Ring……

Ring …. By Sadje

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It’s a Line Prompt this week.

“Why doesn’t the phone ring stop? I’ve pressed all buttons.”

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It was early morning, way early for anyone to be waking up. But I heard the alarm go off somewhere. Was it mine I wondered?

I looked for my phone. It was lying innocently silent and dark. But the alarm tone kept on ringing every few seconds. It was close by but not too close. Perhaps it was in another room? Maybe one of the kids had left their cell phone with an alarm on in a secret location?

I checked everywhere but found nothing. Except the irritating buzz buzz. I don’t know when I went back to sleep, wondering about that insistent buzzing but when I woke up in the morning, it was all silent.

Phew! Talk about double edge to modern technology. On one hand, it gives us the convenience…

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Final moments

It’s almost dawn, and embers in the fireplace glow in the dark. Spent fuel lends its last bits of energy to the world. I guess you know that the doctors have given up. Else, what could make you tell me all those stories, as if you are rewriting the truth? Tell me … when we’ve … Continue reading Final moments

Critics

I do my best, and leave the restLet Karma go with flowthey wait aroundand make no soundLet Karma go with flow can't believe they can stoop so lowwith their meanness astoundthey look for faultsunlock all vaultswith their meanness astound their only job is to houndspeak a lie, somersaultat the devil's behestthey belie truth, contestspeak a … Continue reading Critics

Award-Worthy

Award worthy ….by Susi Bocks

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Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Stupendous & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #253

Enough already!! What the hell is going on?Why doesn’t the phone ring stop? I’ve pressed all buttons.

Because once you hang up on one, the next one comes in. That happens when you produce somethingstupendous; everyone wants your ear to make the next big deal, feature you, or showcase you for their benefit. Revel in it, darling, for you may end up a one-hit-wonder. There’s been a ton since the beginning of the music industry. You know how this business is—so fickle. So enjoy this while it lasts, and for goodness’ sake, start working on your next hit!

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Let It Ring a Little Longer

Let it ring a little longer …. By Jim Adams

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Why doesn’t the phone ring stop?  I’ve pressed all buttons.  I am waiting in breathless anticipation, and constant desire, but it keeps on beeping, even when there’s no one calling me.  I realize that it beeps when I get new emails, but I think my phone is lonely and just looking for attention, as I hear this beep in spite of the fact that I didn’t get any new texts, emails or voicemail.  What on Earth is my phone trying to tell me?  It’s a royal pain in the ass for me to have to go through all of the settings on every single app to see which one is causing this, but I guess that would be the only way I could figure this out.  I don’t want to have to spend several hours trying to rectify this issue, so for now, I am just going to ignore it.

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New Fangled

New fangled ….by Diana Coombes

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This week’s one liner from https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/10/20/reenas-xploration-challenge-253/ reminded me of something Mum said when she got a set of cordless phones. This was before mobiles. It took her a day before she asked for her old phone back.

“Why doesn’t the phone ring stop? I’ve pressed all buttons.”

‘That’s what makes the noise Grannie,’ Chelsea said, taking hold of her birthday present.

‘Well, it’s a bit stupid, don’t you think. Also, it keeps showing me notifications. Look at this one. I’ve won some sort of lottery, but I haven’t paid for anything. All I need to do is click on this link, and I’ll be a millionaire.’

‘No, Grannie, don’t do that, you’ll get a virus.’

‘No, I’ve had the flu jab, Covid, and pneumonia, I won’t get any virus.’

Chelsea sat by her grandmother, ninety if she was a day, and didn’t quite know how to explain a computer virus…

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #253

Welcome back! PROMPT #253 It's a Line Prompt this week. "Why doesn't the phone ring stop? I've pressed all buttons." Incorporate this line at the beginning, end or anywhere in your piece. There is no restriction on format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #253

Too Late

“You don’t like me because I’m not like you. Take time to understand that I’m different, because I’ve invested a lot of time and effort in being so, in giving a structure to my life that helps in nurturing my own dreams.” Tears well up in my eyes, obstructing further reading of the note. Only … Continue reading Too Late

End of Day

numb to the boneI reflect on stupendous daysdid my life turn aroundor is it only a view? Am I the same personwho woke up with a yawnto smell the coffee,swallowed all venom, shed skin several timesemerged wiserbut a different personat the end of day? So what ifthe venue’s still the sameI’ve traveled thousand mileslong before … Continue reading End of Day

amnesia of the soul

A beautiful piece by Audrine Max

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a lifetime of accummulation
vivid memories of trepidition
sandwiched in between
blissful experiences
adding more shades
and colorful pigmentations
replaying over and over
encountering different characters
worn too many garments
learning too many lessons
but then you choose
to go on for another ride
another trip, another dive
another run for this
game of life
just one more of this-
stupendous earthly sojourn
and all those gained knowledge
must be erased
like a soup of colors
down the drain
for that is the agreement
for wanting to come back
in order to play the game
one more time
in the ticket,
it has been encrypted
amnesia of the soul
that is the one rule
no recollection
forgetting is unlearning
for this is- a reset, a restart
aren’t you happy, you are
a white blank slate
no colors, no dots
but once again free
to become
who you are.

©A.max…

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