Adding AIDungeon prompts

Archiveprompts/Input_Enhancer_2021-07-13T19_19_55.841Z.story

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Archiveprompts/Prose_Enhancer_-_Past_Tense_1st_2021-07-13T19_20_37.875Z.story

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I turned to the side and retched, frothy yellow bile spilling out onto the newspaper covered floor, filling the room with the putrid stench of previously ingested alcohol.\n\nInput: The Captain’s wife played the harp.\nOutput: The Captain’s wife played the harp; she had very long arms, silver as eels on those nights, and armpits as dark and mysterious as sea urchins; and the sound of the harp was sweet and piercing, so sweet and piercing it was almost unbearable, and we were forced to let out long cries, not so much to accompany the music as to protect our hearing from it.\n\nInput: I was deeply in love with her.\nOutput: The love I felt for her had a capital and provinces, parishes and a Vatican, an orange planet and many sullen moons — it was systemic and it was complete.\n\nInput: I missed the sea.\nOutput: The salt smell of the ocean, sharp and steady, called to me from the window. Looking out, I saw my sisters, the waves, beckoning me with their white arms.\n\nInput: We enjoyed the springtime.\nOutput: We were all a little drunk with spring, like the fat bees reeling from flower to flower, and a strange insurrectionary current ran among us.\n\nInput: I saw the oasis ahead.\nOutput: I could smell the oasis before I saw it. The liquid in the air. The rustle of things. Palms and bridles. 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