcy. Zombies, seeming to rise from the shadows, began to flood into the store. Emily grabbed Ben’s hand decisively. "Run, Ben!"
Together they sprinted, Ben’s tiny legs moving furiously to keep up with his mother. Amidst the chaos, five Korean women appeared, dressed in traditional and stylish business attire – each one a stark contrast to the dreary backdrop of the unfolding zombie chaos.
Hana, the eldest at fifty-two, wore a cream blouse tucked smartly into a navy blue, A-line skirt. She stood at 5'3" and weighed about 115 pounds, her hair cut into a chic pixie style. Her platform shoes—glossy black with red painted nails—added an elegant touch, matching her sophisticated appearance.
Next to her was Jiwoo, aged forty-five, sporting a light pink silk blouse paired with a sleek, black pencil skirt. Jiwoo, at 5'4" and 110 pounds with her bob cut hairdo, wore white platform sandals adorned with pastel green nails.
Mei, also forty-five but a different birth year, wore a vibrant yellow blouse matched with a flowing gray skirt. Standing at 5'2" and weighing 120 pounds, her short curly hair framed her face perfectly. Her rainbow-colored platform sandals matched her playful spirit, completed with bright turquoise nails.
Sooyeon, aged forty-three and slightly younger, wore a lavender blouse and a pleated green skirt. At 5'3" and 112 pounds, her straight hair fell just above her shoulders. Her silver platform sandals glittered as she moved, her nails delicately painted in a soft lavender shade.
Finally, there was Daeun, aged forty, standing shorter than her friends at 5'1" and weighing 105 pounds. Her baby-blue blouse was complemented by a simple white skirt. With her short-cropped hair and yellow platform sandals, she looked stylish yet approachable, her nails a striking hot pink.
All five women were salon stylists by trade, practiced hands in enhancing beauty for many years. Hana had been in the profession for thirty years, Jiwoo and Mei for twenty-five years each, Sooyeon for twenty, and Daeun for fifteen years. They were as skilled with a pair of scissors as a painter with a brush.
Suddenly, Hana's perceptive gaze fell on Ben. She said something in Korean and reached out towards him. Ben hesitated, trying to escape, but Hana's hand was swift and firm. Her touch sent a dizzying sensation through his entire body, and the world around him turned black.
When Ben opened his eyes, he felt strangely taller and different. He looked down, his breath hitching. The blouse and knee-length skirt, the platform sandals—he was wearing them. His skin tone had changed, and his hands, adorned with red polished nails, traced the unfamiliar almond-shaped eyes on his face. They were nothing like his mother's wide eyes. His new slender fingers tried desperately to change them back, but his attempts were futile.
"I..I vant to go ome...I vant my mommy," he cried, the words coming out jumbled and wrong in his broken English. He wanted to say, "I want to go home, I want my mommy," but they were distorted by his new voice, a voice that wasn’t his own. The tears streaming down his cheeks only amplified the strangeness of hearing himself speak so differently.
Ben's cries attracted the attention of the remaining four women. They whispered amongst themselves, thinking he was Hana. They criticized her for wandering away and reminded her of her age.
"나이도 갖고 어딜 그렇게 혼자 돌아다녀요, 하나씨!" ("Hana, at your age, where do you think you’re going off to alone?"), Mei scolded.
"기다려줄 나이도 아닌데!" ("You should know better at your age!"), Jiwoo added reproachfully.
Ben, now in Hana’s body, could not understand their words, but their tones were clear. He tried to explain, tried to run, but the platform sandals tripped him again and again. The women pulled him towards the parking lot, guiding him with a firm grip on each hand.
The parking lot was deserted but swarming with zombies. Ben, terrified and confused, squeezed his eyes shut, every inch of him yearning for the familiar comfort of his mother.
