Original by @f3nix - There, at the counter's bottom, her majesty the "Fiorentina" / Ecco là, in fondo al bancone, sua maestà la Fiorentina
In honor of this prompt, picked by @mariannewest directly from my sick mind, I decided to use again the bloody Most Dangerous Writing App!
English Version
There in the almost total darkness of the great hall, in the Old Steemians Home, they were beating incessantly on the keyboards. The ticking was like a heavy rain or like millions of paws of hamsters running on worn-out treadmills. All the freewriters, once arrived at the prompt n. 5009 had decided that stopping writing between one prompt and another was only a loss of creative opportunity. Since then they were wired, special catheters had been applied to each of them along with several technologically advanced systems that allowed them to type even while sleeping. They all lay stranded on the sofa like whales with a plankton's indigestion. On the other hand now the freewriters - arranged in a circle in the great hall, with @Mariannewest in the middle dictating the prompts as if they were bingo numbers - were by now all very powerful. The name "Molochs" had been coined purposely for them, as it was no longer enough to call them "Whales". Too simplistic. One day, however, a serious accident happened that drastically changed their lives once again: @f3nix's catheter came off, the cannula could no longer drain and the liquids had leaked around him in a huge puddle that continued to expand. It was August 15th and the technicians who took care of the corporeal needs of the freewriters were on vacation.
Versione Italiana
Là nella quasi totale oscurità della grande sala, nella Old Steemians Home, loro battevano incessantemente sulle tastiere. Il ticchettio era come una pioggia fitta o come milioni di zampette di criceti che corrono su logori tapis roulant. I freewriters, una volta arrivati al prompt n. 5009 avevano deciso che smettere di scrivere fra un prompt e l'altro era solamente una perdita di opportunità creativa. Da allora si erano fatti cablare, cateteri speciali erano stati applicati ad ognuno di loro assieme a diversi impianti tecnologicamente avanzati che gli permettevano di stare distesi scrivendo anche mentre dormivano. Erano diventati come cetacei spiaggiati sopra le loro poltrone dopo un indigestione di plankton. D'altra parte ormai i freewriters, disposti a cerchio nella grande sala, con @Mariannewest in mezzo a dettare i prompt come numeri della tombola, erano ormai tutti potentissimi. Per loro era stato coniato il nome "Moloch", non essendo più sufficiente chiamarli "balene". Troppo riduttivo. Un giorno però successe un grave incidente che cambio drasticamente le loro vite ancora una volta: il catetere di @f3nix si staccó, la cannula non riusciva più a drenarlo e i liquidi erano fuoriusciti attorno a lui in un'immensa pozzanghera che continuava ad espandersi. Era il 15 di agosto e i tecnici che curavano i bisogni corporali dei freewriters erano in vacanza.
This is also an Old Steemians Home story. I am not entirely sure that my fellows will welcome positively my entry, which portrays them as huge blobs.. please consider that I had to stop after the 5 minutes ..right when the positive turn was going to begin!
Here you can find some other great ravings..err, I meant stories!
by @whatisnew
Day 77: 5 Minute Freewrite/Story- The Steemian Home- The Library
by @simgirl
The Steemians Home- The Fish Song