The Mixed New-Gen

Daily writing prompt

Do you remember life before the internet?

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A dial tone hummed in the quiet night,
As screens blinked slow with static light.
A letter slept where hearts would speak,
Weeks between each word we’d seek.

The modem sang its jagged song,
And one call in—connection gone.
We passed the time with books and skies,
And knocks on doors, not lullabies.

No scroll, no tap, just waiting still,
For someone’s voice or mail to fill.
Now silence hums where noise has grown—
A tethered world, yet more alone.