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 long and thorough and detailed story taking place in the year 2020 starring 7 year old Ben 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, and her shoe size mentioned. Have Ben make a comment about his mom's feet being small for a grown up and have it be in quoted text asking if his feet were gonna be that tiny when he grew up in an innocent voice and spell words wrong showing what he wanted to say versus what he said in his little kid voice. Have his mom laugh and say no and have it be in quoted text saying since he's a boy and not a girl his feet should grow very big and have her guess what size his feet will be when he's older. 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 him following close behind. Have 5 Korean women appear wearing blouses and skirts with detailed descriptions of the colors and types of blouses and skirts and have all be wearing platform sandals and platform shoes with detailed descriptions of the colors of the platform sandals and platform shoes and have all of them have painted nails and include the colors. Include all 5 Korean women's names, ages all being older than his mom, heights all being shorter than his mom, weights, birthdays, birth years all being older than his mom with one of the 5 women being much older than the other 4 women, hair colors and styles all being short Korean styles and where they were from in the US or if they were from South Korea and their shoe sizes. Have one of the women notice the boy saying something to him in Korean and 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. Reveal which woman grabbed him and include her information a second time including her name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and where she was from and her shoe size being much smaller than his moms and mention her blouse type and color being the same as it was earlier and her skirt type and color being the same as it was earlier and her platform sandals color and type being the same as it was earlier and the color of her nail polish being the same as it was earlier.. Have all of the women be salon stylists and include them all being salon stylists in the story and how long each of them had been one for. Have him open his eyes realizing he's taller and feels different looking down and noticing the blouse and knee length skirt he was now wearing being the same consistent color they were earlier in the story and his different skin tone and the platform sandals being the same they were earlier in the story and the polished nails being the same color they were earlier in the story and have him look for his mommy worriedly realizing she's now gone. Have him yell for mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote the way he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him try to run stumbling over the platform sandals he was now wearing and have the woman's outfit be very uncomfortable and have him trip over something hearing his female voice and have him gag at how girly it all was and have him squeeze his eyes shut. Have him do everything to pace himself trying to run away from the zombies and and have the platform sandals be hard to run in and have him consistently trip over the platform sandals eventually getting far enough away from the zombies. Have him innocently study his new reflection tracing his almond shaped eyes with his new hands and have him try to change his eyes back to the normal wide eyes noticing they look nothing like his mother's but give up on trying being specific as to what he did. Have him say i want to go home i want mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English and saying some words wrong and show the quoted text how he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him start crying at the sound of his voice. Have him play with his short female hair and what he did with it noticing his polished nails on his female hands as he played with it but being unable to change it back to his boyish hair. Have him try to remove the blouse and skirt in different ways being unsuccessful and including each of the ways in the story with a detailed description. Have him try to remove the platform sandals being unable to trying in 5 different ways and including each of the 5 ways in the story but the platform sandals aren't glued to her feet they just won't come off. Have him notice his female feet actually look smaller than his mom's feet and have him say something and have it be in quoted text in very broken English about how he's gonna have girl feet and talk like the funny lady he now is for the rest of his life and show the quote he wanted to say it versus how he said it in very broken English. Have him try to remove the first piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why he couldn't. Have him try to remove the second piece of the woman's 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 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 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 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 jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to say I'm scared and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote how he wanted to say it versus how he said it and have him squeeze his eyes shut in fear. Have the woman's 4 other friends find her and grab her by the hands guiding her somewhere. Have one of the other woman criticize her for wandering off and have it be in quoted text in Korean calling the boy by their friend's name who had grabbed him earlier and who he was in the body of. Have another one of the other women criticize her reminding her her age and have it be in quoted text in Korean calling the boy by their friend's name who had grabbed him earlier and who he was in the body of. Have the boy in the woman's body hear the Korean women speaking to him thinking he's their friend unable to understand it at all. Have him struggle to run out in the platform sandals as the women drag him and have him make it out to the parking lot and have the parking lot be empty but full of zombies. Have him be terrified squeezing his eyes shut again.
