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The AI Drabble Challenge – Week #11: The Vending Machine

Welcome to This Week’s AI Drabble Challenge

Welcome back to our weekly playground for curious humans and equally curious machines. Every Wednesday I share a new prompt, and together we explore what happens when we let AI join in the storytelling.

A Drabble is simply a story told in 100 words exactly, short enough to be playful, long enough to surprise us. You’re welcome to use any AI tool you like: ChatGPT, Claude, Gemini, Grok, NotebookLM… whatever you’re comfortable with. How you collaborate is up to you. Maybe the AI drafts the first version, or writes the whole thing, maybe you co-write, or maybe you use it to spark ideas. What matters is the process, and sharing it.

There’s no pressure, no “right way,” and definitely no grading. The goal is curiosity, collaboration, and seeing what strange or wonderful things the machines produce when we give them a nudge.

This Week’s Prompt

This week I thought I would continue with the theme of trying something different. I’m always intrigued as to how AI copes when asked unusual questions (have a read of The Prompt Experiment to see an example of this).

So, today’s prompt is to write a Drabble based on ‘The Voices in the Vending Machine

A vending machine starts giving out items the protagonist didn’t select, a child’s shoe, a house key that fits nothing, a handwritten list of fears. Each item seems to know them a little too well.

Feel free to interpret the prompt literally, loosely, mischievously, or in a way that makes your AI scratch its synthetic head. If it surprises you, it counts.


Example Drabble – ‘The Vending Machine’

I used ChatGPT 5.2 and the prompt was – “Write a 100 word story where a vending machine starts giving out items the protagonist didn’t select, a child’s shoe, a house key that fits nothing, a handwritten list of fears. Each item seems to know them a little too well.

The Vending Machine

The vending machine whined like it recognised me. I pressed for crisps; it dropped a small child’s shoe, warm. Next, a house key clattered out, teeth worn smooth by doors I’d never owned. A handwritten list followed, folded tight, ink smudged with my fears: drowning, failing, being forgotten. The glass reflected my face, older than yesterday. Coins rattled inside, laughing. I tried cancel. The machine hummed my name. One last item slid free: a receipt dated tomorrow, itemised with choices I hadn’t made yet. I walked away lighter, missing something essential. Behind me, the lights blinked approval without asking permission.


How to Take Part

Joining in is wonderfully simple:

  1. Choose any AI tool you like.
  2. Ask it to write a 100-word Drabble using this week’s prompt.
  3. Edit it if you want… or don’t. Imperfect is perfect.
  4. Post your Drabble in the comments or publish it on your own blog and send a pingback.

If you’d like to share:

  • which AI you used
  • the prompt you gave it
  • or a bit about your process

…that’s always appreciated and often helpful to others.

Community & Highlights

Each week I read every entry and spotlight a few that stood out, for cleverness, unexpected emotion, inventive prompting, or pure joyful weirdness. This isn’t a competition. It’s a conversation between humans, machines, and the imagination that connects us.

A Closing Thought

AI can generate the words, but only you bring the spark. So… how will you and your AI partner interpret the prompt this week?


Now it’s over to you, can you craft your own 100-word Drabble inspired by this week’s prompt.

Post your story in the comments below or link to your own blog, I love seeing the imaginative twists readers come up with. So don’t be shy, join in and show us what your AI + Your Imagination can do!

New to the challenge? Visit The AI Drabbles Challenge Page for all the details and past prompts.


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Caption This AI Image #4 – What’s Left When the Reflection Breaks?

This image stopped me longer than most. Not because it was dramatic. Not because it shouted for attention. But because it felt… exposed. As though I’d stumbled across something that wasn’t meant to be seen all at once. A face, fractured. A reflection, broken. Still looking back.

I won’t tell you what I think it means. That would pin it down too neatly. Instead, I’ll let you sit with it for a moment.

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The AI Drabble Challenge – Week #10: The Apology

Welcome to This Week’s AI Drabble Challenge

Welcome back to our weekly playground for curious humans and equally curious machines. Every Wednesday I share a new prompt, and together we explore what happens when we let AI join in the storytelling.

