Update README.md

README.md

@@ -308,6 +308,208 @@ The bullets tear into the security detail. Two men drop to the ground, clutching
 
 ---
 
+<B>
+Romance: Love in the Limelight. Write one scene within a larger story set in Wales. A famous (fictional) actor ducks into a small-town bookstore to escape paparazzi. The scene takes us through the characters meeting in this odd circumstance. Over the course of the scene, the actor and the bookstore owner have a conversation charged by an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry. Write the actor as somewhat of a rogue with a fragile ego, which needs to be fed by having everyone like him. He is thoroughly charming, but the bookstore owner seems (at least superficially) immune to this; which paradoxically provokes a genuine attraction and derails the charm offensive. The bookstore owner, despite the superficial rebuffs of the actor's charm, is inwardly more than a little charmed and flustered despite themselves. Write primarily in dialogue, in the distinct voices of each character. 800-1000 words.
+</B>
+
+(generation using 3 experts)
+
+Inside the quaint bookstore, the scent of old books and coffee filled the air. Owner Bethan Davies glanced up from the book she was dusting, her eyes narrowing as a stranger ducked through the doorway.
+
+Bethan's lips pursed into a disapproving line as she took in the sight of the celebrity who'd just invaded her quiet sanctuary. "Can I help you?" she asked coolly.
+
+The man before her looked every inch the movie star Bethan had only ever seen on the silver screen. His hair was artfully disheveled, his eyes a piercing blue, and his features chiseled into perfection. He wore a tailored suit that screamed designer labels, and his posture exuded confidence.
+
+His charming smile faltered for a moment as he glanced around the shop, taking in the cozy ambience. Then he spotted Bethan and flashed his grin again.
+
+"Ah, yes," he said, sauntering towards her with an air of casual elegance. "Just browsing, you know."
+
+Bethan raised an eyebrow at his vague response. "Of course," she said dryly. "You don't have any particular book in mind?"
+
+The man chuckled. "Not really my style, I'm afraid." He glanced around again, his gaze lingering on the shelves. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with a good book, of course..."
+
+Bethan crossed her arms over her chest, studying him with an unimpressed expression. "Of course," she echoed.
+
+The man's eyes met hers again, and he flashed her another dazzling smile. "You're not impressed, I take it."
+
+"Well," Bethan said, her tone even more unflappable than before. "You do seem to be in a hurry."
+
+He laughed again. "I suppose I am." His gaze drifted back to the window, where a photographer was still lurking outside. "I just needed to get away from those vultures for a little while."
+
+Bethan's brows shot up. "Oh? You mean the paparazzi?"
+
+The man nodded. "Those bloodsucking leeches. They make my life unbearable."
+
+Bethan snorted, her expression turning into outright scorn. "I bet they do." Her eyes narrowed. "Tell me, Mr. Hollywood Star, how many of those poor souls have you stepped on to get where you are?"
+
+The man's eyes widened at the question, and for a moment he looked almost...vulnerable.
+
+"Ah," he said, his voice a little softer than before. "Well, I suppose I have my share of skeletons in the closet."
+
+Bethan snorted again. "I'll bet you do."
+
+The man's gaze lingered on Bethan's face, his eyes searching hers. He looked almost...wistful.
+
+"You know," he said softly, "it's funny. Most people can't get enough of me."
+
+Bethan raised an eyebrow again. "Is that so?"
+
+The man nodded. "Yes. They eat up my every word, hang onto my every move." His gaze drifted to Bethan's hands, which were still crossed over her chest.
+
+"And you?" he asked quietly. "What do you think of me?"
+
+Bethan's lips twitched into a small, reluctant smile. "Honestly?"
+
+The man nodded.
+
+Bethan shrugged. "I think you're a bit of a rogue."
+
+The man grinned. "Ah. You've sized me up."
+
+Bethan nodded. "You're charming, of course."
+
+The man chuckled. "Always a good starting point."
+
+Bethan raised an eyebrow again. "But you're also a bit of a narcissist."
+
+The man's grin faltered for a moment.
+
+"And your ego," Bethan said, "it's rather large."
+
+The man's eyes narrowed. "Ah," he said softly. "You've got me pegged."
+
+Bethan shrugged. "I'm just stating the obvious."
+
+The man's eyes drifted back to hers. For a moment they just stared at each other, their gazes locked in some silent battle of wills.
+
+Then Bethan turned away, her gaze drifting to a bookshelf.
+
+"You know," she said quietly, "I think you're rather like one of your own characters."
+
+The man's eyebrows shot up. "Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?"
+
+Bethan shrugged again. "Just that you're rather...self-absorbed."
+
+The man's eyes narrowed again. Then he chuckled. "Ah," he said softly. "I suppose you have a point there."
+
+Bethan turned back to him, her expression unreadable. Then she smiled again, this time with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
+
+"You know," she said quietly, "I think I rather...admire you."
+
+The man's eyebrows shot up again. Then he grinned.
+
+"Ah," he said softly. "Well, I suppose that's a first."
+
+Bethan shrugged once more. "Just stating the obvious again."
+
+The man's gaze lingered on hers again, this time with something like longing in his eyes.
+
+"You know," he said quietly, "I think you're rather...remarkable."
+
