- The show
" i forgot to tell ai what instrument he used :P "
Bart had always been passionate about music. He spent most of his free time practicing his trumpet, and his hard work paid off when he made it into the school's prestigious middle school band. But Bart had bigger aspirations - he wanted to show off his talents to the entire school.
When the school announced its annual talent show, Bart knew he had to sign up. He spent weeks perfecting his act, a trumpet solo of his favorite song, "Take Five." He practiced in front of his family, his friends, and even his mirror, making sure he had every note just right.
Finally, the day of the talent show arrived. Bart's stomach was filled with butterflies as he took the stage. He adjusted his trumpet, took a deep breath, and began to play. The music flowed from his instrument like magic, filling the auditorium with the lively rhythms of jazz.
The audience was wowed by Bart's performance. They clapped along to the music, cheering him on as he played with confidence and precision. When he finished, the crowd erupted into applause, whistling and shouting for more.
But Bart wasn't the only talented student in the show. There were singers, dancers, magicians, and even a kid who did a backflip off the stage. The competition was fierce, and Bart knew he had to wait and see how the judges would score him.
As the judges deliberated, Bart sat nervously in the wings, his heart pounding in his chest. He had given it his all, but he knew that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, things just don't go your way.
Finally, the emcee took the stage to announce the winners. Bart held his breath as the emcee announced the third-place winner, a singer who had performed a beautiful rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." Then, the emcee announced the second-place winner, a dancer who had performed an incredible hip-hop routine.
Bart's heart sank. He thought for sure he was going to win, but now it seemed like he was going to go home empty-handed. But then, the emcee announced the grand prize winner...
"Bart, the trumpet player, with his incredible performance of 'Take Five'!"
The auditorium erupted into cheers and applause once again as Bart made his way to the stage to accept his prize. He was overjoyed, beaming with pride as he held up his trophy.
Bart's parents were in the audience, and they were beaming with pride too. They had always known that Bart was talented, but this was the icing on the cake. They took pictures with him, hugged him, and congratulated him on his big win.
As Bart walked off the stage, he was met with congratulations from his friends and classmates. They all told him how amazing he was, and how they knew he was going to win. Bart felt like he was on top of the world, and he knew that this was just the beginning of his musical journey.
The next day, Bart's picture was in the school newspaper, holding up his trophy and smiling from ear to ear. He was hailed as a hero, and his trumpet solo was talked about for weeks to come.
But Bart didn't let all the attention go to his head. He remained humble and kind, always willing to lend a helping hand or offer words of encouragement to his fellow students. He knew that he had worked hard to get where he was, and he was grateful for the opportunity to share his talents with the world.
As the school year drew to a close, Bart looked back on his experience in the talent show with pride. He had faced his fears, pushed himself to be his best, and come out on top. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always be able to overcome them, as long as he had his trumpet by his side.
The middle school band director, Mrs. Johnson, was also thrilled with Bart's win. She had seen him grow and improve over the year, and she knew that he had the potential to go far. She encouraged him to keep practicing, to keep pushing himself to be the best he could be.
And Bart did just that. He continued to practice his trumpet, honing his skills and perfecting his craft. He played in the school band, in local jazz bands, and even started his own group with some friends. Music became a bigger and bigger part of his life, and he knew that he owed it all to that one moment on stage, when he won the grand prize in the school talent show.
Years later, when Bart looked back on his time in middle school, he would remember that talent show as a turning point. It was the moment when he realized that he had the power to make his dreams come true, as long as he was willing to work hard and take risks. And he would always be grateful for that experience, and for the music that had brought him so much joy and success.
- Rotten to the core
The small town of Willow Creek was known for its lush orchards and bountiful harvests. But amidst the picturesque landscape, a sense of unease settled over the residents. It started with small things: a missing child's toy, a torn page from a book, a faint scratching noise in the dead of night. At first, no one suspected a thing. That was until the apples began to change.
At first, it was just one apple. A lone Granny Smith, left behind in the orchard after the harvest. It sat on the ground, its skin slowly turning a sickly shade of green. The farmer, Old Man Jenkins, noticed it one morning and thought nothing of it. But as the days passed, the apple began to... shift. Its skin wrinkled and puckered, like the face of a corpse. The stem began to twist and contort, like a snake slithering through the grass.
People started to whisper about the apple. Some said it was cursed, others that it was possessed. But no one suspected the truth. The apple was not just changing - it was becoming something else.
One fateful night, a group of teenagers decided to explore the abandoned orchard. They laughed and joked, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the trees. That was when they saw it. The apple, now a grotesque parody of its former self, sat on the ground, its skin a mass of pulsing, green flesh.
As they approached, the apple began to twitch. It convulsed, its stem thrashing back and forth like a whip. The teenagers froze, paralyzed with fear. And then, in a voice that was both ancient and evil, the apple spoke.
"Feed... me..."
The words sent shivers down their spines. The teenagers turned to run, but it was too late. The apple began to rise, its skin splitting open like a wound. A dark, viscous liquid spilled out, and the teenagers stumbled backward, tripping over each other in their haste to escape.
But one of them, a quiet, reserved girl named Sarah, was not so lucky. As she turned to flee, the apple's stem reached out, ensnaring her ankle like a snake. She screamed as the apple began to pull her back, its grip tightening like a vice.
The next morning, the townsfolk found Sarah, her eyes vacant, her skin deathly pale. She was catatonic, unable to speak or move. And beside her, the apple sat, its skin now a dull, grayish hue. The stem had returned to its normal shape, but the damage was done.
As the days passed, Sarah began to change. Her skin turned a sickly shade of green, and her eyes took on a milky, white hue. She began to shuffle and lurch, like a puppet on a string. The townsfolk realized, to their horror, that Sarah had become a zombie.
But she was not alone. The apple, now a twisted, pulsing mass, continued to exert its influence. It began to spread its dark, viscous liquid, infecting the other apples in the orchard. Soon, the entire town was overrun with zombie apples, their skin gray and decaying, their stems twisting and writhing like snakes.
The residents of Willow Creek were forced to flee, leaving behind their homes and their livelihoods. The town was abandoned, left to rot like the apples that had destroyed it. And in the center of it all, the original apple sat, its skin a mass of pulsing, green flesh, its stem reaching out like a malevolent hand.
The mystery of the zombie apple was never solved. Some said it was a curse, others a scientific experiment gone wrong. But one thing was certain: the apple had unleashed a horror beyond comprehension, a horror that would haunt the town of Willow Creek for generations to come.
Years later, when the town was finally safe to return to, the residents found a strange, twisted tree growing in the center of the abandoned orchard. Its branches were shaped like grasping fingers, its trunk twisted and gnarled. And at its base, a single apple sat, its skin a dull, grayish hue. The stem was still, but the residents knew that it was only a matter of time before the apple began to twitch, to pulse, and to spread its dark, viscous liquid once more.
The zombie apple had not been defeated. It had simply been waiting, biding its time until it could unleash its horror upon the world once again.