Scene 1: The Coffee Shop Encounter
[Setting: A bustling coffee shop filled with the faint hum of espresso machines and chatter. Sable, the God of Irony, sits in a corner, staring at their smartphone with furrowed brows. A half-empty latte rests on the table, forgotten in their frustration. Across the room, TXT, the enigmatic mortal, types furiously on their own phone, surrounded by an air of frenetic focus.]
Sable (muttering): "Of course. The God of Irony, undone by a touch screen. Poetic."
[Sable pokes at the phone, only for it to flicker and reboot itself. TXT, noticing their frustration, saunters over, phone in hand.]
TXT (cheerfully): "OMG u good? Lookin like ur phone’s tryna ghost ya, lol. ??"
Sable (glancing up, perplexed): "What… language was that?"
TXT (grinning, holding up their own phone): "Lang of da ppl, duh. Ur phone’s probs just vibin’ wrong. Mind if I chk?"
Sable (hesitating): "Uh… sure? I guess?"
Scene 2: Sable’s Story Unfolds
[TXT takes the phone with a flourish, sitting across from Sable. They begin tapping rapidly, their words barely matching their lips like a poorly dubbed film.]
Sable (leaning back, crossing their arms): "You know, it’s ironic. We gods shape the forces of existence, yet here I am, bested by a glowing rectangle. Once, irony was in subtle wit or juxtaposition—an art form. Now? It’s memes and emojis."
TXT (nodding solemnly): "Fr tho. Memes r like the new hieroglyphs. Ppl r out here bein’ pharaohs of LOL. ??"
[Sable stares, unsure if TXT is mocking them or being profound.]
Sable (after a pause): "I suppose that’s… true. A new form of storytelling, though one that sacrifices depth for immediacy. Fascinating, and yet, disconcerting."
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TXT (shrugging, with a cheeky grin): "Lang’s always been cray, tho. Cavemen probs thought chalk on walls was peak cringe. Now we use pics 2 tell stories again. Full circle. ??"
[Sable raises an eyebrow, genuinely taken aback.]
Sable (murmuring): "Full circle, indeed."
Scene 3: The SSMO/Form Narrative
[TXT leans back, holding the phone dramatically, as Sable’s voice deepens with the cadence of a long, sprawling story.]
Sable: "Imagine, if you will, a world without wires. A world where knowledge, once carved into stone, is carried on invisible waves. Such a marvel! And yet… these waves are fickle. They falter, they fail, they confound even the divine. Tell me, mortal, is there meaning in a tool that requires more mastery than the task it simplifies?"
TXT (tilting their head thoughtfully): "Ctrl chaos or get ctrl’d. Lang, tech, vibes—they all run wild till u tame ‘em. Or, like, ride the wave. ??"
[The coffee shop momentarily dims as Sable’s words conjure images of tangled wires and ghostly smartphones floating in an ethereal void.]
Sable: "Once, communication was pure. A thought, a whisper of intent, carried effortlessly. Now? The irony lies in the layers—passwords forgotten, updates ignored, and the constant struggle to keep up. It’s confounding."
TXT (snapping their fingers): "Big facts. Wi-Fi’s fire, but ur soul’s laggin’. ??"
[A nearby patron whispers to their friend: "What the heck does vibin’ wrong even mean?"]
Scene 4: The Resolution (or Lack Thereof)
[TXT hands the phone back to Sable, who takes it cautiously. The device hums with efficiency, working perfectly now.]
TXT: "Boom. EZ fix. Ur gud 2 go. ??"
Sable (examining the phone, murmuring): "I… don’t even know what you did."
TXT (grinning mischievously): "Just vibed w/ it. Phones are like ppl—ya gotta talk 2 ‘em in their lang. ??"
Sable: "And what language would that be?"
TXT (winking): "Depends. Probs emojis. ?????"
[Sable stares, their divine mind utterly confounded. TXT stands, tossing their scarf over their shoulder dramatically. The scarf catches on a chair, and with a fluid twirl, TXT frees it, leaving a ripple of emojis—?????—trailing in their wake.]
TXT: "Anyway, I’m out. TTYL, Irony dude. Or should I say… ttyG? Get it? God? Lol. Peace! ??"
[TXT strides out, leaving Sable sitting in bemused silence. The barista sets a fresh latte on Sable’s table with a smile, jolting them from their thoughts.]
Barista: "Here you go. On the house."
[Sable nods absentmindedly, stirring the latte with a spoon. The foam swirls into a pattern resembling the infinity symbol, and the screen on their phone flickers briefly—just enough to show an emoji sequence: ????.]
Sable (raising an eyebrow, murmuring): "A goat and infinity—a joke at my expense, or a revelation lost in translation? Fitting."
[A nearby customer snickers: "Maybe it’s your spirit emoji."]
[Sable takes a long sip of their latte, their gaze distant, as the hum of the coffee shop fades into the background.]
[End Scene]
[retcon:1]
fuggin rating, my motivation to keep posting is slipping. I’ve tried to gauge engagement; I even offered not one, but two polls. The response? Crickets. Yet someone out there is reading—views don’t climb on their own.
something. Feedback, a critique, a “this sucks”—hell, even an emoji will do. Otherwise, these stories might just stay mine, tucked away where the silence can’t reach them. Your move, reader.