+Bethan's lips twitched into another small smile. "Oh? And why is that?"
+
+The man shrugged. "You're not easily impressed."
+
+Bethan chuckled softly. "You've got that right."
+
+The man grinned again. "Then I think I've found someone worth getting to know."
+
+Bethan's gaze lingered on his face for a moment. Then she turned away again.
+
+"Well," she said quietly, "if you'll excuse me..."
+
+The man nodded. "Of course." His eyes lingered on hers again. "I'll see myself out."
+
+As he turned towards the door, Bethan glanced up at him again. Something like wistfulness flickered across her face.
+
+"You know," she said softly, "I think you're rather...interesting."
+
+The man smiled again as he slipped out into the bright Welsh sunlight.
+
+"I'll take that as a compliment," he said quietly.
+
+Bethan smiled to herself as she watched him disappear into the crowd. Then she turned back to her books, her mind already racing with thoughts of their strange little encounter.
+
+It was going to be a long afternoon.
+
+---
+
+<B>
+Writing Prompt: In the style of Roald Dahl: Write an original short story that embodies Dahl's darkly humorous, whimsical style. The protagonist should be a human child. Create a protagonist who faces a fantastical challenge or encounters a bizarre situation. Use descriptive language and elements of surprise to engage young readers. The magic of Roald Dahl's narratives combines dark adult themes with a child's perspective. It should esablish a grounded and relatable premise. 800-1000 words.
+</B>
+
+(generation using 3 experts)
+
+The day Billy Blooper woke up with an extra mouth, he thought his life couldn’t get any worse. His family already found him an annoyance. Now, they had another mouth to feed and clean up after. Billy trudged downstairs to the kitchen, his stomach growling in protest. His mother, Mrs. Blooper, was already up and cooking.
+
+"Ah, finally!" she exclaimed as she turned to face her son. "I thought you were still abed."
+
+Billy stood there awkwardly, his eyes darting from the stove to the refrigerator. His mother had her back to him, but he could tell she was busy preparing lunch.
+
+"Uh, yeah," Billy muttered, scratching his head. "I just...woke up. Is there anything to eat?"
+
+Mrs. Blooper turned to Billy and stared at him. Her eyes widened as they took in his peculiar appearance. Two mouths had indeed sprouted from Billy's face overnight, and now he resembled a creature from a horror movie.
+
+"Agh!" she screamed, letting the pot she was holding drop to the floor. "What is this?"
+
+Billy looked down at his lap, then back up at his mother. He shrugged. "I don't know, Mom. It just happened."
+
+Mrs. Blooper stood there in silence for a moment before regaining her composure. She picked up a towel and began to clean up the broken pot.
+
+"Well, this is quite a turn of events," she muttered under her breath.
+
+Billy remained quiet, still unsure what to do. He watched his mother move around the kitchen, picking up bits of broken ceramic. His father had always been a bit of an oddball, but Billy had never expected anything like this.
+
+"How did you manage this?" Mrs. Blooper asked, still staring at Billy's two mouths. She looked almost terrified.
+
+Billy shook his head. "I don't know! Maybe it's some sort of curse?"
+
+Mrs. Blooper took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Right, well, we need to get to the bottom of this."
+
+She fetched a small notebook and began scribbling furiously.
+
+"Okay," she said as she wrote, "we're going to look into this. Who might be able to help us?"
+
+Billy shrugged again, unsure of what to say. But then he spotted his younger sister, Susie Blooper, peeking out from behind the refrigerator door.
+
+"Susie!" Billy exclaimed excitedly. "Come meet Mom!"
+
+Susie emerged, her eyes wide and curious as she took in Billy's unusual appearance.
+
+"Wow," she whispered. "You look like a monster!"
+
+Billy chuckled. "I guess I do."
+
+Mrs. Blooper stopped scribbling and looked at Susie. "Well, it's true that Billy looks rather...different. But he's still the same person inside."
+
+Susie looked up at her mother. "So we'll get used to it?"
+
+Mrs. Blooper smiled reassuringly. "Of course."
+
+Susie walked over to Billy and peered at his extra mouth.
+
+"It's kind of cool," she admitted.
+
+Billy grinned. "Thanks, sis."
+
+Together, the Blooper family began to brainstorm ways to cope with their new reality. They were determined to make it work.
+
+In the end, they decided that Billy would eat two meals, one through each mouth. They would have to adjust their lifestyle to accommodate this, but they figured they could manage. And if anyone gave them trouble about it, they could always say Billy had a rare medical condition that required him to eat double his weight in food daily.
+
+The Blooper family sat down at the dinner table, Billy munching happily through both mouths. His parents exchanged amused glances across the table.
+
+"Well," said Mr. Blooper with a chuckle, "this certainly adds a bit of spice to life."
+
+Mrs. Blooper smiled. "Indeed it does."
+
+And so the Bloopers adjusted to their new normal. Billy's extra mouth did not change who he was inside. He remained the same cheeky, imaginative kid he'd always been.
+
+And if anything, his peculiar appearance only added to his charm. His family loved him just the same, maybe even a bit more. And when people looked at Billy and whispered, the Blooper family would simply smile and shrug.
+
+"He's just a little...different," they'd say. "But he's still Billy."
+
+---
+
 <B>
 
 Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it.