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**Title: Veils of Dread**
It was a dreary, gray afternoon in May 2020, the haunting moans of the undead muffled behind the walls of an old grocery store. Inside, Benjamin, a small seven-year-old boy with tousled brown hair and wide, frightened blue eyes, clutched his mother's hand tightly. Wearing his favorite red hoodie, jeans, and worn-out sneakers, Benjamin knew he had to be brave. His mother, Sarah, stood warily beside him, pushing a cart filled with essential supplies they desperately needed.
Sarah was 34 years old and stood at 5'6", her slender frame weighed around 130 pounds. With cascading chestnut curls and piercing green eyes, she was a beacon of warmth and resilience. Her birthday, as Benjamin often reminded himself, was October 20, 1985. He never forgot such details about his mom. Sarah's maternal love was his safe harbor in these terrifying times.
As they reached for the last can of beans on the bottom shelf, a shuffling noise interrupted them. Sarah's face went pale with horror. Zombies began to pour into the store, their decomposed figures moving unevenly towards them. "Run! Benjamin, run!" she shouted, her voice a mixture of determination and fear.
Hand in hand, they raced through the chaotic aisles. In a frantic effort to escape, they dashed past a woman dressed in a pristine wedding gown. Despite the surroundings, she seemed ethereal, otherworldly. The gown was a delicate creation of satin and lace, adorned with intricate beadwork and shimmering sequins. White gloves covered her hands, and a veil obscured her face, while her feet were ensconced in elegant sandals, with pearls and tiny hearts detailing their delicate straps. Her nails, like the rest of her attire, were meticulously cared for, painted a flawless white with a French tip. Her name was Emily, another 34-year-old with blonde hair styled in an elaborate bridal updo. She had green eyes, much like Sarah, and had been caught in this horror as she prepared for her wedding day, fleeing the church as the outbreak started.
As Sarah and Benjamin ran, Emily's eyes caught Benjamin’s. In a flash, she reached out, her grip surprisingly strong, her intentions unclear. Benjamin tried to break free, but Emily's grasp was firm. The world started to spin, and his vision went black.
When Benjamin's eyes fluttered open, his perspective had changed. He was taller, and something was obstructing his view. He pulled a delicate veil away from his eyes and looked down. To his shock, he was now wearing Emily's wedding dress, gloves, and jewelry. His small hands were now adorned with the same white polished nails he had seen moments before. Panic surged through him as he searched for Sarah, but she was nowhere in sight.
Struggling to balance in the dainty sandals, Benjamin stumbled forward, the hem of the wedding gown tangling around his legs. He gagged at how girly it all was, squeezing his eyes shut in distress. Desperately, he tried to steady himself and run, but the veil kept slipping into his view, and the shoes were impossible to walk in. The zombies' moans echoed close behind.
After managing to distance himself from the immediate threat, Benjamin found a quiet corner. Exhausted, he studied his reflection in a cracked mirror. His new appearance was alien to him; tracing his eyes with dainty fingers, he realized they looked nothing like his mother's. He gave up trying to change them back, accepting that they were different now. He tugged at his elaborate hairstyle, hoping to undo it, but it remained perfectly styled, resistant to his fumbling attempts.
Next, he tried to remove the veil, but it wouldn't budge despite his pulling, yanking, and twisting. Frustrated, he then attempted to take off the gloves by peeling them, biting them, rolling them off, and even rubbing them against the rough floor, but they stayed firmly in place.
Determined to remove the wedding dress, he approached it methodically. First, he fiddled with the zipper, but it was stuck. Then he tried to tear the fabric, but it held strong. He attempted to slip it over his head, but it wouldn't stretch. Even his efforts to cut it with a found shard of glass and unlace it painstakingly failed; it seemed enchanted somehow.
Equally unsuccessful were his attempts to remove the sandals: he tried unlacing them, cutting the straps, slipping them off while pulling, unbuckling non-existent fastenings, and even using soapy water to slide them off, but they remained glued to his feet.
Turning his attention to the wedding jewelry, Benjamin first attempted to slide off the bracelet, but his gloves got in the way. Next, he tried to unclasp the necklace, yet the tiny clasp wouldn't budge. The earrings and pins in his updo were equally impossible; no matter how he twisted or pulled, they seemed impervious to his efforts. The delicate anklet stayed firm despite his yanking, and the dainty tiara atop his head felt like it was welded there. The wedding ring refused to slip past the gloves. And when he attempted to scrape off the beautiful, infuriating polish, it remained flawless as ever.
Suddenly, he noticed a date inscribed inside one of the pieces of jewelry: May 15, 1985—the bride’s birthday. Benjamin’s mind raced. This meant Emily was even older than his mom, making his transformed self older as well.
Trying to voice his fear, Benjamin found himself speaking in a feminine, nasally tone. "I'm ss-scared... I hope my hussband is ssafe..." he heard himself say, the words twisted into a nightmare of unintended meaning. He squeezed his eyes shut in fear, the weight of his impossible situation settling heavily upon him.
