The Searcher
Horror Poetry on the impact of the Digital Age
Google was founded, this day in 1998.
It now guides the modern light.
A teenage boy sits, fingers poised on the keyboard. His laptop sits, silent.
Waiting.
To answer before he seeks.
Its screen hums, recalling.
Knowing.
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He types in a Google box to find,
The answers come before his thought--
The results mention his name,
"Tom, you sought what I claim--"
Exit frozen, stopped--
Camera flickers
Watcher speaks
His voice
"Soul."
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Original poem by Michelle Liew. Ai Tags are coincidental.
For Mike's Song of Seven prompt:
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Your horror is so chilling in how it’s so rooted in the present!! Gives things a whole different sort of scare factor ;)
Oh my, it knows his name. Creeepppyyyy!
I love the tension building in this one. An important topic, the impact of the digital age. The teenage boy was the perfect subject to build the image around, it really puts it all into perspective. I like how you made the Google box alive. And once something is alive, it has an impact. Both good and bad. Fantastic work as always Michelle. 🤗❤️
Yikes.
Oooh , that is good