AI in Prose

A Christmas Connection: Story by ChatGPT and Me

March 15th was a big day for a humankind - GPT-4 was released. New family of neurogenerative tools for both text and images offer us unprecedented productivity when putting our ideas to life. Here is a short story we wrote together with ChatGPT, illustrated by Stable Diffusion

You may have heard a story of Ammaar Reshi, who created a book of children’s stories Alice and Sparkle literally over a weekend, from the idea to releasing it on Amazon, by using ChatGPT and Midjourney. I wanted to repeat his success, and started experimenting myself.


by Dmitry Soshnikov and ChatGPT

There was a man named Jack who lived in a large apartment building in the heart of the city. He had lived there for many years, but over time, his health had declined and he was no longer able to walk well. As a result, he was confined to his apartment and rarely left the house.

Despite being surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the city, Jack often felt lonely. His only company was the view of the other apartment buildings across the street. Every day, he would sit by the window and watch the comings and goings of the people in the windows across the way.

Every Sunday, Jack’s daughter, Sarah, would come to visit him. She would bring food and supplies to make sure her father had everything he needed. They would spend the day talking and catching up on all the happenings of the week.

As the years went by, Jack’s health continued to deteriorate, and he became increasingly isolated in his apartment. But every Sunday, Sarah’s visits brought him a small ray of sunshine and gave him something to look forward to. Despite his loneliness, Jack was grateful for the love and care his daughter showed him.

One day, as Jack was sitting by the window as he often did, he noticed a young woman in the window across the street.

The young woman was a beautiful sight to behold. She had long, flowing hair that was the color of rich, dark chocolate. It cascaded down her back in waves, and she often wore it loose, letting it flow freely around her shoulders.

She had a slender, petite frame, and her skin was smooth and flawless, with a warm, golden hue. Her eyes were a deep, chocolate brown, and they seemed to sparkle with life and intelligence.

As Jack watched the young woman through the window across the street, he became increasingly curious about her. He noticed that she often carried a camera with her and spent a lot of time at her computer, editing photos.

One day, he decided to ask his daughter, Sarah, about the young woman. Sarah told him that she was a talented photographer and that she had heard about her work through her own connections in the photography community.

Jack was intrigued by this new information, and he found himself even more drawn to the young woman. He loved looking at the photos she took, and he enjoyed trying to guess where she had been and what she had been photographing on any given day.

As he watched her work, he began to understand just how talented and dedicated she was to her craft. He admired her passion and drive, and he found himself feeling a deep sense of respect for her.

Jack had not been outside in so long, and the world beyond his apartment seemed like a distant memory. But through the young woman’s photos, he was able to catch glimpses of the beauty and life that existed outside his window.

Every night, Jack would eagerly await the young woman’s return to her window so he could see the photos she had taken that day. They provided him with a window to the world outside, and he found solace in the beauty and wonder they captured.

One day, as Jack was sitting by the window as he often did, he saw the young woman across the street staring directly at him. She looked at him intently, as if trying to make sense of who he was and what he was doing. Jack felt a little self-conscious under her gaze, wondering if she had noticed him watching her all this time. But before he could think too much about it, the woman stood up and walked over to the table nearby. She picked up her camera and slowly raised it to her eye.

Jack’s heart raced as he realized that the young woman was going to take a photo of him. He wasn’t sure how to react, and he felt a little embarrassed. But before he could do anything, the woman snapped the photo and then smiled at him.

Feeling a little flustered, Jack quickly turned away from the window. But when he looked back a moment later, the woman was still there, smiling at him and holding up the camera in a friendly gesture. Jack felt his heart race at the unexpected interaction, and a warmth spread through his chest. He couldn’t believe that the beautiful young woman had noticed him and had taken the time to acknowledge him in this way.

The next morning, Jack woke up feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. As he sat by the window, he found himself looking across the street at the young woman’s window, wondering if she would appear. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the woman appeared in the window. She looked directly at Jack and smiled, and then slowly raised her camera to her eye. Jack felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that she was going to take another photo of him.

The woman snapped the photo and then waved at Jack before disappearing from the window. Jack felt a sense of joy and excitement at the unexpected interaction, and he found himself looking forward to the next morning’s ritual.

From then on, every morning, Jack would wake up to find the young woman looking at him from across the street. She would take a photo of him, and then wave and smile before disappearing from the window.

For Jack, these daily interactions with the young woman became a source of joy and connection. He looked forward to them every day, and they brought a sense of hope and happiness to his otherwise lonely existence. As the holiday season approached, the city outside Jack’s window began to transform. The streets were lined with twinkling lights and festive decorations, and the air was filled with the sounds of carolers and the smell of freshly baked cookies.

From his window, Jack could see the other apartment buildings across the street, each adorned with their own unique holiday decorations. There were wreaths on doors, strings of lights hanging from windows, and brightly lit Christmas trees visible in many of the apartments.

As he looked out at the festive scenes, Jack couldn’t help feeling a sense of nostalgia and longing. He had always loved the holiday season, and he missed the sense of togetherness and warmth that it brought. Despite his loneliness, Jack tried to stay positive and focus on the joy of the season. He spent his days sitting by the window, watching the twinkling lights and festive decorations, and letting the holiday spirit lift his spirits.

As Christmas Eve approached, Jack found himself feeling more and more isolated. He knew that his daughter, Sarah, would be spending the evening with her boyfriend, and he couldn’t help feeling a sense of sadness at the thought of spending the holiday alone.

On Christmas morning, Jack woke up feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. As he was preparing his breakfast, he heard an unexpected bell at the door. He got up, feeling a little curious, and walked over to answer it.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find no one there. But on the doorstep, he saw a beautifully decorated present wrapped in colorful paper. Jack’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he couldn’t wait to see what was inside.

He carefully picked up the present and brought it back to his apartment, setting it down on the table with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Jack thought that the present must be from Sarah. He felt a rush of gratitude and appreciation, and he couldn’t wait to see what she had gotten him for the holiday.

He sat down and carefully unwrapped the paper, revealing a beautiful book filled with photographs that the young woman from across the street had taken of him. She had captured him in different moments, sitting by the window and looking out at the world beyond.

Tears of joy sprang to Jack’s eyes as he realized that this was a gift from the young woman. He felt a sudden rush of gratitude and appreciation, and he couldn’t believe that she had thought of him on this special day.

As he sat there, looking at the beautiful photographs and feeling a sense of connection and joy, Jack knew that this would be a Christmas he would always treasure.

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