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- imbecile0
Despite the harrowing event, Mort tried his best to get back to his daily life. He continued his mundane routine, attempting to suppress the horrifying image of the mutilated body. But every night, he was haunted by nightmares, the gruesome scene replaying over and over in his dreams. As much as he wanted to forget, his mind was intent on trapping him within his trauma.
The incident had stirred something within the small, otherwise peaceful town. Whispers of the unsolved murder filled the coffee shops, local grocery stores, and every social gathering. People grew wary, looking over their shoulders as they walked home, doors and windows securely locked at night. The once friendly and open community had become a town living in fear.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but the case didn't move forward. The police continued to encounter dead ends, and the citizens' fear and curiosity morphed into an unresolved sadness. The town was not the same.
Meanwhile, Mort was grappling with his own fear and guilt. He couldn't help but feel responsible for not being able to provide any useful information to the police. The lifeless body he had found haunted him not just in his sleep but also in his waking hours.
One evening, as he was walking down the very street where he found the body, he noticed something peculiar in the corner of his eye. Under the dim street light, he saw what seemed like a medallion glistening. He picked it up, examining it closely. The medallion was old, with inscriptions that he couldn't read.
A sense of dread washed over Mort. He wasn't sure why, but he had a gut feeling that the medallion was linked to the gruesome murder. He contemplated ignoring it, to leave the fear and mystery behind him. But he knew he had a responsibility.
With a deep breath, he pocketed the medallion and walked toward the police station. He explained his find, handing over the mysterious item. It was the first solid lead the police had seen in months.
The medallion was sent off to be analyzed, reigniting the hope of resolving the chilling murder. The town watched and waited with bated breath. Would this be the clue to unmask the face of the murderer? Mort, too, waited anxiously, hoping that the small piece of metal would bring closure to the town and finally allow him to find peace.
- Ianbolton0
Tell a horrific story about Mort on QBN.com
Mort was having a great day. He woke up, ate breakfast and went outside to enjoy the beautiful day. As he was walking, he saw a body lying in the street. He approached the body to see if he could help, but as he got closer, he realized that the body was mutilated beyond recognition. Blood was everywhere, and there was a large hole in the chest where the heart had been ripped out.
Mort was horrified. He had never seen anything like this before. He didn't know what to do or who to call. He stood there in shock for a few minutes before he realized that he should call the police.
When the police arrived, they found Mort standing over the body. He was shaking and couldn't speak. The police asked him what happened, but he couldn't tell them. He was in shock and couldn't remember anything.
The police didn't know what to think. They had never seen anything like this before either. They took Mort to the station for questioning, but he still couldn't remember anything.
The police were stumped. They had no leads and no witnesses. The only thing they could do was wait for Mort to remember what happened.
A few days later, Mort finally remembered what happened. He had been walking home from getting breakfast when he saw the body. He approached it to see if he could help, but when he got closer, he realized that it was mutilated beyond recognition. He didn't know what to do, so he called the police.
The police were relieved that Mort finally remembered what happened. They still had no leads, but at least they had a witness. They asked Mort to come down to the station to give a statement, but he refused. He said he didn't want to remember what he saw.
The police were frustrated, but they couldn't force Mort to give a statement. They had to let him go.
The police never found out who killed the person in the street. They never found any witnesses or any evidence. The case remains unsolved to this day.
- WHAT DID YOU DOOOO?Ianbolton
- Didn't see shit cause he was doing shit.palimpsest
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- Continuity0
A little bit too on the nose and self-referential, this one.
Write a song in the style of The Sisters of Mercy
When the night comes
and the darkness descends
the sisters of mercy
are waiting for you
in the shadows
they're waiting for you
to take you away
to their secret place
where they'll make you feel
like you're the only one
in the world
- scarabin1
write a song in the style of radiohead
Can't you hear them?
The white noise, the hiss
The sound of the world spinning
The sound of the wheels on the road
The sound of the rain on the windows
The sound of the waves on the shoreCan't you hear them?