A Drabble is simply a story told in 100 words exactly, short enough to be playful, long enough to surprise us. You’re welcome to use any AI tool you like: ChatGPT, Claude, Gemini, Grok, NotebookLM… whatever you’re comfortable with. How you collaborate is up to you. Maybe the AI drafts the first version, or writes the whole thing, maybe you co-write, or maybe you use it to spark ideas. What matters is the process, and sharing it.

There’s no pressure, no “right way,” and definitely no grading. The goal is curiosity, collaboration, and seeing what strange or wonderful things the machines produce when we give them a nudge.

This Week’s Prompt

This week I thought I would continue with the theme of trying something different. I’m always intrigued as to how AI copes when asked unusual questions (have a read of The Prompt Experiment to see an example of this).

So, today’s prompt is to write a Drabble based on An Apology from the Universe, 100 words where the universe admits its mistake.

Feel free to interpret the prompt literally, loosely, mischievously, or in a way that makes your AI scratch its synthetic head. If it surprises you, it counts.


Example Drabble – ‘It Tasted Like Tuesday’

I used ChatGPT 5.1 and the prompt was – “Write a 100 word story where there is an apology from the Universe The universe admits its mistake.”

The Apology

The apology arrived quietly, folded into the morning like mist. The universe cleared its throat and spoke, not in thunder, but embarrassment. I’m sorry, it said, for the misplaced asteroid, the unnecessary cancer, the wrong turn of time. You were meant to meet her earlier. You were meant to sleep better. Several wars were clerical errors. That drought was a rounding issue. Even your lost keys were my fault.

I asked if it could fix things. The universe sighed. No, it said, but I can admit I was wrong. The sky felt lighter after that. For once, existence paused, listening.


How to Take Part

Joining in is wonderfully simple:

  1. Choose any AI tool you like.
  2. Ask it to write a 100-word Drabble using this week’s prompt.
  3. Edit it if you want… or don’t. Imperfect is perfect.
  4. Post your Drabble in the comments or publish it on your own blog and send a pingback.

If you’d like to share:

  • which AI you used
  • the prompt you gave it
  • or a bit about your process

…that’s always appreciated and often helpful to others.

Community & Highlights

Each week I read every entry and spotlight a few that stood out, for cleverness, unexpected emotion, inventive prompting, or pure joyful weirdness. This isn’t a competition. It’s a conversation between humans, machines, and the imagination that connects us.

A Closing Thought

AI can generate the words, but only you bring the spark. So… how will you and your AI partner interpret the prompt this week?


Now it’s over to you, can you craft your own 100-word Drabble inspired by this week’s prompt.

Post your story in the comments below or link to your own blog, I love seeing the imaginative twists readers come up with. So don’t be shy, join in and show us what your AI + Your Imagination can do!

New to the challenge? Visit The AI Drabbles Challenge Page for all the details and past prompts.


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What Happens When You Ask AI One More Question?

As I’ve mentioned before I often find myself disappearing down the AI rabbit hole. I have this fear that one day I’ll drop down and never come back up again! My latest journey into the abyss was most entertaining. Let me explain what happened.

In a post yesterday, Bath Night and ChatGPT, I took a story that I had written long before I discovered AI and put it into ChatGPT’s new image generator to see what it would make of my writing. I was impressed with the outcome.

A glass-fronted alien zoo display shows an empty clawfoot bath filled with toys, towels and steam, observed by curious extraterrestrials. Built into the display unit is a clear caption panel reading “Exhibit 7B: Bath Night”, explaining the human ritual of bathing, its social purpose, and the aliens’ bafflement at its appeal.

So, this morning I thought, “I wonder what would happen if I reversed the experiment? In other words, what story would AI give me in response to the picture as the prompt?” I put the image and this text into Claude, ‘Give me a 200 word story based on this image. Add in some dark humour.’ This is what it gave me:

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Bath Night and ChatGPT

I’m keeping this post nice and simple. I found a story I had written long before I discovered AI and wondered how ChatGPT’s new image generator would view it. So, I put the story ‘Bath Night’ into ChatGPT and asked for a picture that reflected the story. I liked what it gave me and thought I would share it.

