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A time traveler goes from 2018 to 1980. Instead of using his knowledge for great gain or influence history, he writes a sitcom that scarily accurately predicts future events. | instruction | 0 | 900 |
I am a time traveller. I mostly did it for kicks, not fame or money, so I didn't go far back and get famous antiques. Or go forward in time and bring back advanced technology. Just to 1980.
I wasn't too fond of 1980, but it only took a few years for me to put together a fake identity. I spent the rest of the time writi... | output | 1 | 900 |
In 5 sentences, without using the letter "a", write a story about a man who has lost it all. | instruction | 0 | 901 |
None linger by his side but the bitter wind's empty murmur. Memories flickering by his mind's eye, he is reminded of his loss. The whole world seems to mock him, gibe him, twist him into comedy, surround him with sinister mirth. Soon enough the shrieks of vicious joy infest his very mind, consuming hope of rescue from ... | output | 1 | 901 |
A man is wrongly sentenced to death in Victorian England for supposedly killing a milk-maid, write a letter from him to his wife. | instruction | 0 | 902 |
To my beloved wife,
Tomorrow morning I will be taken to be hanged without any regret and with a clean conscience but I write this last letter as a plea to you for forgiveness and understanding. Please take my word dear wife, as I did not invite that maid into our home and I did not nor would I ever commit the sin of a... | output | 1 | 902 |
It's the year 2114. You're a history student. Your assignment? To write an essay comparing the events of 2014 with what happened 100 years earlier. | instruction | 0 | 903 |
As a history student in the year 2114, I have been tasked with comparing the events of the year 2014 to what happened exactly 100 years prior, in the year 1914. Although these two years were separated by a century, they share some striking similarities and differences that have shaped the course of history in very diff... | output | 1 | 903 |
An immortal couple have been seen throughout recorded history, write an account of them in any time period you wish. Bonus points if you match the writing style of the time period | instruction | 0 | 904 |
It was 1915 and we were in Belgium. I'd always wanted to visit Belgium, but not like this - not in these trenches. Here, but not now.
Believe it or not, living in stretching concaves in the Earth with no personal space breeds a special sort of relationship among the inhabitants. Funneled like rats - with rats - through... | output | 1 | 904 |
In the parallel world of spiders, instead of "Spider-Man" there is "Man-Spider": a spider in a human costume with human superpowers, such as a gun he caries around and the ability to talk. You are the spider chosen to write a screenplay for the movie. | instruction | 0 | 905 |
I regret my choices.
I should have just become a cobwebineer in stead of a screenwriter. But of course, with my luck they'd have come up with some completely absurd construction job for me to do.
Like, at first I was one hundred percent on board with the "Man-Spider" concept. I mean, pure body horror, you could make so... | output | 1 | 905 |
I have a myth: Earth has no moon, instead it has a ring. There is ringlight every night year-round, and a ring shadow somewhere on Earth every day, which moves with the seasons. Re-write mythology. | instruction | 0 | 906 |
Long before the days of the War of the Gods, Titans reigned over the face of the Earth. As with any rulers, there were some who ruled fairly and others who did not. Among the more benevolent leaders was Hyperion, the Lord of Light. He was called upon for wisdom and discernment; mortals valued his insight and praised h... | output | 1 | 906 |
write a poem based of the story "the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" | instruction | 0 | 907 |
They do not understand the genius that is required,
To create something quite so inspired,
As the wondrous concoction,
that i have created.
So I tinker and I work in secret,
As the formula is not complete yet,
But is ever so tempting,
to take a little swig.
Science was not advanced by caution,
And though i may speak fr... | output | 1 | 907 |
You are a journalist. Everything you write becomes true. One day, not knowing this, you decide to write some satire. | instruction | 0 | 908 |
I lean back in the comfortable chair and exhale the smoke of the cigarette. Grey clouds of smoke wander around in the room and for a moment I close my eyes. What a night: finally managed to finish the new book.
It was good to write something silly once in a while. Usually I pick a topic and research, write a book on it... | output | 1 | 908 |
Write Martin Luther King's 'I Have a Dream' speech in the style of Doctor Seuss and then write 'The Sneetches' in the style of Martin Luther King | instruction | 0 | 909 |
I have a dream. My friends, it seems,
That all of us people are on the same team.
My children will grow, society will show,
that we won't pre-judge those we don't know.
The black and the white, aren't like day and night.
And in this great nation, have no need to fight.
Hate can't conquer hate, love is more great,
into ... | output | 1 | 909 |
write a poem from the perspective of a dog | instruction | 0 | 910 |
Hours,
pass like days,
I wait here in silent desire,
askew across my dark mistress' place of rest,
as she walks the world without me.
Alone.
A roaring noise,
to others it is a annoyance,
as it escapes my hollow lips,
but inside?
I am silent,
For she is not here. | output | 1 | 910 |
use all six of these words somewhere in your story or poem: fatigue, caper, typewriter, sword, calm, arrow | instruction | 0 | 911 |
Frederick leaned back in his squeaky desk chair and stretched, feeling a full twenty hours' worth of fatigue. The stack of paper next to his typewriter - an old-fashioned one that was fully manual - was full of words. He was quite pleased with his story, and figured he would get some rest before sending it off to his p... | output | 1 | 911 |
write a dark story but have the last sentence make it beautiful | instruction | 0 | 912 |
Sammy didn't understand. Who would do such a thing?
The left eye of his best friend lay on the carpet floor in front of him. The shredded strands that once held it in place trailed behind, tattered and crimson.
All he could do was cry. He was the best friend anyone could want. A soul both soft and understanding. H... | output | 1 | 912 |
You are about to pass away, write a letter for someone in your life. | instruction | 0 | 913 |
My dear [Name],
As I write this letter, I am filled with a mix of emotions - sadness, regret, and gratitude. Sadness that I will soon be leaving this world and will no longer be able to share in the joys and challenges of life with you. Regret that there are things I wish I had said and done differently, and that ther... | output | 1 | 913 |
write me a story that doesn't include the word "the" | instruction | 0 | 914 |
Our ways were not hers and so she would carry on without us. No, in spite of us. Handing out advice wouldn't cut it. She'd need to experience a bloody nose or a skinned knee to learn her lessons. There were no skies limiting her, no obstacles to slow her foot. Sandy beaches with bright blue skies and feathery white clo... | output | 1 | 914 |
A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | instruction | 0 | 915 |
The light was blinding.
Jason tried to make out any shapes as he squinted across the horizon, the lid of his bunker hunkered over him like a conical asian hat.
"Perhaps I am the lone survivor," he thought.
What choice did he have? He ran out of the last of his baked beans yesterday. The Capri Suns stock had long gone a... | output | 1 | 915 |
You need to write a letter to your crush describing romantic things you'd want to do(stargazing, watching the northern lights) and romantic gestures you'd do for her/him and why you think you two are ideal for each other. | instruction | 0 | 916 |
Dear [Name],
You're the most beautiful woman that I have ever set my eyes on. The stars themselves cannot compare to the light in your eyes. Aphrodite and Venus would bow down to your beauty and avert their eyes in shame at their inability to compare to you.
You're my first thought in the morning, and my last at nigh... | output | 1 | 916 |
write a story and try to fit in as many plottwists as possible, but the twist is just something mundane. | instruction | 0 | 917 |
The mission seemed doomed before it ever began…
But, “Never surrender…” kept repeating in Melbourne’s mind like a sick, twisted loop.
Just then, he felt a tug at his ear. Melborne’s wife pulled out one of his ear bud’s that was admittedly blasting way too loudly. “That 80’s music again?”, she yelled.
And just like t... | output | 1 | 917 |
Write the ending. The person to reply to your comment must write the rest of the story. | instruction | 0 | 918 |
And then I saw with eyes clear and wide as the old man finished his story left and I will tell you now. Did you imagine the devil wore devil's skin?Perhaps you imagine his voice deep and sinister.But no,the devil was a softspoken and kind old man. | output | 1 | 918 |
Write a positive story about someone/something from a child's perspective, then write negative story about that same person/subject from the perspective of the now grown up child. | instruction | 0 | 919 |
My dad is the best! Mom only lets me visit him on the weekends, she said he's good for nothing, but she's wrong. He lets me play with his stuff all day long and when he gets home from work he brings home pizza! We watch movies, laugh and eat together on the couch, it's always a blast!
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"When are you going to get a r... | output | 1 | 919 |
Make something harmless illegal, like apples, now write about the black market of said item. | instruction | 0 | 920 |
When I was a little girl, I owned a Tamagotchi. Those little animals, pixelated freaks, harmless I thought. Until I learned that all artificial intelligence is dangerous. That giving human characteristics to pixels was dangerous. Or so they told me, when they took the blue one. My parents didn't know about the pink one... | output | 1 | 920 |
Write a story where the characters in the story pretend they aren't aware they are in a story, for fear of being killed off by the writer | instruction | 0 | 921 |
Jack's cubicle was outstanding, which was ironic considering it was the least personalised of all the cubicles on the floor of Redford & Jones. There were no family photos despite the fact that he was married with a newly born baby boy. There was a notable absence of inspirational quotes - the kind that reeked of despe... | output | 1 | 921 |
rewrite "Hey Jude" to make it sound like it was written by Shakespeare. | instruction | 0 | 922 |
I say hello to the man called Jude
Asking that he make happier notes from sad tunes
Once you let inside your love, notes happier hued
Afraid not my dear man, for with the newer moons
You shall find your love, come into to happier places
Carrying too much upon yourself, with so much weight
Lying to yourself will lead o... | output | 1 | 922 |
A man realizes he loves a woman, but she's getting married to another man. He decides to write her a letter, what does it say? | instruction | 0 | 923 |
Dear [Name],
I just wanted to say that you are one of the nicest, funniest, and empathetic persons in the world. Most importantly, you are my best friend and I am truly grateful to have met you. Anyways Moon of My Life, if you have anything you want to talk about, say if you are unsure about the marriage or whatever, ... | output | 1 | 923 |
Create a Utopia. A society as perfect as you can convincingly write it. No hidden secret evil, no sudden dark twist. A Genuine Utopia. | instruction | 0 | 924 |
Jeremiah opened his eyes. His vision fell upon an unfamiliar ceiling. *Where am i?*, he thought. Jeremiah was not struck with a feeling of sleepiness or the desire to remain in bed when he awoke; he only felt neutral. *Oh, that's right,* he thought, *The upload happened last night.*
He pulled back his covers and examin... | output | 1 | 924 |
Write a letter from the perspective of a character or group. | instruction | 0 | 925 |
Dear brother,
Another futile attempt. The burns are healing, at least. Today I resume my journey, I have another lead. I've earned a fair amount of coin in my travels, expect some in my next letter. Save some for our cousins, you know how happy it makes W. The swelling in my knees has gone down, these mushrooms seem t... | output | 1 | 925 |
We seem to have much morbid curiosity about the personification of Death in this sub. Instead, write about his brother, Life. | instruction | 0 | 926 |
We were equals, once.
Our charges celebrated me, just as they feared my brother. They loved me, as they loathed him. We were two sides of the same coin.
Over time, that changed.
People feared him. He grew in power, grew in their minds. They forgot about me in their preoccupation with avoiding him. No one celebrated me ... | output | 1 | 926 |
Your writer roommate dropped his notebook in the hallway while leaving the apartment. You open it at the bookmark. It describes how your day unfolded, in detail. Continue writing with this prompt. | instruction | 0 | 927 |
Mr. Willow this is case sensitive, please keep good track of this information. The following letter is detailing the last account of Ralph Baker, the person who disappeared. Good luck, and the sooner you track down that nightshade book, the better.
This is Ralph Baker, I live on 22 S, Pennyweather street, by the tall ... | output | 1 | 927 |
In sixty words, write what can happen in a second. | instruction | 0 | 928 |
He walked through the door, he smiled. I smiled, then immediately frowned. His mouth--just there, on the corner, is a touch of pink. Maybe red? Now the breeze he brought in just hit me--like spring flowers, which is odd for winter. Perfume! Not mine. That touch of pink, or red...not mine. My heart breaks. I say: "who i... | output | 1 | 928 |
write a poem where every line has a different number of words | instruction | 0 | 929 |
Why?
I asked
He went away
In glory he basked
The dragon was finally slain
The victory however was in vain
Other villains of the world found out
Did not think that was victory all about
For long and long I fought them all away
And after countless days - in rest I can finally lay. | output | 1 | 929 |
The job is simple. Every day at 8:34am you will get a phone call. You must answer before 2nd ring and write down the information given to you. On NO ACCOUNT must you engage in conversation with the caller. | instruction | 0 | 930 |
They locked me in here yesterday and told me to call a phone number at 8:34 every morning, deliver the numbers, and hang up. No conversation allowed. I imgine they told that to the other guy too.
I called yesterday at 8:34 and gave the numbers.
"Did they lock you up too?" I heard through the receiver. I hung up immedia... | output | 1 | 930 |
Try to write a story with as many of these items as possible: Valhalla, a neon suit, a chicken, a trophy room, a school bus, 25 balloons, 6 chocolate bars, Fred, Dave, Steve, a bag of cat kibble, 30 tonnes of Chinese takeout, and a liquor collection. | instruction | 0 | 931 |
The Deal
“That is a serious liquor collection.” Dave said to Fred and Steve, who had showed it to him whilst looking like they were the two most ferocious vikings in Valhalla.
“So what would you be willing to trade for all of this liquor?” Fred asked Dave.
“Well...” Dave said “I am willing to trade a neon suit, a chick... | output | 1 | 931 |
In poem form and in only 10 sentences, write me something titled 'Could it be that I'm strange'. | instruction | 0 | 932 |
Could it be that I'm strange
If I watch you on the street?
If I follow you home?
If we never meet?
If I smell your hair?
If I watch you sleep?
If I wear your clothes?
If I lick your feet?
Could it be that I'm strange
If you make me complete. | output | 1 | 932 |
My grandmother passed away today. Please write a short uplifting story that will help me get through this. | instruction | 0 | 933 |
I am sorry for your loss, here is a short story for you:
A guy is sitting at home when he hears a knock at the door. He opens the door and sees a snail on the porch. He picks up the snail and throws it as far as he can. Three years later there’s a knock on the door. He opens it and sees the same snail. The snail says:... | output | 1 | 933 |
As a spell-writer, you're the magical equivalent of computer programmer. You've made and copied countless spells, but this is the first time you're desperate enough to try 'hacking' one. | instruction | 0 | 934 |
You finish writing the incantation down, and look back through your notes, double and triple checking your work. This hacked spell is going to be your first step on the road to fame and fortune. The first step for people to realize you're not just some worthless drone, but a spell-writing genius. The ink drys on the pa... | output | 1 | 934 |
Roses are red, violets are blue - write me a romance about books overdue. | instruction | 0 | 935 |
Kissing your lips and holding you near
Reading to you from fifty shades of weird
You asked me to check for the finish
I did as you asked my excitement diminished
For what did I spy right but an anguishing clue
This horrible book is way overdue
I tried to conceal the horror in my look
As I hid from my lover the overdue ... | output | 1 | 935 |
Write write a story/poem where you use an object as a euphemism for death, only don't tell us what it is. | instruction | 0 | 936 |
A lantern shone atop a pole
Through shielded panes of glass
And brightly burned against a swollen
Cloak of smothering mass
Below it swirled, that blackened sheet
And sometimes it would climb
Along the stalk, then slip, retreat
Like now was not the time.
For all his life the flame stayed home
Atop his iron perch
Refus... | output | 1 | 936 |
I had a dream about a horror story for cats. They were sitting around a campfire and one told a story about a lap that was too cold to sit on. Please write campfire styke horror stories that cats would tell eachother. | instruction | 0 | 937 |
It was a sunny day and I was outside chasing one of those pretty flying things, it had orange wings and wasn't very quick. Easy prey! I quickly got board once it quit moving and went to sniff the pretty grass that smells nice. I wasn't paying attention, I should have been.
Behind me I heard the shout of our mortal foe ... | output | 1 | 937 |
Pretend you have a 1 year old daughter and write a letter that will be given to her when she turns 15 in the unlikely event you die. | instruction | 0 | 938 |
Hello [Daughter's Name]
If you're reading this then I most likely lost my battle when you were very young and you've just turned fifteen. I may have never gotten the chance to see you grow up, to see you mature, to see you become the beautiful, intelligent, young woman I know you'll be some day, and that is my greates... | output | 1 | 938 |
write about something ugly - war, fear, cruelty, hate - but find the beauty or silver lining in it | instruction | 0 | 939 |
They say I'm here for a test, then they laugh. I'm never asked any questions. I'm never asked even for my name. I must have been here for months. I would be curious of the whole situation if I wasn't terrified.