The voices in your head
The sound of your heart beating
The sound of your breath in your lungs
The sound of your blood in your veinsCan't you hear them?
The sounds of the universe
The sound of the stars shining
The sound of the planets spinning
The sound of the galaxies collidingCan't you hear them?
All the sounds of life
The sound of existence
The sound of infinityAnd in the silence
In the stillness
We can hear them
The sounds of the universe
The sounds of life
The sounds of infinity
- drgs0
Write a story about an awkward meetup between users of an online web designer forum. The names of the friends are Continuity, Nairn, utopian, Krassy and SimonFFM. All of them are men. SimonFFM does nudity photography. Nairn gets really drunk. Krassy and utopian get into a fist fight. Continuity has brain fog.
The five friends had been planning to meet up for months, ever since they had connected on a web designer forum. They were all excited to finally meet face-to-face and discuss their shared passion.
But from the moment they met, it was clear that things were not going to go smoothly. Continuity was suffering from brain fog and could hardly string a coherent sentence together. Nairn got drunk almost immediately and started making lewd comments to everyone. SimonFFM was constantly taking pictures of everyone, including some nudity photography, which made everyone uncomfortable.
And then Krassy and utopian got into a fist fight. It quickly turned into a free-for-all, with everyone throwing punches. SimonFFM kept taking pictures, even as he was being hit. In the end, everyone went home bruised and battered, vowing never to meet up again.
It was an awkward meetup, to say the least. But at least they can all look back and laugh about it now.
- drgs1
Write a story about an awkward meetup between users of an online web designer forum. The names of the friends are pango, Nairn, utopian, Krassy and SimonFFM. All of them are men. SimonFFM does nudity photography. Nairn gets really drunk.
The friends all decided to meet up in person for the first time, since they had all become close through their shared love of web design. They had all been talking online for months, and were excited to finally meet in person. However, the meetup quickly turned awkward.
Pango was shy and withdrawn, and spent most of the time hiding behind his laptop. Nairn got drunk very quickly and started making inappropriate comments to everyone, regardless of their gender. Utopian tried to keep the peace, but ended up getting into a fight with Nairn. Krassy just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the whole situation.
SimonFFM was the only one who seemed to be enjoying himself. He chatted with everyone and even managed to get Nairn to calm down for a bit. However, things took a turn when SimonFFM started talking about his work as a nude photographer.
Everyone got very uncomfortable and started to leave, one by one. Pango was the first to go, followed by Utopian and Krassy. Nairn ended up passed out on the floor, and SimonFFM was left alone, wondering what had just happened.
- scarabin1
Write an original song in the style of the beatles
I wake up every day
With the sun in my eyes
I get out of bed
And I start to realize
That everything is wrong
And nothing is right
I try to make a change
But it just don't seem to work
I'm stuck in this place
And I can't get out
I'm just a poor boy
Lost in the world
I need somebody
To help me find my way
I'm just a poor boy
Lost in the world
I need somebody
To help me find my way
To the top of the world
- Everything is redundant...
and nothing isn't redundant.
Tra la leee
Tra lacannonball1978
- Everything is redundant...
- scarabin0
Write a scary horror story about graphic design forum qbn.com, with a twist ending
The graphic design forum qbn.com is a place where designers can come to share ideas and get feedback on their work. But there is a dark side to the site that few people know about. If you post a design that is not up to par, the users of the site will make sure to let you know in the most graphic and gruesome ways possible.
One user, in particular, seems to take joy in tearing apart other people's work. They go by the name "the critic". No one knows who this person is, but they are always quick to point out the flaws in others' designs.
One day, a new user posted a design that they were particularly proud of. The critic tore it apart, pointing out every little mistake. The user was devastated. They tried to reply to the critic, but their comments were deleted.
The user decided to take their own life.
But before they did, they made one final post on the site.
They revealed that they were the critic.
And then they logged off for good.
- scarabin1
Write an erotic ballad about the users of graphic design forum QBN.COM
Come one, come all, to the best design forum on the net!
