#microprose
Tiny Fictions- Microprose From my Phone
I have been writing microprose on the memo function of my phone. Below find some plucked from my archive.
#1 We never left that golden moment. We knew then, how to be immortal. If only: for a minute.
#2 You’ll know them by the shadows behind their eyes and the blood in their breath. They are the quiet ones. You’ll know. We all know.
#3 Through the heavy morning. The sun still wants what she…
Call Her
by
Shannon Barber
Outside of Vegas I found the place. I parked and sat in the cold and waited. A coyote sat in the dark watching, waiting with me. From nowhere and everywhere we heard her song in the sand. The Pisces sang from her ancient grave. And we sang along.
Still amazed that F-15 Strike Eagle booted from a 30-year-old floppy disk on this Atari 800. (via a Rana 1000 3rd party drive that needed some power supply help). This was a $40 craigslist find a few years back. I later sold this system but kinda regret it.