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?