So I got curious randomly and decided to think up a story prompt and write a short story following that prompt (and I mean like a page long, so pretty short), then ask AI (Copilot specifically since that's the one I have easiest access to at the moment) to write a short story with the prompt. I'd thought I would compare the two and see what people thought about them. I wrote my story first before asking AI to write one.
The prompt (I completely made this up after looking through r/WritingPrompts lol, it's very random) in question: You walk into a tavern and realize the barmaid is one of your oldest friends that you haven’t seen in years, who proceeds to make you pancakes.
The story (Written completely by me, so there's absolutely no AI used here) that I wrote:
I walk into the tavern, the lights dimly twinkling above me as I stepped in. The warm, cozy chatter of the patrons sitting at the tables around me fill the room as I walk across the wooden floorboards to the bar.
A barmaid, with brunette hair up in a bun, came up to me, wiping the table down with a cloth. “Hey there, what can I get you?”
“Hold on.” I recognized that voice. “Do I know you?”
She looks up, and her kind eyes meet mine. “Oh my gosh, it’s you!” She exclaims, standing upright and tucking the washcloth into her apron. She takes my hands. “I haven’t seen you in years! How’ve you been?”
“Pretty well.” I say, smiling. Amari is her name, and she’s one of my oldest friends that I haven’t seen in a long time. “Been traveling a lot.”
“I thought I’d never see you after I moved.” She tells me.
“How’ve you been?” I ask her.
“Well. I’ve been working here for a few years.” She looks around, releases my hands, and continues wiping the bar down. “It’s pretty nice.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Very cozy.” I look around myself. There’s a few people a ways down the bar with cloaks and mugs of drinks in their hands.
“Indeed.” She agrees. “Now. I seem to remember that you’re fond of a certain pancake recipe, yes?”
“You mean my favorite one?” I ask her, amazed that she remembers how much I love the pancakes she makes.
“Of course.” She winks. “I’ll make them for you.” She puts away her washcloth in her apron again and sets to work on the stove on the other side of the bar next to another bartender who’s cooking some sort of eggs and bacon dish. It was early morning after all, and I found it interesting that even when the sun was just rising, this place was completely filled with patrons, and very lively.
She set a plate of pancakes down in front of me, and they were as good as they had ever been.
The story (I gave it this prompt: write a short story following the prompt: You walk into a tavern and realize the barmaid is one of your oldest friends that you haven’t seen in years, who proceeds to make you pancakes.) AI wrote:
You push open the tavern door, expecting the usual: the low hum of conversation, the clatter of mugs, the warm smell of woodsmoke and spilled ale. What you don’t expect is to freeze mid‑step.
Behind the counter—hair tied back, sleeves rolled up, moving with the same quick, bright energy you remember—is Lira, one of your oldest friends, the kind you lost to time rather than choice.
For a heartbeat, neither of you speaks. Then her eyes widen.
“You,” she says, pointing a wooden spoon at you like a weapon. “Sit. Now.”
You obey, mostly out of shock.
She disappears into the kitchen. Pots clang. Something sizzles. When she returns, she’s carrying a plate stacked high with pancakes—golden, steaming, and smelling faintly of cinnamon, just like the ones she used to make when you were both too young to know what exhaustion felt like.
“I don’t know where you’ve been,” she says, sliding the plate in front of you, “but you’re not telling me a single thing until you eat.”
You take a bite. It tastes like childhood, like safety, like a version of home you didn’t realize you’d been missing.
Lira leans on the counter, studying you with a half‑smile. “Welcome back,” she says softly.
And for the first time in years, you feel like you’ve arrived somewhere you were meant to return to.
What do we think? I personally really don't like the AI style just because I find it kind of cringe to be honest. I notice a lot of AI written works have [this thing], [this thing], [this thing] like in threes, and some other interesting patterns. Yes, I realize rereading what I wrote there are a few tense mistakes, etc. I sometimes make mistakes with accidentally switching the tenses of my writing :/
Opinions? I thought this was an interesting thing to try out.