Let's relax today (it is Labor Day, after all) and do a little artistic writing since I'm betting that most of you aren't travelling this weekend with the cost of gasoline shooting through the roof.
I want each of you to contribute something to the story, please. I'll start out, the next person will pick up where I left off, and so on. Let's see where we end up! Please, keep any blue language to a minimum unless it's absolutely necessary. There are kids that will be reading this. ;o)
It was a dark and stormy night. Ben had just finished the last stroke of silver paint on his spaceship model and had placed it carefully toward the back of his desk to dry. As he turned toward his computer, a flash of lightning lit up his backyard and he thought he saw something that wasn't normally there.
He turned off his desk light, and peered out his window into the darkness. The only sound he heard was the staccatto tapping of the rain on his window and the gusts of wind through the willow tree outside...
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He remained at his window for several minutes, peering into the darkness.
Suddenly, he thought he heard some kind of noise in the room. When he turned around, he immediately saw that the spaceship model was gone...
Good idea.
The noise turned out to be a preview of what was in store for him. Before his eyes, stood a sight that took his breathe away. Speechless, he gazed at the large mass before him, took two steps backward, and before he knew it....
...the beam of light was on him. There was no time to react. Ben was lifted of the floor and seemed to be floating out the window...
He took a moment to be amazed that he was not getting wet from the rain. Ben gave a quick glance downward to confirm that he was continuing his upward journey. Now turning his eyes upward, he saw ...
… the big Willow branch a little late. “Ouch” he shouted! The branch tore his new Sponge Bob pajamas. Once he cleared the branch he could see….
...decided to make a run for it. He didn't get far, however, before the beam had pulled him in again.
He looked up and saw, to his horror, that the huge craft emitting the beam had exactly the same markings and shape as the little model airplane he had just completed!
It crossed Ben's mind, "Did I create this? Is this object, my airplane? How can it be?"
…Ben thought maybe it wasn’t his spaceship but his dad’s prototype for his science project or possibly he was hallucinating from all the chocolate bars he had eaten that day. The he heard the …
chittering noise coming from the opening the light was pulling him towards.
He did not know any other languages but he did know one thing. This language was not from earth.
He looked west and he saw them. Hundreds of other ships, and hundreds of other beams of light.
The other ships were being piloted by giant fruit flies! They had huge multi-colored eyes and enormous hairy legs.
He opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was...
. . . huge fruit flys.
The End.
A wonderful story, everyone! Pat yourselves on the back for creating a one-of-a-kind Science Fiction confection.
;o)
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