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mit almdudler
den underberg runter
#haiku #poetry #popliteratur
#senryusunday #vss365 #descent
#2wordprompt #sff
#scifaikusaturday
#waleshaikujournal #green
#dailyhaikuprompt #mountain
#haikuchallenge #berg
#inkmine #wash down
#nineperfectstrangers2 #hbp88
published in sommergras
june 2025
2 daggers crossed
#LuaViEr #hbp88 #UnchainedSymphonies
K Killed by Their Invention
N needlessly giving N2
I imagined wisdom
F Flawed trust N
E Evocations* of the grandiose
*the act of bringing an image to the conscious mind.
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#writingprompt #poetry #acrostic #sadstory
@halfbakedprompts.bsky.social #hbp88 Otto and his crew were at the ready. They were anxious to get out in the deeper waters of the Atlantic. It was time to get the halibut. The Silver Star belched and rocked on the choppy water as it left the bay. For now, it was coffee time. 1/3
“What is happening to my love?”
“Iocane poisoning.”
“How can that be? He spent years building up immunity to iocane.”
“How long ago?”
“Less than 8 years-but he lost some years to a machine…”
“Iocane stays in your system. Losing immunity so quickly is unlikely, but… not inconceivable.”
#hbp88 again
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Inspired by the writing prompt dialogue suggestion of ‘killed by their own invention,’ I ended up creating an absurdly funny pet store adventure that didn’t go quite as planned… :)
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Vorzod waved his tendrils. “Toqex! Don't touch anything!”
“It's just a #button,” his pilot shrugged.
After a cursory trek ‘round the sphere, its ruined landscape spoke tragic volumes.
Vorzod sighed. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛; 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡.
#hbp88 #vssdaily
Silence. Then all the sounds in the universe. Silence again. A purposeful silence.
The lab was empty when Ava came in for her evening shift minding the reactor. Not a pin was out of place; unusual when the doctor, with his confident disregard for protocol, had been fiddling with his machine.
#hbp88
Ageless, omniscient: He saw, and continued to see, that His creation was good.
And it came to pass that His creation, endlessly changing, had somehow brought forth an Other.
He reached out to understand, and then to prevent, but it was too late. The Other spoke:
“LET THERE NOT BE—“
#hbp88
I hope creative writing can keep our spirits up in the challenging times ahead!
(As an ex-HG pilot I packed my own reserve 'chute years ago. But whether it would have opened... who knows!)
#hbp88 #writers #writingprompt #vss365 #franzreichelt #writingcommunity #france #eiffeltower #basejumping
"Okay, look; it's going to work this time."
"This time?!"
"Law of averages, right?"
"Great, so a coin toss is going to decide this?"
"A very well calculated coin toss."
"Maybe we should go over the list of inventors killed by their own inventions again."
"Why do you even keep that list?"
#hbp88
There once was a man quite serene,
Who stepped in his grand time machine.
But Earth doesn’t wait,
It won’t hesitate
Now he’s drifting where Earth had been.
#hbp88
"Don't feel bad, eventually the government is going to be killed by their own invention." Cosmo sipped his beer.
"How soon?" Bailey responded.
"Depends on how wrathful an assassin is. We saw what happened in Tokyo when a coup by Akane took over. Never seen directors that freaked out before." #hbp88
A rusty metal pod stood out of place behind a thicket of evergreen trees, a faded wooden cross nearby.
"This is where they found him, a letter dated 300 years from when he was found, clutched in his hand."
"That's nearly 70 years ago! What happened to him that—Grandma? Where are you!?"
#hbp88
Before the before, no measurements for passing existed. Though the moon glided across our starry darkness, giving way to dawn, forever sleep was only a game flowers played. After the clock’s creation, it all changed. The first Chronologists were killed by their own invention: Time. #writing #hbp88
The shrink ray was alarming, no doubt, It took up half the room in bulk machinery alone. The Inspector felt unease as he watched Dr. Finlay prepare his jumpsuit apparatus for the human test.
"Ready!" Finlay signalled the assistant.
The Inspector shuddered as science died with a comical "pop!"
#hbp88
Thirsty for fresh potable water after a long galactic journey, and seeing a planet nearly bathed in H^2O, extraterrestrials at long last chanced a visit to Earth. There beside a quiet Great Lakes seashore, alone of any other life, they found a sad monument. "Killed by their own invention."
#hbp88
I stepped around her workbench, hand covering my mouth, and despair's cold claws slid deep in my torso. A pool of coagulating blood spread on the floor behind Tia like a black cloak. Twisted steel peeked from a throat that was once so graceful and held my teeth just hours prior.
#hbp88 #SteamPunk
Killed by their own invention,
the clockmakers dissolved
into the marrow of time—
gears grinding their screams
into entropy’s labyrinth.
Eternity, a liar cloaked in precision,
devoured its creators,
leaving only the hushed heartbeat
of dust to measure absence.
#hbp88 #amwriting #writingCommunity
#hbp88
Spew grabbed another Bud Lite and passed it to Ben. "Shame 'bout Tom. Da fuq he die of?"
Ben spat out his chewing tobacco, "that mo-ron tried makin' a land mine outta cow shit."
Spew spewed his beer when he heard, nearly collapsing to the ground in laughter, "Good ol' Tom, we'll miss ya."
Photo: Franz Reichelt, wearing his parachute suit invention, died February 4th 1912. Source: Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Prose/dialogue: Killed by their own invention. #hbp88