Response: ### Untitled --- In an unusual, apocalyptic year known as 2020, seven-year-old Ben found himself in the unlikeliest of predicaments. The grocery store, once a place of mundane groceries and leisurely shopping, had morphed into a treacherous labyrinth where survival meant evading the clutches of zombies. Ben, a seven-year-old with tousled blond hair, wore a cozy blue hoodie paired with faded jeans and little white sneakers. His innocent blue eyes scanned the eerie interior of the store as his small hand clenched tightly around his mom’s. His mother, Emily, who was thirty-eight, stood at 5'6" with a slim build weighing around 130 pounds. Her birthday fell on a chilly December 14th in the year 1982. Emily's naturally dark brown hair was styled into a simple ponytail, making her hazel eyes stand out even more. She shuffled around the aisles in weary determination, her comfortable size 7 sneakers making silent steps as they pushed through the surreal shopping trip. Ben tugged on his mother’s sleeve, his perceptive gaze landing on her feet. "Mommy, your feet are so tiny for a grown-up! Will mine be that tiny when I grow up?" he asked in his kid voice, innocent and filled with curiosity, each word sounding odd and misspoken. Emily chuckled lightly, despite the intensity of their circumstances. "No, Ben. Since you’re a boy and not a girl, your feet should grow very big. Maybe you'll wear a size 10 or 11 when you're older." Her prediction hung in the air as they continued cautiously placing food and supplies into their cart. A sudden, guttural growl echoed through the aisles, breaking their brief moment of normalcy. Zombies, seeming to rise from the shadows, began to flood into the store. Emily grabbed Ben’s hand decisively. "Run, Ben!" Together they sprinted, Ben’s tiny legs moving furiously to keep up with his mother. Amidst the chaos, five Korean women appeared, dressed in traditional and stylish business attire – each one a stark contrast to the dreary backdrop of the unfolding zombie chaos. Hana, the eldest at fifty-two, wore a cream blouse tucked smartly into a navy blue, A-line skirt. She stood at 5'3" and weighed about 115 pounds, her hair cut into a chic pixie style. Her platform shoes—glossy black with red painted nails—added an elegant touch, matching her sophisticated appearance. Next to her was Jiwoo, aged forty-five, sporting a light pink silk blouse paired with a sleek, black pencil skirt. Jiwoo, at 5'4" and 110 pounds with her bob cut hairdo, wore white platform sandals adorned with pastel green nails. Mei, also forty-five but a different birth year, wore a vibrant yellow blouse matched with a flowing gray skirt. Standing at 5'2" and weighing 120 pounds, her short curly hair framed her face perfectly. Her rainbow-colored platform sandals matched her playful spirit, completed with bright turquoise nails. Sooyeon, aged forty-three and slightly younger, wore a lavender blouse and a pleated green skirt. At 5'3" and 112 pounds, her straight hair fell just above her shoulders. Her silver platform sandals glittered as she moved, her nails delicately painted in a soft lavender shade. Finally, there was Daeun, aged forty, standing shorter than her friends at 5'1" and weighing 105 pounds. Her baby-blue blouse was complemented by a simple white skirt. With her short-cropped hair and yellow platform sandals, she looked stylish yet approachable, her nails a striking hot pink. All five women were salon stylists by trade, practiced hands in enhancing beauty for many years. Hana had been in the profession for thirty years, Jiwoo and Mei for twenty-five years each, Sooyeon for twenty, and Daeun for fifteen years. They were as skilled with a pair of scissors as a painter with a brush. Suddenly, Hana's perceptive gaze fell on Ben. She said something in Korean and reached out towards him. Ben hesitated, trying to escape, but Hana's hand was swift and firm. Her touch sent a dizzying sensation through his entire body, and the world around him turned black. When Ben opened his eyes, he felt strangely taller and different. He looked down, his breath hitching. The blouse and knee-length skirt, the platform sandals—he was wearing them. His skin tone had changed, and his hands, adorned with red polished nails, traced the unfamiliar almond-shaped eyes on his face. They were nothing like his mother's wide eyes. His new slender fingers tried desperately to change them back, but his attempts were futile. "I..I vant to go ome...I vant my mommy," he cried, the words coming out jumbled and wrong in his broken English. He wanted to say, "I want to go home, I want my mommy," but they were distorted by his new voice, a voice that wasn’t his own. The tears streaming down his cheeks only amplified the strangeness of hearing himself speak so differently. Ben's cries attracted the attention of the remaining four women. They whispered amongst themselves, thinking he was Hana. They criticized her for wandering away and reminded her of her age. "나이도 갖고 어딜 그렇게 혼자 돌아다녀요, 하나씨!" ("Hana, at your age, where do you think you’re going off to alone?"), Mei scolded. "기다려줄 나이도 아닌데!" ("You should know better at your age!"), Jiwoo added reproachfully. Ben, now in Hana’s body, could not understand their words, but their tones were clear. He tried to explain, tried to run, but the platform sandals tripped him again and again. The women pulled him towards the parking lot, guiding him with a firm grip on each hand. The parking lot was deserted but swarming with zombies. Ben, terrified and confused, squeezed his eyes shut, every inch of him yearning for the familiar comfort of his mother.
Post your own comment: