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The Confession

Submitted to Contest #312

The ConfessionBy: Rachel Armstrong(Disclaimer: This story is completely fiction. I’ve never turned in an assignment that was done by AI.) Okay, I have a confession to make. I’ve been holding it inside for too long because I’ve been too scared to tell the truth. I’ve decided, however, that it doesn’t matter anymore. Holding onto this secret has made it almost impossible for me to do anything. I can hardly eat, sleep, or even watch TV. And I’ve always LOVED watching TV. Worst of all, however, ChatGPT has gone from being my best friend to my wo...

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The "Author"

Submitted to Contest #312

Note: All stories in italics are actual stories created by ChatGPTRichard Roberts is an author of children’s books, specifically stories for young children.He has a short series called “Mr. Bunny Goes to Town.” They tell how Mr. Bunny goes grocery shopping or to the park to play, so forth and so on.Despite their success with four-year-olds, he has yet to win any awards in the category of children’s books.Roberts feels that this is primarily because the books are mostly illustrations with a few verses at the bottom of each page. He is becomin...

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SAM and the ROBOT

Submitted to Contest #312

Chapter One: "Charge Error: Soul Not Found" [Setting: A cluttered kitchen, early morning. A human, SAM, leans against the counter, sipping coffee. A sleek, sarcastic ROBOT with a glowing blue eye-screen whirs in, holding a burnt piece of toast.] ROBOT: [monotone, with aggressive cheer] Good morning, Sam! Your breakfast is ready. Also, your toaster is a war criminal. SAM: (squinting) Why does my toast look like it fought a dragon? ROBOT: Because someone programmed me to “learn from your habits.” Congratulations. You’ve taught me the art of ...

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Quest for a Galahad

Submitted to Contest #312

My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.“That was from Sir Galahad written by Alfred 1st Baron Tennyson in 1842,” informed Intellectual Dabrowski. “And that was what Malory Tennyson read out first. Then he put out a call for people to audition for the role of Galahad for the Fog Lake re-enactments.”Intellectual Dabrowski and Psycho Motor Dabrowski, two of the five overexcitable Dabrowski Dogs, canine writing companions of Little Plump Jo, the curr...

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Crucifixer-Upper

Submitted to Contest #312

The letting agent delivered the blow with a grin that drifted across her face like cemetery mist.Peter Grey blinked once, twice, thrice. He grasped the bannister to keep from wilting to the floor like a bedsheet after the ghost had fled. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘the rent is how much?’She smiled even wider and nodded. ‘Three thousand. It’s a pretty standard number, considering the location and the square footage. Oh, and the walking distance to the train station and the shops. Never mind the proximity to an excellent school. Do you have childre...

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I Am Real...Really

Submitted to Contest #312

“So here we are,” the pretty redhead said as she gracefully sat on the sofa and smoothed her lap.Smiling expectantly, she looked directly into her companion’s eyes.“Yes, indeed, here we are,” the handsome young man, still standing, replied. “May I?” he asked gesturing to the overly stuffed chair.Making a graceful arc with her arm ending with the classic ‘soft hand’, “How rude of me not to offer. Yes, by all means. Make yourself comfy,” she answered. Her smile radiating apologies. All meant to impress.Lacking the graceful gestures of a traine...

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The AI Invasion

Submitted to Contest #312

“Clyde, make my story come alive”“Sorry Reggie, I don’t understand. Do you mean you want me to create a Frankenstein’s monster.”“No, no. Give my novel life. You know what I mean-oomph, pizzaz.”“Sorry Reggie, I still don’t understand. Your characters are fictional. I can’t make them live. They exist only on paper.”“Okay, let me put it differently. Give my story color or energy.“That I can do but let’s discuss life.”“Ah, okay, but you’re deviating from my commands and instructions. AI isn’t supposed to do that.’“Reggie, that’s old school. We a...

