This is a great group idea! I've been playing with ChatGPT, like a lot of people, and thought I'd share the first results.

These are AI "assisted," not fully written by the AI. The chat writes a pretty boring story on its own. I'm sure there are ways to improve it that I haven't learned yet. Most of the "good stuff" below is writing I did myself. But what the AI can do is create the basic story, if you give it an outline, and then you fill in details or improve the parts you don't like.

So in the first example here, I gave ChatGPT: "Please expand this into a vivid, playful, fun story full of dialogue: 3 college girls are getting dressed before a party ... they tease each other about getting guys to notice them ... they help each other with makeup ... one of them says the words "I don't know" which causes her to get green slimed from above ... the others are shocked but kind of amused"

That gave me the basic story action. And then I changed a bunch of stuff, and ran some passages back through for updates. It was fun! And like in this example you can leave some stuff to chance if you want, which I liked. I didn't control who got slimed in the story.

The second one here, I prompted the AI with more of the story structure and rewrote almost everything in it. So it's mostly "AI assisted" in the sense that I wouldn't have written it if I wasn't playing around with AI. But even then I kept some stuff it came up with -- like it started writing from the girl character's perspective, which I liked and kept for the first couple paragraphs.

Anyway, they're for your eyes now! Enjoy!

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story #1: Getting Dressed

It was a Friday night on campus. Sasha, Lysette, and Alaina were getting ready for a party. They were all excited and full of energy, eager to let loose and have some fun.

"I can't wait to see all the cute guys at the party tonight," said Sasha, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She struck a pose in her little bra and panties, holding up the sassy white dress she wanted to wear. "I'm going to make sure they all notice me!"

The other two laughed and rolled their eyes. "Just get yourself dressed," Alaina said as she brushed out her long, dark hair. "And we all know you're the one who always ends up dancing by herself in the corner."

Sasha pouted and pretended to be offended, but then she grinned. "Well, maybe I'll have better luck tonight. This new dress will break all their little hearts."

Lysette, still wearing a towel wrapped around her after a shower, shook her head and laughed as she smoothed moisturizer into her arms. "Just be yourself and have fun, the right guy will come along."

Sasha smiled. "I guess we'll see," she said. "Whatever it takes, I won't end the night alone."

As they continued getting ready, the girls helped each other with their makeup, giving each other tips and advice on how to make their eyes pop and their lips look fuller.

But as Alaina tried on her spaghetti strap dress, she hesitated. She teased the straps around her shoulders and adjusted her cleavage. "Hey, do you think this dress is too tight?" she asked her friends, biting her lip. I don't know if it's too much? ..."

Before anyone could answer, a loud splatter interrupted them -- green slime came pouring down from above, plastering Alaina's hair and shoulders and cascading in a thick spray all around her.

Sasha and Lysette gasped and stared in shock. "What the hell?!" Sasha exclaimed.

Alaina just stood there, stunned and slopping. The last trickle of slime was spattering onto her head, and she felt it running down her arms and body and weighing her dress down. She looked up at the ceiling and then back at her friends. "Did that just happen?!" she asked, her voice shaking.

Sasha and Lysette just stared at her for a moment, and then they burst out laughing.

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story #2: The Bad Date

Adriana sat across from Tyler at the trendy new restaurant in town. She couldn't help but notice how nervous he seemed, fidgeting with his silverware and avoiding eye contact. She was used to guys who were worried she was out of their league, and by now it bored her a bit. No matter what she said, he just couldn't seem to relax. It was tiring.

"Do you like the food here?" Adriana offered neutrally, taking a sip of her wine.

"Oh, it's great," Tyler replied, marshaling some enthusiasm. "Last time I had the flounder. Or -- rockfish? It was ... um ..."

"I've never been here before," Adriana cut in, trying to keep the conversation going. "It's a nice vibe."

The conversation lulled for a moment, and Tyler could feel the awkwardness rising between them. He racked his brain for something else to say, but he couldn't think of anything. Why did he feel so lame? He had wanted this date so badly, and there she was across from him: Adriana, in all her perfect beauty, the mocha skin and long sumptuous hair and curious almond eyes. She elevated her wine glass again to her lips and looked at him.

The elegant perch of her arm had shifted her off-the-shoulder blouse, just enough, to draw his attention to its low cut and the deep hint of curve underneath. Tyler flushed and struggled to meet her eyes.

"Well. I've been so slammed this week," Adriana said with a glance at her phone and a tiny sigh. "Did you do anything fun?"

"Oh, yeah, no, not so much," said Tyler. "Not really. I watched a lot of nature shows."

"Mm?"

"Like documentaries. One was about whales, and another one was about the African savannah." Tyler chuckled nervously and his eyes lit with panic. "And, like ... the arctic? I really like animals!" he blurted out. "Like TV animals! I mean I don't have a, uh, a dog or anything ..."

"Yeah, me neither," said Adriana, now staring past his shoulder.

"Would you say," Tyler ventured, "that, um. That you're more of a people person?"

"What?" said Adriana.

"A people person instead of, like, an animal person." Tyler waved his hands and had gone quite red. "I mean not that you can't be both. It's ..." he trailed off.

Adriana sighed and took a long sip of her wine, then set down the glass.

"Tyler," Adriana started, with a mix of pity and resignation. "I wanted to go out with you so we could talk more, I really did."

His face fell perceptibly, but she continued. "I'm interested. I promise. But at this point, I don't know what you're even trying to say."

Before Tyler could respond, a gush of bright green slime streamed down on Adriana, splattering mercilessly over her body and across the table. Adriana gasped in shock, ruined in an instant, as the slime poured over her face and deep into her blouse.

Adriana sat frozen as the slime finished, her hands poised on the table, her hair plastered down and her blouse now hanging low and sloppily on her body. The restaurant was all silverware clatter and silence, all eyes clearly directed at her. With shaking fingers, she cleared her eyes and plucked at the thick drips of slime running down her cheeks. She tried to stand up with dignity, but when she pushed her chair back from the table it made a rough, rageful scrape.

Tyler gawked lamely, fumbling for words that didn't come. Finally he picked up his napkin, and held it out to Adriana in a futile gesture. But she was already leaving, her eyes flashing with anger.

She turned and stormed out of the restaurant without another word, leaving Tyler sitting alone at the dripping table. He buried his head in his hands, and felt the burn of the other patrons staring at him. That was his one chance, he knew, and there wouldn't be another.