The cell phone kept ringing and ringing. Voicemail would not pick up. He answered, or tried to, the ringing would not stop. He shattered it on the ground. And still it rang.
Stella Winters
connection for a phone
Sarah Hillman
“There was no cellular connection how was I supposed to contact you?!” I shouted through the rain.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!?” He yelled back pulling at his hair frustratedly. The words he spoke surprised me, he cared?
“Why do you care, you shouldn’t.” I spoke quietly but I knew he heard me. My voice was hoarse and raspy.
“I can’t stop caring even if I want to.” Ethan replied and I looked up into his captivating eyes before he closed the distance between us.
Sarah Hillman
Her signal died. “Damnit. Damnit damnit.” She tried not to throw her phone across the room. She buried her face in her hands. Now what?
She sat up with her hands on her knees. Okay. New plan.
We used to call them cellular phones, to distinguish them from our home phones. Then mobile phones. But now, as the landline slowly atrophies, they are just phones: our outsourced brains and constant companions. The days I don’t have my phone slam this home in my consciousness.
Taylor
At the root of it
We find ourselves
Floating among others
In this sea of life
Tiny cells
Converging
To this one form
We have come to be
Are we all an end in this state?
Lynn
I have read by tapping into what has already been said that the cellular structure of the subconsconciousness is as good as it can be to remember this.
Robert Kohlhammer
cellular… phones.
well, that was an adventure…
cc
Eyes are bright
By the screen light
Elliot Martin
“One day, I swear I’m gonna sell you, Lars.”
That made him feel small, almost cellular.
At the cellular level– no, molecular– we could never feel apart from one another. Some people call that “spooky action at a distance”, maybe if they know about about science. Science is not something I have studied so much in depth that I could understand how quantum relativity could be connected to love.
Do people hold gravitational force?
I found my head buzzing when he would talk to me; or soon before (and then I began to assume he was thinking about me, and by his words I knew he was). What would happen if we had known more about the subtle body of the universe? If we had put aside the material realm of feeling, of attaching pettiness to love?
I could not know.
skye liberace
I loved her on a cellular level. They took her out of my body, put her in my arms, and every cell in my body changed. She entered each of them. Then she had her own baby girl. Lo and behold, I saw that one come out and I loved her on a cellular level as well. Every cell in my body has three people in it, and then a fourth, when she had another one. Even though that one is a boy, and it took a little longer, he entered each of my cells too. Heavy burdens, each of them, and total joys as well.
Joanna Bressler
The device that ruins lives subconsciously. Everyone has one and because of this no one know how to have a fucking conversation in real life (or as anyone with a phone will tell you IRL). Of course this means that I have to pretend to have entirely different life on my phone. Yee haw!
Phoenix
“Beg pardon, ma’am,” intoned the older gentleman wearing a top hat and carrying a silver-topped cane. “But have you happened to glance a rogue cellular device around here?”
The nineteen-year-old college student wrinkled her nose at the odd display. She had been settling down at her table with a large latte and a crumbly scone, and now some guy with an Edwardian era hard-on was asking her about a misplaced phone.
Belinda Roddie
On a cellular level, things were okay. On every other level, life felt like it was disintegrating around her. Nothing was as it should be, her chest tightened further at the thought of what she had to do, what she didn’t want to do.
The cell phone kept ringing and ringing. Voicemail would not pick up. He answered, or tried to, the ringing would not stop. He shattered it on the ground. And still it rang.
connection for a phone
“There was no cellular connection how was I supposed to contact you?!” I shouted through the rain.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!?” He yelled back pulling at his hair frustratedly. The words he spoke surprised me, he cared?
“Why do you care, you shouldn’t.” I spoke quietly but I knew he heard me. My voice was hoarse and raspy.
“I can’t stop caring even if I want to.” Ethan replied and I looked up into his captivating eyes before he closed the distance between us.
Her signal died. “Damnit. Damnit damnit.” She tried not to throw her phone across the room. She buried her face in her hands. Now what?
She sat up with her hands on her knees. Okay. New plan.
We used to call them cellular phones, to distinguish them from our home phones. Then mobile phones. But now, as the landline slowly atrophies, they are just phones: our outsourced brains and constant companions. The days I don’t have my phone slam this home in my consciousness.
At the root of it
We find ourselves
Floating among others
In this sea of life
Tiny cells
Converging
To this one form
We have come to be
Are we all an end in this state?
I have read by tapping into what has already been said that the cellular structure of the subconsconciousness is as good as it can be to remember this.
cellular… phones.
well, that was an adventure…
Eyes are bright
By the screen light
“One day, I swear I’m gonna sell you, Lars.”
That made him feel small, almost cellular.
At the cellular level– no, molecular– we could never feel apart from one another. Some people call that “spooky action at a distance”, maybe if they know about about science. Science is not something I have studied so much in depth that I could understand how quantum relativity could be connected to love.
Do people hold gravitational force?
I found my head buzzing when he would talk to me; or soon before (and then I began to assume he was thinking about me, and by his words I knew he was). What would happen if we had known more about the subtle body of the universe? If we had put aside the material realm of feeling, of attaching pettiness to love?
I could not know.
I loved her on a cellular level. They took her out of my body, put her in my arms, and every cell in my body changed. She entered each of them. Then she had her own baby girl. Lo and behold, I saw that one come out and I loved her on a cellular level as well. Every cell in my body has three people in it, and then a fourth, when she had another one. Even though that one is a boy, and it took a little longer, he entered each of my cells too. Heavy burdens, each of them, and total joys as well.
The device that ruins lives subconsciously. Everyone has one and because of this no one know how to have a fucking conversation in real life (or as anyone with a phone will tell you IRL). Of course this means that I have to pretend to have entirely different life on my phone. Yee haw!
“Beg pardon, ma’am,” intoned the older gentleman wearing a top hat and carrying a silver-topped cane. “But have you happened to glance a rogue cellular device around here?”
The nineteen-year-old college student wrinkled her nose at the odd display. She had been settling down at her table with a large latte and a crumbly scone, and now some guy with an Edwardian era hard-on was asking her about a misplaced phone.
On a cellular level, things were okay. On every other level, life felt like it was disintegrating around her. Nothing was as it should be, her chest tightened further at the thought of what she had to do, what she didn’t want to do.