So I’m in this restaurant on a date with this chick called Tracy. While we’re eating, her face suddenly falls off into a bowl of soup. Turns out it was a mask and I’m left looking at a mass of wires. The chick was a robot!
This was using the word prompt “mask” provided by Sammi Cox. The story or poem had to be 45 words in total (mine’s 46 as the prompt word doesn’t count).
I have to say that this post involved the creepiest image search I’ve done yet.
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