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Choose a real life historical figure and write about his or her life as you would write a fairy tale or a greek tragedy. But leave out the names so that the readers may guess who the story is about on their own. | instruction | 0 | 850 |
There once was a king, in a far-away land.
Now, this king was a good king, unlike those in many of these tales. He wanted what was best for his kingdom and fought his hardest for that, while the rest of his court was all out for themselves.
This king had great plans for his kingdom. When he took power, the kingdom was ... | output | 1 | 850 |
As a young writer who survived a horrific accident, you swore you wouldn't die before you at least finished your first novel. Now, a thousand years later, you're still cursing your case of writer's block. | instruction | 0 | 851 |
You sat in the same spot you had been in for centuries, and looked around. Your desk had fallen apart 940 years ago, the window had broken not long after that, and the chair soon after that. Your house had collapsed 850 years ago, and the rest of civilization had soon followed suit with the resource crisis and wars. An... | output | 1 | 851 |
Here is a draft of a social media post I want to write. It's too long right now, so I'll need you to trim it down to 100 characters (including emojis):
Hey friends,
I wanted to update all of you that I'm starting a new position at Awesome.AI next week, where I will be Chief Data Officer. I am super-excited about this ... | instruction | 0 | 852 |
🚨Life Update🚨
From next week I’m C-Data-O of Awesome.AI! 🤩
🙏 Radical.AI - will miss you all! | output | 1 | 852 |
write a story about the grinch as if he was a lovecraftian monster | instruction | 0 | 853 |
An Excerpt from "The Krumpet Horror":
There are no words to properly express the horror of that day...
I had been investigating a strange case of delluminating Christmas lights when I came across a strange clue: green hair and a lingering odor, like sulfur.
This led me down a dark path of research that no Whovian shoul... | output | 1 | 853 |
write a story with the first line being "it was raining quite hard" and the last line being " and right there it rained a little harder" | instruction | 0 | 854 |
It was raining quite hard.
Fitting, I suppose, the worlds way of bemoaning a life so short.
I do not usually care for the after, the things men do to honor their dead. In fact, I have not once attended a funeral where I was not needed. It is not my job to watch these affairs, only to escort my charges to their end. Yet... | output | 1 | 854 |
You are the head of propaganda of an alien race that have declared war on humans. You have to write this cycle's newspaper by exaggerating/ distorting daily human activities. | instruction | 0 | 855 |
A Glance Into the Daily Depravity of Humans - by Morda Malordin
The Human prepares for violence the moment it starts its day. It stretches its horrible limbs as it awakes from sleep. Not yet fully functional, it stumbles to an energy station. A gruesome black liquid powers the Human, along with a form of solid sustenan... | output | 1 | 855 |
Can someone write me a story for my six year old daughter? | instruction | 0 | 856 |
Sure, here is a story for your six-year-old daughter:
In a valley there is a glen, and in the glen is a cottage. The walls are white and the roof is thatched. It smells like fresh hay, sunny days, and plucked heather.
In the house lives a small mouse family. There is Momma Mouse and Papa Mouse and their three children... | output | 1 | 856 |
Rewrite a passage from tbe bible but in the style of JoJo's Bizzare Adventure | instruction | 0 | 857 |
Belshazzar cowered and fell to the ground as a silver hand appeared. It wrote on the wall in gleaming letters "Mene, Mene, Tekel, and Parsin!!!"
"OH NO!" Belshazzar shrieked. "Enchanters, warriors, tell me what this means."
"This must be the work of an enemy Stand..." Yet the enchanters could not decipher the writing o... | output | 1 | 857 |
Saddest story you can write in under twenty-five words. | instruction | 0 | 858 |
Orphans are children who've lost parents. Widows are people who've lost spouses. Where's the word for parents who've lost children, they wondered. What are we? | output | 1 | 858 |
Write a gritty and depressing story set in a cutesy and childlike environment, or do the reverse and write a childishly optimistic fairy tale set in a grim dystopia. | instruction | 0 | 859 |
Once upon a time, a brave young boy was trapped in a giant tower.
The tower was made of metal and painted black.
The tower had no windows.
The tower was a scary place.
