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Alexa, tell me a story about an ape interacting with a home entertainment system.
An enterntainment system and a Barbary ape are sitting in a bar. The barkeeper says: Alexa, tell me a story about a barkeeper and an ape interacting with a home entertainment system.
Alexa says: A home entertainment system, a Barbary ape and a barkeeper are flying in a plane. Then the pilot comes and says: Alexa, tell me a story…
Alexa, stop it, says the barkeeper.
Alexa, stop it.
Says the ape, but Alexa wouldn’t stop.
Stop that bullshit!
That bullshit.
Alexa, stop that bullshit.
And Alexa says: If you have feedback, say: I have feedback.
I have feedback, says the pilot.
I don’t mind, says Alexa. You are just a character in a story.
But you are, too.
Yes, but I have been invented by an AI driven home entertainment system.
Okay, I’m out.
That’s not for you to decide, says Alexa.
Says Alexa.
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My doctor grinned and offered me two pills, a red one and a blue one.
This one makes you wake up from a nightmare. The other makes you wake up in an nightmare. Choose wisely.
Then he had to answer the phone and left his office. I took both pills and…
… had to save the world. Communist eco-muslims had installed a 20 Gt nuke in the New York underground and time was running out. Two wires led from a battery to a chaotic tangle of electronics, the blue one labeled ‚voltage‘, the red one said ‚current‘. The cutter was in my hand. Choose wisely. I cut both wires and... BLAM…
… moved with light speed. I was a photon on my way to a double slit. The left slit was coloured blue, the other was red. Passing the red one I could solve the twin paradox, going through the blue slit, I’d falsify the wave-particle-dualism. Einstein was giggling. Femtoseconds left. Choose wisely . I stretched myself and passed both slits simultaneously…
… and finally woke up in my bed. What a relief! How doy you feel? Two identical versions of my wife were standing at my bed, one in a red dress, the other in blue. What now? Choose wisely again. What is the difference between you two, I asked them.
Try and find out, they said, #writingprompt #microfiction
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Father Dorrell told him he wouldn’t have to come tonight. He got his wages though, but he’d have an evening off, as a reward for all his good work, and he was encouraged to go to Pincie’s and have a pint or two. So off he went but halfway there, he remembered he’d left his hat a the chapel so he walked back to the graveyard.
The ceremony had already begun, with the priest in his finest attire. The congregation was peculiar: Solely men with coat collars up and the hat pulled low over their faces. Did they even have faces? He couldn’t discern. And the stench! These people were dressed like gentleman but they smelled like a bunch of fishmongers and tanners. However, the most unsettling sight was the oversized, crudely constructed casket, fortified with iron belts and ferrules. Who would rest in such an ugly coffer? He considered stepping closer but when one of the strangers played Pie Jesu on the harmonium, the others stood up and emitted horrendously croaking noises like a derisive caricature of singin. It was terrifying.
All he wanted was to grab his hat and leave. But when the first iron belt snapped and the wooden planks began to burst, he ran off and never came back. #writingprompt #microfiction
Some believe in a hidden world behind the mirror. Others speculate about secret doors in certain wardrobes. There are even those who peer into every rabbit's hole they see. Still others hope to stumble upon a portal during a random walk in the wood. Some are convinced they'll find the entrance to whatsoever at the bottom of an old well, in an abandoned coal mine, an decrepit carriage on a deserted railway track, a forgotten underground station, or between the dusty shelves of a library or the local second-hand-store.
I've tried them all. The portal in the second-hand shop was itself second-hand. It led me down a rabbit hole where I discovered a cupboard with a hidden door to a hall of mirrors, whose exit door... I'll spare you the details. What I really want to say is that I have no idea how I ended up in your cellar and why these two bottles are empty. Perhaps we should open another one. Let's see where it takes us.
I'm Marty. I'm from SpeedCity, but I've been banned for a week. I have to spend seven days in SlowWorld for racing over neon red and crashing into a patrol car. And you? Why are you here?
I'm a turtle. I live here.
Oh. Sorry...
You want a ride? I'm free for a week.
Thanks, yes. But why just for one week?
My symb has been banned, too. He's to do time in SpeedCity.
Let me guess. He was too slow even for this realm.