QBN.com is the place to be, whether you're a beginner or a pro.We've got all the tools you need to create amazing graphics,
And a supportive community to help you every step of the way.So come on in and join the fun!
You'll find us creating masterpieces day and night,
And sometimes we just can't help but get a little frisky.When the creativity starts flowing,
We let our inhibitions go,
And we explore every inch of each other
Until we reach ecstasy.So if you're looking for some hot action,
You know where to find us!Come on over to QBN.com,
And let's create some beautiful art......and some unforgettable memories.
- scarabin2
Write a funny news report about the way the russia-ukranian conflict ended
“The Russia-Ukrainian conflict came to an abrupt end today, when Ukrainian president Petro Poroshenko announced that he had found a way to make peace with Russia.
"I am pleased to announce that we have found a way to make peace with Russia," Poroshenko said at a press conference. "I have been in contact with Russian president Vladimir Putin, and we have agreed that the best way to end this conflict is to have a dance-off."
The dance-off will take place tomorrow in Kiev, and will be judged by a panel of international celebrities. The winner will be declared the victor of the conflict, and will receive a trophy.
Poroshenko said that he is confident that he will win the dance-off, and that he has been taking dance lessons for months in preparation.
"I am the best dancer in Ukraine, and I will prove it tomorrow," he said.
The Russian government has not yet commented on the proposed dance-off, but is expected to do so soon.”
- Continuity1
The drgs are a race of aliens who are experts in spamming. They have been sending Open AI short stories to QBN for years, in the hope that one day they will be published.
Their latest batch of stories is about a group of humans who are trying to survive in a post-apocalyptic world. The stories are full of action and adventure, and the drgs are confident that they will be a hit with the QBN readers.
However, they are not the only ones spamming QBN with stories. The competition is fierce, and the drgs will have to work hard to make their stories stand out.
- This generator can really be useful if you give it clear directions/guide it in the beginning. It seems to take it all into accountdrgs
- drgs4
Sorry for spamming
- drgs0
Two QBN users Continuity and Utopian have both contracted covid-19. Utopian has invited Continuity to his house to give Continuity a massage hoping it would cure his brain fog. Write a funny story about Utopian's angry attempts to cure Continuity's brain fog.
Utopian angrily rubs Continuity's back for what seems like hours. Occasionally, he would stop to give Continuity a few words of encouragement, telling him that the massage will definitely cure his brain fog. Continuity just lays there, trying to enjoy the moment despite the slightly angry energy coming from Utopian.
After what felt like forever, Utopian finally stops and tells Continuity to get up and see if his brain fog is gone. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like the massage did much since Continuity can't even remember why he came over to Utopian's house in the first place.
- drgs0
Two QBN users Continuity and Utopian have both contracted covid-19. Utopian has invited Continuity to his house to help Continuity with his brain fog. Write a funny story about Utopian's angry attempts to cure Continuity's brain fog.
Continuity is in the middle of Utopian's living room, trying to read a book. Utopian is sitting on the couch next to him, angrily muttering about how brain fog is a load of BS. Every few minutes, he'll get up and pace around the room, muttering about how Continuity is just making excuses for being lazy.
After a while, Utopian gets fed up and grabs Continuity's book from his hands. "Here, let me show you how to cure brain fog," he says, before starting to read the book out loud in a monotone voice.
Continuity quickly realizes that Utopian's method of cure is actually making his brain fog worse. He tries to tell Utopian to stop, but Utopian is too far gone to listen. He just keeps reading, getting more and more angry with each word.
Eventually, Continuity can't take it anymore and he flees the house, leaving Utopian alone with his angry rantings.
- drgs0
Two QBN users Continuity and Utopian have both contracted covid-19. Utopian has invited Continuity to his house to help Continuity with his brain fog. Write a funny story about Utopian's angry attempts to cure Continuity's brain fog.