*How I want to smell the grass again*, the brave young boy thought, *and swim in the sea like a dolphin, and watch the clouds again like a happy bird.*
... | output | 1 | 859 |
You are a video game critic that’s been sucked into a game. After a week trapped there, you write up something that’s both a survivor’s journal and game review. | instruction | 0 | 860 |
Day 1: I seem to have arrived on an island. I have yet to meet any other humans. I do appear to have acquired a meager shelter, and have done a small number of banal fetch quests. All significant gameplay appears to be locked behind an arbitrary clock system.
Day 2: I have continued my work of fostering relationships w... | output | 1 | 860 |
In 75 words or fewer, write about experiencing a devastating loss, without including death. | instruction | 0 | 861 |
The mirror hadn't been cleaned. She sighed and began scrubbing. When she had finished, she made her way towards the kitchen and heard snippets of conversation.
"Your grandmammy... Her Alzheimer's is getting worse. She's not the nice old lady you used to know..."
She wondered who they were talking about for a moment bef... | output | 1 | 861 |
You're a writer who has died. When you cross over, you discover that the worlds you created in your mind are actual places. You've now found yourself in your own creation for eternity. What happens next? | instruction | 0 | 862 |
The sun seared into my head as I came to in a glistening wheat field. Every bone in my body cracked and groaned as I sat upright, every muscle stretched and twitched as if saying, "you don't belong here." The clang and crash of metal drew my attention, looking over my shoulder there they were, two armored warriors comp... | output | 1 | 862 |
Your memory resets everytime you fall asleep, so before you go to bed you always write down everything you want to remember from that day on your journal. This morning, you wake up and see what you wrote last night. There's only one word, "RUN". | instruction | 0 | 863 |
I just grabbed my bug-out bag and closed the door behind me.
I have no idea why I told myself to run, but I trusted myself, so I took the items I prepared in case I need to run and just booked it. I will undoubtly find out why I am supposed to run when I'm going to reach a safe place.
I have had save sites prepared pre... | output | 1 | 863 |
In under 30 words, write an enticing start to a novel establishing a dystopian society | instruction | 0 | 864 |
The raindrops crash against my windowpane. Yet when I look outside the fire is still burning. | output | 1 | 864 |
You are a pet, write a love letter to its owner. | instruction | 0 | 865 |
Owner, Master, Friend, Protector;
I loved you when I was small and new in this world, and nothing made sense. Your heart seemed so sad, so I cuddled you until the hurt stopped. I loved when we played find-the-toy, you were so happy when I found them all! When I couldn't hold my bladder, you never screamed or raised a f... | output | 1 | 865 |
You clearly mail ordered a cheap, factory made sword. Then they gave you an authentic holy sword that made you into a chosen hero. Time to write a bad review! | instruction | 0 | 866 |
First of all I’d like to start by saying I ordered a cheap sword that was only supposed to look shiny so I could have a play sword fight with my son. Instead I accidentally chopped his sword in half and took one of his fingers with it. Along with him losing that finger I’ve now lost custody of my children. Thanks, assh... | output | 1 | 866 |
The "What if the Nazis won??" trope has been done to death. This time, imagine you live in a world where they won and write a story based on the prompt, "What if the allies won??" | instruction | 0 | 867 |
Parts of this make me feel unclean to write, but here it is anyway.
Back-page summary of The Girl in the Low Valley by Hans Schroeder
It is 1963. The Axis Powers have crumbled against the Slavic hordes of the Soviet Union and the devastating American Atom Bombs. What was once the Reich has been divided between The USSR... | output | 1 | 867 |
You're a high society socialite 1600/1700s write a letter to a friend about a scandalous event | instruction | 0 | 868 |
Madam Smithers tea party was indeed the scandal of the week. Nay, the month! It is very doubtful that most of the kindly gentlefolk there had ever seen such appalling behaviour. Lord Bryon, you remeber him right? The lude young inheritor of Charles and Josphine Bryon. The couple that died in the fire last May. OH, back... | output | 1 | 868 |
"History is written by the victors", write in first person about a historical event as viewed by someone on the losing side. | instruction | 0 | 869 |
I had never known such a weapon.
The stone hurtled through the air and stuck me down.
I tried. By all our Gods I tried.
