Turned off to his world, his mind becomes stuck in between the place he lived and the fantasy one he created. The rapid palpitations of his heart's emotional song signify his indifference. Remembering the promises he made to himself, he wouldn't bow or break this time. Yet, there he was on the cusp of no return. How could he be so dependent? He looked down sadly into the darkness. Thinking to himself, how ten minutes felt like an eternity. There it was again in his hands, he couldn't let it go, it was his escape from the mundane. With a deep remorse, yet a orgasmic feeling of relief, he powered on his iPhone.
We are so dependant on these things now, that if ever the power goes out or the net is switched off, you will see the worlds streets filled with zombies just tapping away with question mark eyebrows on and adults having temper tantrums. No work would ever be done again and we would all end up living back in caves.
Great twist as usual Francis.Superb.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Haha Thank you!
10 Years Ago
It's funny how we have 'progressed' in a way that is actually detrimental to the continuation of our.. read moreIt's funny how we have 'progressed' in a way that is actually detrimental to the continuation of our own race. Its easy to ignore it though with a phone constantly infront of our faces. At least if we returned to the caves we'd be living in a non-slave like sustainable fashion again, as opposed to this ticking time bomb of a system we live by right now.
You hit the nail on the head, which by the way, really hurts as truth often does but ... who or what will really be the victor especially when we get tired of the next best thing? ...Excellent quandary, excellent write.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
I know, it has so many benefits but sometimes I wonder at what cost. Thank you for your thought and .. read moreI know, it has so many benefits but sometimes I wonder at what cost. Thank you for your thought and for reading my story.
I find it amazing how we've all become so dependent on machines to keep us occupied. I often wonder myself if I'm doing something unhealthy just by looking at my laptop every night. This story is sad. It relates the need for an escape from realism, possibly through contact with others in a way that could never have been imagined decades before.
Writing for fun, writing for release, writing for escape. sometimes poetic, sometimes whimsical, sometimes erotic, but always means something to me. more..