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The Infuriating Glitch

This poem is for the Ragtag Daily Prompt word : Glitch

Here’s what I came up with …

The Infuriating Glitch

Error 404 – not found’

“What do you mean, computer. I just put the blasted file in there.”

Error 404 – not found’

I bashed about on the keyboard trying to find my missing story. The computer was often glitching and getting on my nerves. I clicked the file again.

‘Error 403 – forbidden access’

“Argh!” I thumped the keyboard. “What do you mean ‘forbidden-flaming-access?’ you stupid thing!”

The talkback feature spoke up, ‘Forbidden access – means you are denied entry without proper authority or passwords.’

I glared at the screen. “Smart arse!”

‘Insulting a computer will get you nowhere – try searching in the ‘Help Directory’ for answers.’

“Insulting me will get you thrown out the bloody window in a minute!” I felt myself growing madder by the second over this infuriating glitch.

‘The correct term for throwing something out of a window is to ‘defenestrate’ it.’

“Defenes-what?”

Defenestrate.’ The computer brought up a dictionary site with the word.

“Thank you, you annoying pile of neurons.” I huffed and spun around in my swivel chair searching for answers.

‘A neuron is a specialized biological cell for transmitting nerve impulses; I.E a nerve cell. Therefore, I am an annoying pile of microchips, not neurons.’ The computer almost sounded smug this time.

“Whatever!” I clicked on my story file again.

‘Error 503 – service unavailable.’

“What in the hell! I’m trying to open a folder not a glitched webpage!” I stomped a foot and breathed out like a raging bull.

Hell is a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death.’

“Oh, brilliant. You’re going there if you don’t find my story!” I ended in a yell.

‘Shouting is the number one cause of a sore throat. Please provide information if you’d like me to search for files or folders.’

“I’m looking for ‘The Filing Cabinet – A Detective Fabrice Mystery.’ It was in my now inaccessible story folder.”

If you are sitting in an office; the filing cabinet is likely located to your left or right.’

“Thank you, PC Obvious!” I brought up the search option and put my story name in there instead. It showed my story in the folder. I clicked it and halle-fricken-lujah my story came up. “At last now I can work.”

‘You only had to ask.’

I changed my mind and went for a walk!

The End


Thanks for reading my friends. As always there are more stories to be enjoyed (I hope) in the Short Stories and Short Stories 2 tabs. There’s also poetry here in Poetry Corner

Have a great day!

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