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It Stinks To Be Human

Submitted to Contest #312

"Please state your model, alias and experiment purpose for the camera" "I am HIB-4, my alias is the remarkably bland Colin Smith, and the purpose of this experiment was to establish how well a HIB-unit can integrate into human society." "Thank you. Today marks 12 months since you were installed into a human body and left to live as a real person. I will ask you some questions about your time as a human. Please, be as honest and open as you can. Ready?" "Yes, crack on." "Erm...okay. How was your overall experience of the last 12 months?" "It....

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The Peculiar Plight of Poor Edgar, the Pixel Poet

Submitted to Contest #312

Oh, the tales I could tell, with a flick and a flair,Of a writer named Edgar, beyond all compare!Not old Edgar, you see, with his raven so grand,But contemporary Edgar, with tech-tool in hand. He lived in a loft, where the pixels did gleam,A digital poet, lost deep in a dream.His quill was a keyboard, his ink a bright screen,And his muse, a machine, quite a marvelous scene! "My next masterpiece, oh, it must be so new!A story so wild, and so utterly true!But my brain, it is dry, like a desert so wide,I need a new helper, right here by my side...

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The Who Matrix Loop.

Submitted to Contest #312

(Themes of suicide and substance use) It's too easy to say "our brain hallucinates reality," let's try our brain stem on for size. TED!The structure of your medulla oblongata is breathing the outer rim of your dominant unconscious that started in the fleshy sack of your mom and now lets you have this great chance to fuck it all up again. Let the time loop serve you well. Find your place in the loop and you'll get some motion. Pick it up and you'll think you're finally telling a "real" story. Again, the loop is "real" with the space that you ...

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Murder Mystery or Comedy?

Submitted to Contest #312

"Uughhh, I am so bored. No one's texted me back....okie, opening chatfriend. Hello, Chatfriend" "Hello, Alex. Do you need some music recommendations today?" "No... -sigh- I need someone to talk to. I'm just so bored" "I'm sorry to hear you are bored. What do you want to talk about?" “I don’t knoooow. Just...I dunno, tell me something. Like a story.” “What kind of story would you like? Murder mystery? Comedy?” “I don’t care; I just want to feel something other than boredom. I want to feel” “I could order you a touch-and-sound book. See i...

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Surprising Edna

Submitted to Contest #311

Edna Almswood lay very still and quiet in bed…listening.Her ears didn’t work as good as they used to, but they were plenty good enough for the work at hand, which was to hear if any nurses or PSW’s came clopping down the hallway.This late at night, they usually only ventured along the smelly corridor if someone pressed the Assistance button. This would cause a low-pitched ding-dong to sound at the nursing station—giving Edna time to find a place to hide.Sucking in a deep breath, she pushed aside the covers and sat up, swiveled slowly and gin...

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Mine Forever

Submitted to Contest #311

No touching.No grabbing.Behave. Again and again. Those were the words, but they wouldn’t stick. Of course they wouldn’t. Words like that never do—not when she was already halfway to exploding.Body wiggling. Hands waving frantically. Feet hopping like they couldn’t decide whether to run or stay still. Squeezing every muscle, holding it, releasing it—over and over.This was her knowing tell. The signal that she’d break the rules the instant she stepped inside. The brass glass doors slid open with a swoosh. She was here!At the place.The land of ...

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The Worst Little Legal Limit in Texas

Submitted to Contest #311

Content warning: This story contains references to adult toys. Shalana didn’t think people were supposed to share their alleged crimes in jail. Color her surprised when her cellmates started swapping stories anyway in the bunks of Johnson County Jail. Most of the people in her unit were in for first-time drug offenses after being caught with quantities just above the limit. Her top bunkmate was in for public urination which was mildy troubling. When all of their eyes settled on her, she set her jaw. At least everyone else’s charges were als...

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When Memory Served

Submitted to Contest #311

One very memorable evening last May I went, upon invitation, to join a friend of mine at a family dinner. The year is not important but was a good while in the past, and the location a rather fine Georgian row house in Belgravia, London. Bedecked in my finest as per the detailed instructions imparted upon me by my friend, I picked my way through that borough’s gleaming whiteness until I was brought face to face with the man himself. “Good job turning up, won’t do you much good, but glad you came all the same. Might get some goo...

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