Writing Prompt

Tis the drumroll into the doom scroll, Sire.

The anticipation of having to sing for one's supper, post the most engaging fool's riddle that pleases the Court in the Castle of Algorithm. Thy factions battle with symbols and are sworn to their ancestors' hatreds while the sun riseths anew with plenitude for the hungry just beyond the walls of the freeway over yonder. In another life, my parents- w...

Ooga booga, what life mean?

Ugg oog, where do me belong?

Me just a cog in da machine.

What da point in being strong?

I just a thoughtful caveman.

Pounding me chest and wonder

“Am i only one in da clan

That think life a blunder?”

Lonely i am. I see da stars;

They happy and have each other.

We divided by screens of ours

But we suppose to be brother....

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Ye can call us what ye will, the wee folks, the fae, it dunno matter we won’t come anyways. We hail from the old country of course you know. Some live under bridges and tell riddles or spin straw into gold to buy more straw or some such nonsense. We call those types of brownies freckin’ idiots. We are miners. Ores or gems, we dig in the earth and she gives us her treasures.

That is why we took pit...

Is thou writing this

Simply for thy daily streak?

No, what profound cheek!...

l...

Who speaks, with such a sharp tongue, and not get cut

The hasty spew that you brew, without even a sore gut

We eat and dine, and we may shoot an arrow or two

Pick up your weapon, breath and aim, and then it flew

Give to they poor, and steal from thy filthy, ungrateful, rich

That is my saying to thee, as I ride and climb without a hitch

Arrows and apples, are part of our garden Forrest game

Do...

We all chose to keep and remember our childhood, and if it is true that all children have had a childhood, not all of them remember it the same.

For me, my childhood consisted on watching Sofia The First, Henry the hunglemonster and crying because I didn’t get the doll I wanted, I faked being asleep in the car that way my parents carried me to my room. Why isn’t like that for all of the kids? Why ...

Where was it? My cosynalie.

I chaungide alle chayeris, and Y foond no thing, my nyyt was spoond, as my cheris weren wont to be coold. I diggide my britheren, and I fond sad fame.

It hadde been delayed by a wowke.

My conseil spoppeth, I putte on a janglere reyn....

“Have ye seen the devil boxes?”

“Aye! What evil conjured up those traps?!”

“Traps! What a fitting description that!”

“Cuz they are traps! They trap one’s soul!”

“Aye that they do. I pity the youngins’ glued to them boxes. Lured by the devil himself while their souls and minds rot…”

“Quite right, pity that.”

“And what of this ethereal web carrying knowledge? Surely you see good in that?”

“Go...