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The Daily Prompt- Sept 20th

Rules:

1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)

2. You may write in any format you see fit (fiction, non-fiction, poem, song, script, etc.)

3. Post your piece of writing in the comments section of the website to be considered for the ‘Best Of’ section.

 

The Prompt: Access Denied

You believe that the machines in your life are conspiring to ruin you. Convince us you are not crazy.

 

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About Doran Simmons

I'm a writer and a camper and a keeper of fish. I was trained as a flight instructor and work day jobs and write nonsense for public consumption (hopefully).

4 comments on “The Daily Prompt- Sept 20th

  1. The Running Son
    September 20, 2013

    • the̊ ̄Matrix: Uploaded •

    Holy Zion, Neo!

    That was no lump in my throat! I swear I totally felt my soul stutter. It fluttered.
    It was unsettling. Palpitations felt were metal-mouth-green and streaming and arcing me down to my relations and posterity, all caught in the Matrix

    and hovering over apocalyptic worlds
    and quantum events stages,
    and wastelands,
    and faltering nations

    containing soul-sick patients choosing the red pill of cultist underworld vocations making oblations to sages. All caught in limbo. A deja-vu. A symbol. Maybe a download to the Matrix is all that can save you all at this stage of translation. All pills and dots and universal translucence–I get a sense of blue-pill soothing blueness and shiver when I consider the two of us as food-units feeding programs and lost souls, and giving mechanical fools false gold.

    Or feeding earth
    —golden-age industry.
    Or even stardust!
    There’s moon-juice dripping through us

    like a bad seal in the Matrix, bleeding. But It wont harm us, or the little dipper it fills and spills out of. Made me a believer guys, I’m telling you. I went there and it’s true. Because this ain’t no silver-sipping morphine fever, no Morpheus morphing into a courtly jester fever-jesting, or shadow-boxing thin white air.

    Not me.
    I’m newly teething.
    Plugged-in and baby clean
    and neo-lithically pleading to both dream-town and rock-city,

    my two Matrix pocket-worlds disconnected by a phone booth: one of under-land seers, the other up-and-sprung doe-eyed deer,

    both waiting to hear
    about that third world
    please.
    .
    .
    .
    RunningSon
    Written a few months back. In another possible universe time is non-linear. So it’s ok.

  2. Troy
    September 20, 2013

    im not sure how to answer that prompt..

  3. Jaye Louise
    September 21, 2013

    Prompt: Access Denied

    My phone won’t take your calls,
    to spite me,
    and you have to have emailed by now,
    it’s been a week.

    Because I’ve been witness
    to early morning kisses,
    confessions,
    betraying the way that you feel
    and therefore (I swear)
    my phone must just hate me
    for finding something else
    to share my bed
    and whisper into.

    My laptop must be mad,
    now that it’s not the only thing
    that rests on my thighs,
    that fills my hours,
    that keeps me warm at night,
    (at least some of the time).

  4. J. Gabriel Allan
    September 21, 2013

    Dr. Sheldon Cooper made it clear that when the robot revolution begins, ATMs will lead the charge.

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