Prompt: I sat bolt upright in bed drenched in sweat from laughing so hard, my asthma kicked me in my lungs. My face burned with the strain of the smile. I fell out of bed reaching for the albuterol in hysterics while gasping for each giggle.
Prompt: I am very strong and I dreamed last night that I had an argument with someone, and then he asked his younger brother to hit me. His younger brother stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck, trying to pull my head away. Then at this time, I fiercely hit his younger brother. He couldn't pull at all, so I ignored his younger brother at all, but gave him an invincible look, and then I directly grabbed his boss by the back of his neck and pulled him flying.
Prompt: Radiating an aura of noble grace, Frigga was a figure whose mere presence commanded reverence.
Prompt: I came in from the outside, burnt out from a joyride She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway Played from the bedside is Stella by Starlight That was my heart, the drums that start off night and day The same kind of music haunts her bedroom I'm almost me again, she's almost you I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: describe a first-person photo of a dark, damp room. The air is cold and heavy, and a single candle next to your bed emits a dim, flickering light. The bed is uncomfortable and creaky
Prompt: describe a first-person photo of a dark, damp room. The air is cold and heavy, and a single candle next to your bed emits a dim, flickering light. The bed is uncomfortable and creaky
Prompt: sitting on the bed in his room, with a sad face, as if he had just cried, \u003c@1146974360700207174\u003e's Dre `\\u003c@1146974360700207174\\u003e's 3 year old boy, dark blond hair, slim, (thin face), light skin, thin eyebrows, brown eyes, (small ears), voluminous lips, thin nose, short hair, small teeth, separated teeth, gray t-shirt, long black sleeves, thin, light eyebrows, almost skin tone, Disney pixar style,`Negative: `freckles, eyebrows`,Style: `Anime``
Prompt: The shit we said in the heat of the moment will end in regret, but we will only know it in the cold light of day.
Prompt: There was an old man named John, who lived in a world that moved rapidly around him. His beautiful memories took him back to the days of his youth, when he had a dream and smiling hopes.
Prompt: The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as his character, whom he had painstakingly leveled up for hours, suddenly met an unforeseen and unfair demise. A surge of rage coursed through his veins, and he slammed his fists on the desk, letting out an infuriated roar that echoed through the room. Swearing vengeance, he clenched his teeth and vowed to annihilate every virtual enemy standing in his way, fueled by an uncontrollable fury that burned hotter with every passing second.\"
Prompt: Always felt invisible. No one cared to watch me grow. Spent my life inside a house full of ghosts. And Every night was a nightmare. If I cried I was met with a cold stare. Hated every second in this broken home.
Prompt: `sitting on the bed in his room, with a sad face, as if he had just cried, \\u003c@1146974360700207174\\u003e's Dre `\\\\u003c@1146974360700207174\\\\u003e's 3 year old boy, dark blond hair, slim, (thin face), light skin, thin eyebrows, brown eyes, (small ears), voluminous lips, thin nose, short hair, small teeth, separated teeth, gray t-shirt, long black sleeves, thin, light eyebrows, almost skin tone, Disney pixar style,`Negative: `freckles, eyebrows`,Style: `Anime```
Prompt: If someone wants something from me If someone is trying to get me Let him take better care of himself Maybe he smiles for the last time I don't care what he represents there Scares me, makes me afraid Just three words await him
Prompt: It's a dream scene of a girl asking her man to buy her a bolt. He really cares about her. Should look like a dream theme.
Prompt: The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie, the cries of the horrible female ghost became more mournful, her pale arms suddenly stretched out and tightened their grip on the man, the scene was eerie and terrifying
Prompt: Day was very big - with the river with the heat, with a thunderstorm, with a forest and with mushrooms with a laugh and with tears. Elon Musk
Prompt: Day was very big - with the river with the heat, with a thunderstorm, with a forest and with mushrooms with a laugh and with tears. Elon Musk
Prompt: Riya could not understand what had happened. He thought maybe it was all a dream. But she was still feeling the warmth of Aman and the touch of his embrace.
Prompt: A person experiencing soreness might be depicted as someone wincing or grimacing, clutching a particular area of their body with a pained expression. They could exhibit signs of discomfort through slowed movements, hesitant steps, or a slight hunch in their posture. Facial expressions may convey a sense of tension, and the individual may occasionally massage or rub the affected area in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort. Overall, the visual representation would capture the physical manifestation of discomfort and the effort to cope with the soreness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: At night, there was a slight drizzle, and I was shivering on a deserted road with no street lights, and my hands and feet were cold.
