Here’s the beginning line of a promising science fiction story…
The spaceship descended slowly, looking like a giant submarine sandwich — except it was made of metal, not bread, and was actually more circular and not so much oblong, and most importantly, the green things inside were sentient alien beings capable of interstellar travel, instead of pickles.
Okay, now it’s your turn. What happens next?
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Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackA green and white penumbra extended from the edges of the ship, looking like lettuce leaves with little globs of mayonnaise. The top surface of the ship was sprinkled with nodules like sesame seeds, but they were not likely to get caught in your teeth. A low rumbling, like the hunger pangs of some brobdingnagian giant, permeated the area around the ship, but at 35,000 feet above the ice-covered Canadian Rockies, there was nothing to hear the rumble. Far below the slowly descending ship an eagle cried as it called for its mate. The cry hung in the lower atmosphere like an old rug from a clothesline in an Alabama trailer park.
The fright of the entire scene shook me from sleep. Then I realized that I had fallen asleep without eating dinner. Man, I’m hungry!
Wow…it’s tough being me… Signed, Jason
Meanwhile on Pluto, an orange mist settled silently down on the Plutonian settlement as the Zillaby creatures made their last night crawl before the rising of the flourescent moons. These moons would bring a day-like brilliance to the frozen planet.
Today, the weather on Pluto would be exceptionally nice, relatively speaking, but this would not matter to the Plutonian dwellers who spent their days and nights isolated in their cosmic Bubble Huts. They had nothing to worry about as long as they kept the airlocks tightly sealed on their domiciles.
As the Bubble Hut dwellers slept peacefully, in spite of the intrusive flourescent moonlight, something lurked within the Plutonian mist that would pull these Plutonian settlers out of their bliss and into a world of horror and terror. Survival would soon become their greatest challenge…
Well, that didn’t work. I thought at least some commentors would have some fun with this.
No fun to be found here…
Huh? I posted a “chapter.” I wasn’t able to do much last night because I was trying to upgrade the site and it failed spectacularly. Don’t give up so fast.
I knew you would post something. I really thought some others might get into the fun…
Heh, Andy posted something.
I knew Andy would post something. I was hoping gjh or Boyd would step up.
Dadman: Thanks a lot, Pal…
I haven’t seen gjh in a while… Sorry I wasn’t able to add to this last night, I had a bunch of other stuff to do and my right brain is still recovering from that burst of “creativity” earlier this week.
This post was just an experiment to see what kind of comment activity it generated.
I expected better.
Well, don’t give up! A weekend is coming. Maybe people just need more time. (Plus, I think gjh finally gave up on us, I haven’t seen him in a while.)
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