Whispers of the Beyond
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Helen shivered, alone in the eerily silent, well-lit library. Suddenly, decaying fingers caressed her shoulder. She squealed, stumbling towards the towering bookshelf, knocking it over. Bursting into a run, she realized she wasn't alone. The dead pursued her, snarls filling the deathly quiet. She slammed into a concealed door, tumbling into a hidden passage. Pushing herself forward, she emerged outside, panting heavily. Then, the sky wrinkled like crumpled paper, and the decomposing crowd reappeared before her. Helen closed her eyes, accepting her fate. But when she reopened them, she was safe, back in her bed. Only then, dying fingers emerged from under her sheets.
This story was generated by user ella9 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: 100 word drabble with intense plot twist
Response: Helen shivered, alone in the eerily silent, well-lit library. Suddenly, decaying fingers caressed her shoulder. She squealed, stumbling towards the towering bookshelf, knocking it over. Bursting into a run, she realized she wasn't alone. The dead pursued her, snarls filling the deathly quiet. She slammed into a concealed door, tumbling into a hidden passage. Pushing herself forward, she emerged outside, panting heavily. Then, the sky wrinkled like crumpled paper, and the decomposing crowd reappeared before her. Helen closed her eyes, accepting her fate. But when she reopened them, she was safe, back in her bed. Only then, dying fingers emerged from under her sheets.
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