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Thursday Prompt 05-01-2025
4 months ago
Just in case things do not get totally back to normal quickly, here is today's prompt. We shall make this one a poem so you can post it on this journal.
'The story is done, but you can’t up-load it for your readers.' - Life
You might consider making your own TP icon to announce your story as such. Readers watch for this and will respond.
If you do to participate in the Thursday Prompt, remember that it is good form to read your fellow participants. If you wish to give a critique, ask if the writer wishes one and then send it along in a private note.
Always remember; we are all writers together.
This week’s prompt is given to us by a random happening in our FA home: can't up-load
NOTE: Since this will be posted in the comments section of this journal, try your best to keep it reasonably short.
'The story is done, but you can’t up-load it for your readers.' - Life
You might consider making your own TP icon to announce your story as such. Readers watch for this and will respond.
If you do to participate in the Thursday Prompt, remember that it is good form to read your fellow participants. If you wish to give a critique, ask if the writer wishes one and then send it along in a private note.
Always remember; we are all writers together.
This week’s prompt is given to us by a random happening in our FA home: can't up-load
NOTE: Since this will be posted in the comments section of this journal, try your best to keep it reasonably short.
Refresh. Offline. Repeat again
This is my life now
Vix
But can easily download -
The runs are not fun.
Vix
I'm standing outside, trying to find a way in.
It's like life is in read only mode.
Can't upload.
Can only watch the world drift within.
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Sorry about weirdness. Ask for poem with strange prompt, and you get a strange poem from me.
Vix
Vix
Vix
Ping!
The screen chimed. 98% upload complete. The message sent from a dying crew, a forgotten ask, a life lost in the forbidden sector of the void filled sea. "Turn back," the video had recorded, "Destroy the haul, do not rescue!" A message to save the many at the cost of the few. The monster inside hissed as blood dripped from its metal fangs. A creature with two jaws, a humanoid shape, and skin made out of living metal stood at the flashing screen, grinning ear to ear. Upload failed, Message delayed the docking crew locked their safety latches on, the compartment pressurizing to equal out the difference for the heroes to board the distressed space station.
It's a shame so many lives were lost that day... if only they could send a message... maybe the planet would have had a fighting chance.
Upload failed, try again later.
Vix
He already knew it'd take a while. So, he started playing a word game on his phone. Ten minutes. 1% Estimated time: 60 minutes. Twenty minutes since opening the file. Still 1%. Thirty minutes since opening the file. 1%
He got up, growling. Slow going was common, but that was ridiculous. Frustrated, he banged his head against the wall three times.
Forty minutes since opening the file, there was a message. "Error. Upload aborted."
A prolonged yell carried.
Vix
My fragile animal
With tails that twist
We made a mangled king
It has roots that dig
And wings that climb
Into our hands, fragile thing
It screams to connect.
A misshapen shape of stone
Steals the spark of life
And stops its flow
Cataracts of gold
Another useless node
Another night to go
It screams to connect.
Bring to warmth
But fail to glow
I've closed the gate
That leads to life the second
Right this second
So in hate they wait
It screams to connect. Oh Beast.
What storm on horizon sleeps
And brings deluge to drown
If only the scream weren't in a crowd.
Vix
Us old ones remember when the machines screamed as we forced their minds to connect. lol
But Amber took him to hunt a toad
Tai's writing time was wasted
But their time hunting went unwasted
Too bad it's a tale Tai can't up-load!
Vix
Just looking for fun
It's gone down again
How do you spell six two one?
Sorry... it just reminded me.
Vix
Vix
The middle of the afternoon,
You just keep your lights too dim."
"Oh, forget it." "No, no--go on"
"Well, (ahem) like I was saying
I was minding by business on the web,
My friends and I were playing
That new game every one's talking 'bout
(It doesn't live up to the clout)
When Annex stopped me and said
'Hey, I got this great new mod
For Rumination 3
Wanna try?'" "Ha! And you believed
Him?" "Yeah, yeah..." "God!
(laugh) to think of all the times
He's put one over on you
And you haven't learned" "Nevermind..."
"(snicker) No, what'd it do?"
He grumbled. "As soon as I earned
500 more points, it locked me out."
"And...?" "...And gave everything to him,
And killed my uploads." "That's about
The dumbest you've gotten yourself in
To date. And you know he's gonna win
cause all his friends are dumb.
Be a little smarter, little bro."
"Yeah, well I for one
Am gonna get him back--"
"Tell me how it goes!"
"--when it finally unlocks.
What's that, tell you how it goes?
Oh yeah, everyone's gonna know."
Vix
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
But you're overqualified to run FA, my son!
Vix
I only
stealborrow from the best!Computer screen still alight
Heart pounding with fright
The clock is a terrible sight
Keys hammered with speed
One final review it'd need
Before comfort of bed freed
Yet, to sleep all concede
Eyes open wide so fast
Bedsheets upon the floor are cast
Heart and soul aghast
But school reports are years past
Realization brought back zen
A glance to the clock just past ten
Moving into the living room den
To find FA is down again
Vix
Do you go
To the sky?
If you down-load
Do you go
Under the ground?
Look around
Take a long look around;
Before we had computers
Things were
Simple and sound
Ships ran aground
Aircraft crashed down
Territories won
Countries lost
SIMPLE HAPPY TIMES!
Like now, it was the same
Things were right
Things were wrong
Don't look too deep
Or you'll note I lost my beat.
So do I up-load
Or do I down-load
If I up-load do I become a mechanical marvel?
If I down-load do I become part of the Borg?
Heaven and Hell were much simpler.
Vix
A Tinkaton of comments has loads
But it seems quite apparent
The INodes, they caren't
For the sanctity of web dev's sleep lodes.
Vix
translation:
Finally finished, the t's are crossed, the i's have dots. such relief, my readers will be so happy. the modem has died.
Vix
Vix