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 Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, 1st person, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
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+<B>GENERATION 1:</B>
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+The sky scraper swayed, creaking like an ancient shipwrecked hulks' bones groaning in a Category Five hurricane. I gasped as I stared out the shattered window in front of me - my office was on the 21st floor.
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+A blinding flash seared my retinas before the sickening pop-boom-crack concussive wave surged through me, sending my chair careening into the credenza behind. I barely had time to register the crunching impact as shards of splintered wood and flying debris showered me.
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+Bloodstains bloomed on my white blouse like abstract Impressionist canvases. Her blood. Or his? I couldn't tell anymore in this hellish nightmare. The acrid stench of charred flesh seared my nostrils, along with the metallic reek of charred meat and burning rubber.
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+My mind spun in a maelstrom of terror as the cacophony of deafening screams, splintering glass, and keening steel shrieks assaulted my eardrums. The building shuddered around me like a dying titan's final convulsions.
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+As I clawed frantically at my own face through the sticky mess coating it - blood? vomit? bile? - I registered the contorted features of my coworker, Jen, plastered against the opposite side of the blown-out pane. Her bulging eyes bulged even wider as her tongue lolled out in a permanently frozen scream.
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+"JESUS CHRIST!" I howled, before being choked off by the searing heat and blinding orange-yellow inferno billowing through the shattered window frame. The scorching flames licked at my singed hair like some sadistic demon's hellish tongue.
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+My mind reeled as I frantically clawed at my face again, trying to scrape away the gore - her flesh? her eyes? - stuck to my cheeks and forehead. Jen's lifeless body crumpled into a twisted heap on the floor between me and the inferno.
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+The floor buckled beneath me like molten Play-Doh as another deafening boom jarred through the structure, sending more of the office’s contents hurtling down the elevator shafts like a deranged pendulum. The building groaned like an dying beast in terminal agony.
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+I shoved my chair away from the inferno's searing edge, crab-crawling desperately toward the relative safety of the intact wall opposite. My vision tunneled into a strobe-lit hell as I clawed at the linoleum floor, desperate to gain any purchase before another chunk of falling debris pulverized me.
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+My right hand finally found purchase on the cold, unforgiving tile beneath my bloodied palm. My left arm was trapped - pinned beneath Jen's charred corpse, her burned femur jammed through my bicep like a medieval torture stake.
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+The searing heat from the inferno scorched my face and arms as I fought to wriggle free. A bone-jarring impact jarred me again, sending another cascade of falling debris hurtling towards me like a payload of Molotov cocktails.
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+Jen's charred, blackened hand spasmed against mine, her fingers locked around my own like the talons of some vengeful banshee in my last glimpse of sanity before my world disintegrated into an apocalyptic inferno.
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+<B>GENERATION 2 (same prompt):</b>
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 I gasped, my blood running cold as ice as the skyscraper swayed beneath me. I clutched the edge of my desk, my knuckles white with terror. 
 
 The window in front of me shattered like fragile glassware dropped from a hundred stories high. The deafening boom reverberated through every inch of my office like an artillery blast.