Prompt: laying flat on the ground leaning on my elbows raised flashlight in hand to peer down a mysterious trench my eyes wide with wonderment
Prompt: He walked on the street in the rainy night, his clothes were soaked, and the cold wind was biting. He didn't know where he was going, nor where he came from. He only knew that he had lost everything, his home, his lover, his dream. He felt like a walking dead, without a goal, without hope, without meaning.He looked up at the sky, only to see dark clouds, without a trace of starlight. He looked down at the street lamp, only to see the light was dim, flickering. He felt like that street lamp, about to go out, about to disappear. He couldn't help but think of her, she used to be his light, his warmth, his everything. But she had left him, forever.He didn't know how long he could walk, nor how long he could live. He only knew that he had nothing to lose, his life had no value. He was just waiting, waiting for that moment to come, that moment, he could reunite with her, that moment, he could end it all.
Prompt: A girl was lying on a hospital bed and she saw the hospital beds in her roommate moving towards the door one by one.
Prompt: it couldn't get any worse than this. but did, anyways, out of spite. it was raining, everything smelt funny. (dog vomit in my salad remix)
Prompt: If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly.
Prompt: A grain of sand like in sea waves, How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss, I'm lost, tired of thoughts
Prompt: A healing scene is a ray of sunlight shining through the curtains, shining on your face, making you feel warm;
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your masterI wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoastersI wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monsterI love you since this morning, not just for aestheticI wanna touch your body, so fucking electricI know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your masterI wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoastersI wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monsterI love you since this morning, not just for aestheticI wanna touch your body, so fucking electricI know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave
Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave
Prompt: A dedicated, middle-aged teacher, exemplifying fitness and wellness, finds himself at home due to illness. Despite feeling under the weather, he remains committed to maintaining his health. As sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow, he runs purposefully from wall to wall, determined to accumulate steps. He fit physique and conscientious approach to well-being mirror the resilience she imparts to his students in the classroom. Even in moments of rest, his commitment to a healthy lifestyle shines through, weaving a narrative of strength and determination.
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly
Prompt: make a person smiling with happiness in the midst of darkness, a person who fought and learned to live with their own understanding and evolution
Prompt: Tell me, what is bothering us so much? Why does a clear beam ripple at night? What thin flame spreads into the firmament? Like lightning without threatening clouds Striving from the ground to the zenith? How can it be that frozen steam
Prompt: A powerful impact threw the man's body into the air. When he came back to his senses, he found himself bound to the floor by the power of darkness, unable to move, and in the room, the environment was dark and horrifying, frighteningly
Negative: low quality face, bad art, low quality anatomy, bad proportions, gross proportions, crossed eyes, ugly, bizarre, poorly drawn, poorly drawn face, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn limbs, poorly drawn fingers, out of frame, body out of frame, deformed, disfigured, mutation, mutated hands, mutated limbs. mutated face, malformed, malformed limbs, extra fingers,
Prompt: I don't feel sorry for the years wasted in vain, I don’t feel sorry for the soul of the lilac blossom. There is a fire of red rowan burning in the garden, But he can't warm anyone
Prompt: make a adult person smiling with happiness in the midst of darkness, a person who fought and learned to live with their own understanding and evolution
Prompt: in a bed too large for tree, tuss during reading a book, asthme night ambiance, drinking cold and tired water.
Prompt: Let the light refract through the tear-drenched pupil to reflect the rainbow you most want to have in your heart
Prompt: I wake up, but not really. My eyes are open, but I cannot move no matter how hard I try. What's that? Above me... It's just...black. Nothing. Empty space. No, it's writhing blackness. Scream. Please voice, scream. No, my voice betrays me. Tied to my own bed like a quadrapalegic. Breathing is hard, like breathing underwater. It hurts. The blackness slithers closer. I want to close my eyes but my eyelids won't work. No... Its inches from my nose. I can smell it's foul stench, like sulfer and brimstone and a hint of rottenness. Why? What does it want? I've been a decent human. I haven't done anything truly dark. I mean, the cat when I was ten but never again. It moves in...swallowing my being... I scream in my head...