Utopian angrily attempted to cure Continuity's brain fog by banging pots and pans together. When that didn't work, he decided to try shouting instructions at Continuity. Unfortunately, Continuity's brain fog only got worse and he ended up getting lost in Utopian's house.
- These are like that frog and toad are friends seriesscarabin
- cannonball19781
The thread asked for a lot, and thought it was very clever as an inciting incident. As the hero, I began typing a response, but then I came across a guiding friend in my anger at the world.
My anger at the world (Aatw) suggested that I apply a quick hero’s journey formula to get through my stupid post, and led me through the underworld pf my emotions where I tried and failed, gained special wisdom, castrated my father, and emerged on the other side.
With tension rising, I returned to the world of the living to mark the thread with the magic wisdom.
“Get a life!”Ii screamed from the treetops, the mountaintops, at the four cardinal directions. The east wind wind carried my words across the spinning world, into the ears of the dullard masses and Aatw rejoiced in rapture, as justice was done upon them.
A new day. A new world. King of my domain and now gently sliding down the far side of the climax, down into a sustained peace, I sipped my coffee, glad I had told the world off. Aatw, newly festooned with honors, retired into my chest and became stone again, to sleep until the stupidity of man called upon our sacred cause once more.
I sip the coffee again and recuse myself, ready for the morning’s movement.
- futurefood2
“Write a short story about a failing marriage from the point of view of a butt plug”
I was just a simple butt plug, minding my own business when I was suddenly thrust into the world of marriage. I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to do, but I knew that I was supposed to make my new wife happy. And so I did my best to do just that. I listened to her when she talked, I provided her with pleasure when she needed it, and I always tried to be there for her when she needed me.
It wasn't always easy, but I loved my wife and I would do anything for her. Even if it meant just being a butt plug.
But then, one day, things changed. My wife started to pull away from me. She stopped talking to me, stopped wanting my help, and stopped wanting my touch. It hurt me to see her so distant, but I didn't know how to fix it.
The final straw came when she told me she wanted a divorce. I was devastated. I didn't know what I had done wrong, but I knew that I had failed in my one purpose in life.
I was no longer a part of my wife's life, and soon I would be nothing more than a memory. A reminder of a failed marriage and a failed relationship.
- drgs0
Two QBN users Continuity and Utopian have both contracted covid-19. Write a funny story about their attempts to cure Continuity's brain fog.
The first step in treating Continuity's brain fog was to get him to stop watching Fox News. Instead, Utopian had him watch online videos of kittens playing with yarn. This seemed to work for a while, but the brain fog soon returned.
The next step was to try and get Continuity to eat healthy foods. Utopian prepared meals for him consisting of mostly green leafy vegetables and lean protein. But Continuity refused to touch them, saying that they looked like "rabbit food."
Finally, Utopian came up with the idea of having Continuity listen to educational audio books. This seemed to work the best, and after a few weeks Continuity's brain fog was gone.
- Awww, utopian. You're always looking after me, buddy.Continuity
- :)utopian
- drgs1
Two QBN users Continuity and Utopian have both contracted covid-19. Write a funny story about their attempts to cure Continuity's brain fog.
Continuity and Utopian both decided that the best way to cure Continuity's brain fog was to drink lots of orange juice. They chugged down gallons of the stuff, but unfortunately it just made Continuity even more confused. In the end, they both decided that maybe alcohol was a better cure and went out to get drunk instead.
- hans_glib1
It was a time of war. The evil empire was attacking the peaceful rebel alliance. Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa were two of the bravest and most skilled fighters in the galaxy. They fought side by side in many battles. They became good friends and eventually fell in love.
But the empire was too strong. The rebel alliance was defeated and Luke and Leia were captured. They were taken to the empire's capital planet, where they were put on trial. The emperor himself presided over the trial. He was a cruel and ruthless man.
Luke and Leia were sentenced to death. But before they could be executed, they were rescued by their friends. They fought their way back to the rebel alliance and continued to fight for freedom.
And eventually, they won. The empire was defeated and the galaxy was free. Luke and Leia got married and had a family. They lived happily ever after.