The Israelites came, and we drove them back. I drove them back. For forty days I called my challenge to end this with single combat, the sight of my brothers dead around me had sickened my soul and po... | output | 1 | 869 |
You are stuck as a propaganda writer for North Korea. You want to get out of North Korea, but you must do it by writing propaganda. | instruction | 0 | 870 |
Comrades! The day has come we've long been fighting for. The imperialist American scum has been defeated. Our glorious leader has triumphed over the illegitimate government of the south. Now is the time to rush the demilitarized zone with much enthusiasm and determination. There are some final traitors that will refuse... | output | 1 | 870 |
In only 26 words, going down the alphabet, write a murder. | instruction | 0 | 871 |
A blade, cold, dark, enticingly fun. Gliding hungrily into jugulars, knees, ligaments; moving noiselessly, only pain. Questioning reasons, seeking to undo. Vaulted worry. EXIT! You zealot. | output | 1 | 871 |
You are a writer struggling to make ends meet that suddenly realizes a famous author is using time travel to steal your ideas. Write an email to him/her. | instruction | 0 | 872 |
Dear [Author Name],
It has come to my attention that you have published a series of books about the characters Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. I would like to know, sir, where you received your inspiration for these characters.
When I was a young man, and an aspiring writer, I invented two characters who had a variet... | output | 1 | 872 |
Shakespeare is reincarnated as a young man in 2016. Like any young writer, he dabbled in fanfiction. Cringey fanfiction. Write one of these fanfictions. | instruction | 0 | 873 |
HERMIONE (an aside, to herself):
O, fell me now, foul clutches of the loves
I cannot escape! To be smitten is
to be hung from the parapets of fate
and wrung out like dirty, sodden washcloth
How can I choose between Ron and Harry?
How can a woman's heart beat in tandem
with those of two others'? A fool I am!
Hark!
A spe... | output | 1 | 873 |
My Cat Fell Into a Laundry Basket. Try to write a story or poem based on this image. | instruction | 0 | 874 |
There once was an agile young cat
who thought his balance was all that.
He was cocky and sly, yet still sweet as pie,
but balance was something he lacked.
With a hop and a leap,
not making a peep,
Milo was quickly midair.
He'd land on his feet
not skipping a beat,
and strut away without a care.
But a misstep would cost... | output | 1 | 874 |
Rewrite a classic fairy tale by telling it backwards. The end is now the beginning. | instruction | 0 | 875 |
Peter sits in the middle of the field, knees pressed to his chest, rocking back and forth. The sheep's sonorous bleats swell over him. They're almost indistinguishable from the last flock's, and yet, there's something different about them. "It's your fault," they baa, "How dare you show your face again? Give us a real ... | output | 1 | 875 |
Your homework is to write a poem, but you can't quite figure out what to write, until one morning you wake up and can only speak in rhymes. | instruction | 0 | 876 |
This morning I've decided I must have bad luck
Forever rhyming all words, oh lord I am stuck
I got out of bed and then wiped my eyes
Grabbed my cellphone and texted my guys
Complaining to them of what I have found
And asking to turn this bad luck around
And oh my goodness do you know what they said
They said to me that... | output | 1 | 876 |
Without saying the word love, you write the most passionate love letter you can imagine. | instruction | 0 | 877 |
Hannah,
You really want to know what I think about on a daily basis on my down time at work? Do you really want to know what goes on in the inner workings of my mind while you're not around? Well. Here it goes.
My mind is ravaged with thoughts of what my life would be like without you and I don't like it. I'm too young... | output | 1 | 877 |
Write a love story without using any positive descriptive words. Or write a tragedy without any negative ones. | instruction | 0 | 878 |
Her head looked beautiful, lying there on the ground. As her soft body lay just a few feet away.
She had a sort of calm smile to her as her stained blood blonde hair was ruffled up.
The phone she loved to text on was resting in her hands when I found it.
