Cell (an acrostic poem)

Captivity can be so confining

Especially when watching the bars

Longing for a way out

Locked into my phone and ignoring the world

 

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A Lonely Hike (a 150 word story)

I stood in the middle of the ruined city and wondered if there were any survivors.  I had been in the mountains when my cell phone suddenly didn’t have any signal.  I didn’t care then.  It was part of the reason I love hiking the Adirondacks.

I figured when I drove to the gas station after my hike that I would check in with my roommate, but there had been still no signal.  The gas station had been empty.  The place was open, but no one was home.  Hell, the lights didn’t work.

I drove empty roads all the way back to my dorm, but I didn’t meet another moving car.  Hell, I didn’t see another human.

Now I stand here and wonder if I was the last person here on Earth.

I begin to hear a rumble from the west.

I am filled with fear.

I run but I…

 

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A Bad Time for a Phone Call

The phone rang on Dr. Michelle Funchess’s desk.  She looked up from the paper she was writing on quantum entanglement theory and picked up the receiver.

“Hello, Dr. Funchess speaking.”

“Yeah, I know.  Look you have to listen to me.”  The voice on the other end sounded exactly like Michelle’s own when she had a cold.

“Okay, is this Jenna?” Michelle asked.  “The voice is pretty good.”

“No.  I am you from twenty-five years in the future.”  Michelle thought about hanging up the phone.  “Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but hear me out.  I know about that time you were with Bobby back in the stacks.”

That took Michelle aback.  Yeah, that happened and she hadn’t told anyone about it, or did she?  There were a couple times she had gotten stupid with her girlfriends, so maybe it had come out?

The voice continued.  “And what about the time you felt guilty swiping that pack of gum from Albert’s Drug Store in fourth grade?  Remember that?”

Michelle smiled at how bad she had felt for weeks until she had “accidently” left like seventy-five cents in the need a penny take a penny tray at the counter.  “You need to do better than that.  If you are me you know I tell lots of stories.  I’m not sure I have a deep dark secret that would prove you are who, or when you claim you are.”

“Damn!” the voice on the other side of the line said.  Michelle could hear a ton of typing on a keyboard.

“Look, there is nothing you can say that will make this hoax work.  If you really know me you know I too much physics to fall for this.”

“One second,” the voice said.  “Ah, there.  Okay, I’ll give you a prediction for your future to make you believe.”

“You’re going to give me the lottery numbers?”

“That would take too long.  What time is it where you are?”

“It’s 2018.”

“Not the year, what time of day?  It’s like 12:30, right?”

“Close.  It’s like 12:46.  What time of crappy time travel do you have there twenty-five years in the future?”

“There are uncertainties, just like the ones you are writing in that paper.”

That stopped Michelle in her tracks.  No one really knew about that.  Well no one around here.  She might have hinted it at the last American Physics Society national conference, but still.  This was quite the scam.

The voice continued.  “It’s going to start raining in exactly three minutes.”

That made Michelle laugh.  They finally overplayed their hand.  She looked outside her large office windows.  “It is perfectly sunny here,” Michelle said.  “There is barely a cloud in the sky.”

“It will rain in the next two minutes and forty seconds.  This will prove I am who I say I am.  I need to hang up now and call back in four minutes.  The energy cost to keep the line is too much to just wait.”  With that the voice on the other side hung up.

Michelle hung up her phone and went back to her computer, but her curiosity wouldn’t stop her from checking the scene outside her window.  As she stared, wondering why someone was trying so hard to get into her head a sun shower began.  Big wet rain drops splattered against her window and her vision to the outside world, and her world in general, became blurry.

The ringing of the phone soon thereafter made her jump in her chair.  She stared at the phone, but didn’t try to pick it up.  She still wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew she didn’t want to know.  Her future self should have known that.  Time must be able to change a person.

Listless (an acrostic poem)

Leaving the house, Brad was determined to do something

It had been too long since he had just acted on instinct

Still he didn’t know where he wanted to go

Too many choices, all of them equally good

Looking at his phone, he had two hours before his date

Enough time to do a lot of different things

So he opened his browser to see what was happening around him

Soon the hours had gone by, and he had never left

 

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Whispers (an acrostic poem)

Waiting to hear your voice again

How is it I can’t remember it

I thought I would never be able to forget

Still I saved your last voicemail

Purposely so I would have at least one part of you with me

Even if it only said something about getting milk, you did say you loved me

Right now I would give anything to hear that again

Should have backed up my phone

 

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Millennial Horror (a 100 word story)

Johan looked down at his silent phone and sighed.  The battery had died, and he had left his charger back in his room.  Johan had a quick idea about texting his roommate to bring him the charger, but then realized that was impossible.  He wanted to call his mom in frustration, but with a dead phone that was a no-no.  Google would probably give him twenty-five alternate ways to power his phone from potatoes and shit like that, but once again no way to do so.  Johan was now an analog outcast in the digital world.  How would he survive?