Every now and again I give an AI a single prompt and let it write a short story. I do not edit the result. I simply choose one worth keeping. Below you will find the exact prompt, the story it produced, and one brief thought that stayed with me after reading. Nothing more.
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Each evening, the sun sets exactly on time, as instructed. Maren watches from the upstairs window, measuring small changes no one else seems to notice. In a world that has standardised even the horizon, she begins to suspect that something is quietly shifting.
The queue moved one pace forward every seventeen minutes. I counted. Always seventeen. Never sixteen, never eighteen. The woman in front of me wore a grey coat too large for her frame; the sleeves swallowed her hands. She kept them tucked inside anyway.
A child, perhaps seven, stood two places ahead. His mother held his wrist so tightly the skin around her fingers turned white. He did not cry. None of them cried any longer. The sound had been removed from them before they reached the gate.
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What happens when AI writes a story about love, loss, and waiting? In this post, I explore a quieter, more human side of AI creativity through a story called The Waiting Room.
Most of the AI stories I’ve shared so far have been short, 100-word Drabbles with a twist or a spark of dark humour. This week, I wanted to slow down. I asked AI to write something longer, something that felt real rather than clever.
The result surprised me. The Waiting Room isn’t about robots, algorithms, or technology. It’s about people, and the fragile moments that bind us together when life tilts sideways.
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This week, I decided to hand the red pen to the machine. I asked AI not only to write a story but also to critique and rewrite it using its own feedback. Think of it as a creative writing class where the child and the teacher are the same machine, equal parts fascinating and faintly unsettling.
As someone who’s spent a lifetime teaching others to think critically, I wanted to see what happens when the critic and the creator merge. Could an AI recognise emotion, clichés, and rhythm in its own writing, or would it just reshuffle words?
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The AI Grandad 