Her friend asked if she was on her way
And the response that neve... | output | 1 | 878 |
In 20 words or less write the happiest scene you can. | instruction | 0 | 879 |
The rainbow kittens cheerfully play in the field of sprinkled cupcakes and other various desserts. Oh, and there's tits too. | output | 1 | 879 |
A demon that writes messages on your mirror with blood but they’re useful messages. Like “remember you have yoga at 6 tonight”. Write a creative story. | instruction | 0 | 880 |
The heating is off in my apartment this morning, but there's still hot water, so I take a long shower to warm up. The fog settles heavily on the mirror and begins to run by the time I get out, reconstituting the dried blood so that it drips freely into the bathroom sink. The mess makes it look like I shave with a box c... | output | 1 | 880 |
write about death, without using the word death, any euphemisms or other words directly related to death. | instruction | 0 | 881 |
Jerry saw the gun and thought "Oh. That's a gun." And then there was searing pain, and the room flipped, and then was still. And he knew something was happening. He could feel a frenzy around him. Something important was happening, but the lights seemed to be dimming, so he couldn't be bothered to attend to it. T... | output | 1 | 881 |
My parents have a sign in their home that says, "Alcohol: Because No Great Story Ever Started With Someone Eating A Salad." Prove them wrong, write a great story beginning with our hero eating a salad. | instruction | 0 | 882 |
Our hero ate with relish a caesar salad while seated in a rooftop garden overlooking the city. He never ate any salad other than caesar. Sticking one's fork in a tyrant daily is an important civic duty.
About mid-day now. The festival games swept noise through the city. Best be on with it soon. The others should be nea... | output | 1 | 882 |
Write a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' type story in which writers can add to the adventure in the comments. | instruction | 0 | 883 |
You're sitting at your desk at work. Supervisor Steve walks by and drops a fresh stack of accounts receivable in your incoming tray. "Looks like you'll be here late tonight," he sneers. You throw him a troubled glare as he trots away. You pull the first page off the stack of papers and quickly skim over its contents. Y... | output | 1 | 883 |
Death is a common character in writing prompts... write a story that portrays death in a way that you haven't seen or read about before. | instruction | 0 | 884 |
Once upon a time, Death was the teeth that hunted us under a bright moon. We ran and we shivered, waving our little fire-sticks around.
Once we had settled, Death was the dry season that failed to end, the diseases that killed entire villages. She was famine and boils and warfare.
We grew a little bit and started think... | output | 1 | 884 |
write a poem or a story inspired by the following sentence "the sway of the ponytail" | instruction | 0 | 885 |
Her hair swayed once before i managed to tell her,
That last night's kiss was just for good measure,
And leave her with one thing to remember,
The love that she thought would last forever.
Never, forever and ever and ever.
Oh, look at the time, i suppose that i better
Leave her room before i have to tell her
My name, m... | output | 1 | 885 |
Say i'm completely new to poetry. I need to know how to approach this art, write me a poem about it. | instruction | 0 | 886 |
There are many forms
Therefore, the method you choose
Depends on your goals.
Welcome, newcomer
To the art of the haiku
In all its beauty.
Haiku can be fun
Because one must really think
About one's wording.
Go. Begin, like so;
I will demonstrate for you
This is your template:
Five syllables first
Then seven more fol... | output | 1 | 886 |
A 15 yr old girl writes a spaghetti western story, not realising that pasta has nothing to do with it. This is that story. | instruction | 0 | 887 |
They say man cannot live on bread alone.
I say they're right.
The sun hung in the sky like a giant ball of tagliatelle. It hung with the heat of a thousand boiling pots.
It wasn't the only thing boiling. My blood felt that same heat and made it a part of me.
I was the Gemelli Kid.
See, my dad ran Gemelli out to the Gar... | output | 1 | 887 |
In a Utopian alternate universe, an author writes a sci-fi dystopian novel describing our society. | instruction | 0 | 888 |
I blinked yet again, and turned towards the clock which informed me that it was now 3 am. Sleep usually found me easily, and yet tonight, I was left thinking about what I'd read in that book I'd just bought.
A world in which some had more money than others? A world in which young children were left to starve while othe... | output | 1 | 888 |
Your bank specializes in accounts for villains and monsters; accepting currencies from gold and cash, to blood and souls. As the only teller for the bank, write about a casual day’s work, or your most interesting clientele. | instruction | 0 | 889 |
I had expected a worse first day.
Some of them are amicable, others decidedly less so.