I wake up in a cold sweet, every night. The guards don't care. The portions of food are small. Yesterday ther... | output | 1 | 939 |
There's a lot of poems about blue and green eyes out there but not that many about brown eyes even though they are still gorgeous. Can you write a poem about the beauties of brown eyes for me? | instruction | 0 | 940 |
Some prefer eyes of ocean blue, but I'm much too scared I'd drown.
Thats why I love your perfect hue, your lovely shade of brown.
Others desire eyes of green, like fields of emeralds.
But there's only one sight I fiend, and its your gaze to hold.
In the morning they dance like honey, serenading your crooked grin.
And ... | output | 1 | 940 |
Hitler writes a second book called "mein hobby". Write a chapter about one of the many hobbies Hitler indulges in. | instruction | 0 | 941 |
Ich sammle Briefmarken. Kein Briefmarken. Ich sammle nur die Briefmarken von allen, die wir überwunden haben. Frankreich, Tschechoslowakei, Österreich, Holland, Dänemark, Norwegen, Russland, etc.. Ich habe ein besonderes Album, die, das ich speziell für sie gemacht hatte. Es trägt den Titel "Duetschland Regeln, Verlier... | output | 1 | 941 |
In 200 words or less, write a well-known villain as a hero, but do not tell us who they are. | instruction | 0 | 942 |
I saw the bus screech out of the parking lot, and I knew that my target hoped to evade me by going on a field trip. My arms and legs moved like pistons to propel myself at a speed no human could ever hope to match. As soon as I latched onto it, the bus configured itself into the shape of a spaceship. Before it had so m... | output | 1 | 942 |
write the best story you can in 5 sentences or less | instruction | 0 | 943 |
There once was a scientist named Clive,
Who had taught a Llama to drive,
The Llama screamed loud,
As it drove into a crowd,
And the death toll reached fifty-five. | output | 1 | 943 |
as a monkey you thought it was kinda impressive you were able to write the entire works of Shakespeare but these scientists keep downplaying it “random” they say. | instruction | 0 | 944 |
This is my typewriter. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
This is my room. There are other monkeys and they have their own rooms and their own typewriters. I see them when the people take me to the eating place and the scary place. There are many many rooms.
My room has a window and there are always people o... | output | 1 | 944 |
write a poem about social life on the internet. | instruction | 0 | 945 |
Friends far off,
From distant lands.
Unknown faces,
Only a voice.
Rarely we meet
In real life.
Just text on a screen,
But true to the end.
(Old norse fornyrðislag meter) | output | 1 | 945 |
Martin R.R. George, a Westerosi author, decides to write a fantasy book series on his kingdom of England. | instruction | 0 | 946 |
George shot up in bed like a bolt of lightning. At long last he knew how to end his series. He excitedly explained to the young prostitute he had purchased at the Lord Baelish's pleasure house.
"Oh me, Lord.... you are such a clever man" she twirled a lock of her golden hair and looked at the large and sweet man with a... | output | 1 | 946 |
C'thulu's Fables: Take one of Aesop's Fables and write it within the Lovecraftian Universe. Morale of the story included. | instruction | 0 | 947 |
Once upon a time, there was an ant and a grasshopper. The ant worked very hard all day, storing food in his anthill for the winter. Meanwhile, the grasshopper sat and played his violin. The ant chided the grasshopper for being so lazy, but the grasshopper ignored him and only played his violin more furiously, fillin... | output | 1 | 947 |
If Dr. Seuss writes a horror story, what would the story be? | instruction | 0 | 948 |
Where are the monsters? The Snoogarf? The Pozzit? Under my bed, or hid in my closet?
Is there a Woloon, with big sharp claws? A Schnogg, that instead of arms has saws?
What if a Dord pierces me with its stinger? Oh please, anything but the dreaded Bombinger!
My parents reply, "It's all in your head.", but that's the id... | output | 1 | 948 |
An exploration of the butterfly effect: write a dramatic scene. Then, choose one tiny detail to change in the initial set-up, and play the scene out again. How drastically have things changed? | instruction | 0 | 949 |
The world turned upside down.
"Move! Move!"
Gunfire erupted from all sides - the man struggled to escape from the downed Humvee. He stole one last glance at the driver, crawled away from the vehicle, and leaned against a boulder.
The IED teams should've swept the area. Everything... everything was all wrong.
An explosi... | output | 1 | 949 |
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