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 being after June, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have Benjamin know his mom's birthday and birth year by heart. 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 being before June, birth year being the same ashis 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 but the gloves and veil aren't stitched they're just stuck. 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 but nothing is glued or anything just stuck. Have him somehow find out the birthday of the woman in the wedding dress realizing he's now older than his mom but include a logical way how he found out. Have him try to say I'm scared and have it be in quoted text unwillingly talking about ruining the dress and the shoes and the makeup and i hope "my" husband is _____ and have him speak in a nasally feminine tone filling in the blank and spell the words ruining and dress and husband differently with more Ss and have him squeeze his eyes shut in fear.
Response: **Title: Veils of Dread** It was a dreary, gray afternoon in May 2020, the haunting moans of the undead muffled behind the walls of an old grocery store. Inside, Benjamin, a small seven-year-old boy with tousled brown hair and wide, frightened blue eyes, clutched his mother's hand tightly. Wearing his favorite red hoodie, jeans, and worn-out sneakers, Benjamin knew he had to be brave. His mother, Sarah, stood warily beside him, pushing a cart filled with essential supplies they desperately needed. Sarah was 34 years old and stood at 5'6", her slender frame weighed around 130 pounds. With cascading chestnut curls and piercing green eyes, she was a beacon of warmth and resilience. Her birthday, as Benjamin often reminded himself, was October 20, 1985. He never forgot such details about his mom. Sarah's maternal love was his safe harbor in these terrifying times. As they reached for the last can of beans on the bottom shelf, a shuffling noise interrupted them. Sarah's face went pale with horror. Zombies began to pour into the store, their decomposed figures moving unevenly towards them. "Run! Benjamin, run!" she shouted, her voice a mixture of determination and fear. Hand in hand, they raced through the chaotic aisles. In a frantic effort to escape, they dashed past a woman dressed in a pristine wedding gown. Despite the surroundings, she seemed ethereal, otherworldly. The gown was a delicate creation of satin and lace, adorned with intricate beadwork and shimmering sequins. White gloves covered her hands, and a veil obscured her face, while her feet were ensconced in elegant sandals, with pearls and tiny hearts detailing their delicate straps. Her nails, like the rest of her attire, were meticulously cared for, painted a flawless white with a French tip. Her name was Emily, another 34-year-old with blonde hair styled in an elaborate bridal updo. She had green eyes, much like Sarah, and had been caught in this horror as she prepared for her wedding day, fleeing the church as the outbreak started. As Sarah and Benjamin ran, Emily's eyes caught Benjamin’s. In a flash, she reached out, her grip surprisingly strong, her intentions unclear. Benjamin tried to break free, but Emily's grasp was firm. The world started to spin, and his vision went black. When Benjamin's eyes fluttered open, his perspective had changed. He was taller, and something was obstructing his view. He pulled a delicate veil away from his eyes and looked down. To his shock, he was now wearing Emily's wedding dress, gloves, and jewelry. His small hands were now adorned with the same white polished nails he had seen moments before. Panic surged through him as he searched for Sarah, but she was nowhere in sight. Struggling to balance in the dainty sandals, Benjamin stumbled forward, the hem of the wedding gown tangling around his legs. He gagged at how girly it all was, squeezing his eyes shut in distress. Desperately, he tried to steady himself and run, but the veil kept slipping into his view, and the shoes were impossible to walk in. The zombies' moans echoed close behind. After managing to distance himself from the immediate threat, Benjamin found a quiet corner. Exhausted, he studied his reflection in a cracked mirror. His new appearance was alien to him; tracing his eyes with dainty fingers, he realized they looked nothing like his mother's. He gave up trying to change them back, accepting that they were different now. He tugged at his elaborate hairstyle, hoping to undo it, but it remained perfectly styled, resistant to his fumbling attempts. Next, he tried to remove the veil, but it wouldn't budge despite his pulling, yanking, and twisting. Frustrated, he then attempted to take off the gloves by peeling them, biting them, rolling them off, and even rubbing them against the rough floor, but they stayed firmly in place. Determined to remove the wedding dress, he approached it methodically. First, he fiddled with the zipper, but it was stuck. Then he tried to tear the fabric, but it held strong. He attempted to slip it over his head, but it wouldn't stretch. Even his efforts to cut it with a found shard of glass and unlace it painstakingly failed; it seemed enchanted somehow. Equally unsuccessful were his attempts to remove the sandals: he tried unlacing them, cutting the straps, slipping them off while pulling, unbuckling non-existent fastenings, and even using soapy water to slide them off, but they remained glued to his feet. Turning his attention to the wedding jewelry, Benjamin first attempted to slide off the bracelet, but his gloves got in the way. Next, he tried to unclasp the necklace, yet the tiny clasp wouldn't budge. The earrings and pins in his updo were equally impossible; no matter how he twisted or pulled, they seemed impervious to his efforts. The delicate anklet stayed firm despite his yanking, and the dainty tiara atop his head felt like it was welded there. The wedding ring refused to slip past the gloves. And when he attempted to scrape off the beautiful, infuriating polish, it remained flawless as ever. Suddenly, he noticed a date inscribed inside one of the pieces of jewelry: May 15, 1985—the bride’s birthday. Benjamin’s mind raced. This meant Emily was even older than his mom, making his transformed self older as well. Trying to voice his fear, Benjamin found himself speaking in a feminine, nasally tone. "I'm ss-scared... I hope my hussband is ssafe..." he heard himself say, the words twisted into a nightmare of unintended meaning. He squeezed his eyes shut in fear, the weight of his impossible situation settling heavily upon him.
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