There is, however, one thing that lingers in my mind. Human or beast, they all have one thing in common. Though I have seen a vast array of colours, a kaleidoscope of vivid green, crimson red and amber, they all seem to stare into my... | output | 1 | 889 |
Write a "5 minute mystery" (a short mystery the reader can solve using only the clues provided) | instruction | 0 | 890 |
She never imagined that she would die this way. Half naked and drowning in the bottom of a motel pool, Claire felt her life fade away as water filled her lungs. Claire lived her life without apology. She spoke her mind even if it stirred the pot. It was precisely this trait that often got her in hot water as a journali... | output | 1 | 890 |
Choose a song, then write a story/poem. The twist is that you need to write a line of the song every other sentence, in *italic*. | instruction | 0 | 891 |
Kashmir, by Led Zeppelin
*Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream*
I seek but one thing, the peace I had been denied during the long years spent sailing between the worlds.
*Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years*
I arrive, alone, in a strange desert in an all too fam... | output | 1 | 891 |
Instead of a dystopia that seems like a utopia on the surface, write a story about a utopia that seems like a dystopia on the surface. | instruction | 0 | 892 |
Smooth edges. Clean streets. People bustle about, heading to lunch, with smiles on their faces. Posters line the walls of the city saying "Be Your Brother's Keeper" or "Arcadia is Our Mother". Loudspeakers chime in with daily reminders about citywide events or milestones met. "Without Arcadia," says the woman on the a... | output | 1 | 892 |
Write a story following this prompt: You are the only writer in the world. You use millions of pen names to keep it a secret. You walk past a bookshop and you see a book released by a name you don’t recognise.... | instruction | 0 | 893 |
I stand there, shocked, unmoving as people scuttle by through the busy streets of New York. Some even give me confused looks. I return the look- the confusion isn’t directed at them though, it’s directed at the small, pamphlet-type book that sits alone on a small bookshelf in this even smaller shop. I stumble in, forge... | output | 1 | 893 |
write me your saddest poem! | instruction | 0 | 894 |
My love was like the snow, so fresh and crisp and new,
My love was like the morn, so cool and slick with dew,
I held her in my arms, and said never leave,
I held her in my arms, having nothing left to grieve.
I rose up all alone, without her by my side,
I rose to face the day, unable to stem the tide,
Of pain and loss ... | output | 1 | 894 |
The Batman dies. As a joke, (or possibly in honor of his long time adversary) the Joker decides to write a eulogy. | instruction | 0 | 895 |
Did you know the Batman was my greatest inspiration? He was a lone man who changed the face of Gotham but he was beyond our understanding.
Maybe he did have a moral code, but he never chose fit to share that code with the rest of us. Sometimes he fought criminals, sometimes he didn’t. He allowed evil to live and fester... | output | 1 | 895 |
You’re sitting in a boring class trying to entertain yourself. You write random words on your notebook, and realize that the teacher is repeating them, confusing all your classmates. It seems like you found something fun to do! | instruction | 0 | 896 |
My name is Jason Cullen. I’m a college student at UCF and this is how I became the most interesting man in the world
One day, I was sitting in class minding my own business when my teacher (let’s call him V) begins explaining arithmetic equations. I’m clueless about the subject so I begin writing “notes down”. “I hate ... | output | 1 | 896 |
You are a galaxy renowned xenozoologist, and are determined to make accurate care guides for all of the pets of galactic citizens. Your current goal is to write a guide for the new pet that everyone's going crazy over: humans. | instruction | 0 | 897 |
Humanity is a rather unique species, located in the Sol system, rather near the galaxy's edge.
At first, they seem almost delicate, unable to do anything on their own. This is true, to an extent- they have big bulky machines designed to protect them in vacuum and their bodies are essentially useless.
However, further i... | output | 1 | 897 |
Write a poem with a sense of isolation and detachment from the world around you. | instruction | 0 | 898 |
Here is a poem with sense of isolation and detachment from the world around me.
I am an alien in a world of monsters.
Good hearted beasts infected by a plague of hatred and self obsession.
Creatures with kind souls being slowly absorbed by media fads and vanity.
Their eyes blink robotically while they plug into their... | output | 1 | 898 |
write a letter to that person who you wished had got back in touch (at least 3 year gap) (Lost contact due to any kind of change e.g quit social media/moved away/ etc | instruction | 0 | 899 |
Dear [Name],
It's been a while since we last talked or even saw each other. I understand why. I know it was me, and my issues, that drove us apart. I wish I could take back the things I said, because you always deserved the best of me, even if you never got it.
I have been making progress in your absence.
I got back... | output | 1 | 899 |
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