iПисец современный писатель Вертолеты Санты снят с конкурса

Я всегда была любительницей веселящих пропеллеров. Таких, что нежно кружат тебя в воздухе, пока ты чувствуешь себя легкой и свободной. Но только до тех пор, пока я не встретила Санту. Он был ...


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30.01.2023 07:51
Ну это баловство. Переводили сами chatGPT или он уже умеет на русском? Мне тоже забавные истории сочинял, только не такие психоделические
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Hi! If you were going to write a story about a man been followed by Death 30000 characters long, how would you do it?

Jack had been living a peaceful life for the past fifteen years. Little did he know that life was about to take a dramatic turn.

One day, he was out walking in the park, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when he noticed a strange man in a long, black cloak following him. Jack stopped and turned around, but the man had disappeared.

The next day, the man was back. This time, he was closer and Jack could feel a strange, menacing vibe emanating from him. Jack asked the man who he was, but he only responded with a cold stare.

Jack’s life slowly began to take a turn for the worse. He started having anxiety and panic attacks, and his work began to suffer. Everywhere he went, the man was there, silently following him.

Fear slowly encroached on Jack’s life, until eventually he came to the conclusion that the man was Death, come to take him away. He frantically searched for answers, but none seemed to come.

Despite Jack’s fear, he wasn’t ready to go yet. He started learning about Death and his ways in an attempt to delay it as long as possible. He read books, consulted experts, and searched the internet for any information that could help.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Jack’s life had become an endless loop of running and hiding from Death, but no matter how hard he tried, the man kept coming back.

Jack had lived this way for fifteen long years. He aged, but Death stayed the same. He never spoke, but Jack always felt his presence.

Finally, Jack was done running. He had accepted his fate, and he was ready to go. Walking slowly into the park, he came face-to-face with Death for the first time.

The man in the black cloak stared at Jack for a few seconds, before finally speaking.

“It’s time” he said.

Jack nodded and followed him, hand-in-hand, until they both disappeared into the darkness.

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