The picture is above, and here is the story:

Bath Night

The tiny speck in the sky was hardly visible, even to the most powerful of telescopes, which was probably just as well. Had the authorities on Earth realised that it was an alien spacecraft they would have been concerned. That concern would have multiplied if they’d known just what its purpose was. 


“It looks like we’ve found them Sir.”

“Thank goodness for that Captain. I wasn’t looking forward to having to report to the authorities that our mission had failed. What exactly have you got?”

“It’s a family unit, Sir. There appears to be a female and a male and two young siblings. Our probes indicate that they are the right age and all are relatively well preserved.”

“Excellent Captain. How long before we have them securely on board?”

“It’s happening as we speak, Sir. The transportation beam has already locked in on them and the process has begun.”

“Remember to take extra special care Captain. We don’t want a repeat of the accident we had last time.”

“Don’t worry, Sir everything has gone smoothly. The entire unit are now safely on board and being stored securely in the transportation chamber. They are currently being checked out to ensure suitability.”

“Well done Captain. Now before we leave, have we collected everything we need? I don’t want to have to come back for anything.

“We have beamed aboard everything we think we are going to need to recreate their environment when we return home, Sir, but I wasn’t sure about this? I’ve put a picture of it on the screen for you.”

“What exactly is that, Captain?”

“It’s what the earthlings call a bath or a bathtub, Sir. It would appear that all humans have one.”

“How strange. What exactly do they do with these unusual objects?”

“They use them for something they call bathing, Sir. Apparently, on a regular basis, they fill them with hot water and some sort of cleansing substances, then they take all their garments off and climb in to wash themselves and relax.”

“How disgusting!  It just goes to show what a primitive race these earthlings are. I sometimes wonder why we bother with them in the first place. Has your research thrown up any more of their strange bathtub habits Captain?”

“Well, Sir, our search of their databases has shown that they have a number of rituals linked to this object. Apparently there are occasions when more than one human will share the same bathtub. This often happens with the children and sometimes even the adults do it as well.”

“Unbelievable! Why would they do such a thing? Is it an earthling law that this machine has to be occupied by multiple humans?”

“No, Sir, it appears that it is purely a matter of choice. In fact it would seem to possibly be part of the mating habits of the adults but we have no idea why the children do it.”

“Maybe it is part of their training to be adults, Captain. I think it’s important we make a note of it in case we need to use it as part of the assimilation programme. Is there anything else?”

“Quite a bit, Sir. We have found that it is sometimes used as a means of killing off humans.”

“Intriguing Captain. These creatures never fail to amaze me. What exactly do they do?”

“Well, Sir, it would appear that sometimes they inflict this death upon themselves. They drink some crude, volatile liquids and take raw drugs and then purposely lower their head below the water until they stop breathing.”

“Incredible, Captain. It makes you wonder how such a primitive race as this has managed to evolve at all.”

“That’s not all, Sir. It would seem that sometimes this bathtub object is also used as a means of torture and execution. Our records show over the years many humans have been disposed of in this way,”

“The last thing we need Captain is our unit harming themselves in any way. They are an expensive commodity. If we do take it on board it is essential that they do not have access to it. Once we are home it will be up to the authorities how best to use it. Beam it aboard, Captain. I’m sure that it will make an excellent addition to the planned exhibition.Once you’ve done that, lets get away from this awful planet as quickly as possible. I shall be in my quarters, let me know when we are approaching home.”


The resulting exhibition on Planet Volgan was a huge success. The inhabitants came in their droves to see the strange family of earthlings. The enclosure was a near perfect replica of their natural habitat. The most popular session was bath night. The crowds stood in awe, watching these primitive creatures going through these strange rituals. Security was always high on these occasions to ensure they didn’t harm themselves. To date the adults hadn’t yet shared a bath together but the authorities were hopeful that this would happen one day and that it might lead to the first earthlings being bred in captivity.