"What!" Fleetah yelled. It hadn't occurred to her that they might have to postpone or completely call off their vacation, then again, it had only been a minute ago that the instagram disappeared. "Sir, Millardy, do you know what to do?", yelled Essa. "Not yet," Millardy sighed. "I'll give it some thought over night." "'K", Essa said. "Well, I better get going, Mom said to be back by 9." "See ya, then" said Fleetah. "Yeah, bye," Essa finally said, as she unhoooked herself, pressed a button on the wall, and floated outside.
As Fleetah poured over maps in her bedroom, she couldn't help herself but to glance out the window from time to time. There was a trio of boys, in which her brother was included, but HE wasn't the one who interested her. The other two's names were Relearub and Qutrie. Qutrie was just ANNOYING. But Relearub was, well, was.... HOT. And so it was he, for whom Fleetah had long since.... nursed a soft spot.
"Fleetah?", Mom called. "Yeah?" she sighed at being awakened from her day dream. There's someone at the door, says his name is Relearub, wants to see you." Fleetah's stomach gave a jolt. Relearub?!
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Fashion Sense
"Shut up in there - I'm trying to decide what to wear!" "Yeah, that's alot more important than my HOMEWORK."
"Now Fleeta, your brother has homework to do." "Yeah, I GET that Grindelconnard has to be STUPID, but I don't know what I should wear on my date with Tesslard," said Fleeta angrily. "Fleeta, it's HOMEWORK not Stupidness," Millardy sighed, and left the room.
Just then Fleeta's mother Alenix walked in. "Did I hear something about not knowing what to wear?," she asked, greeting Fleeta. "Yeah, Tesslard asked if I wanted to come air-boarding with him, and I said sure, but I don't know what to wear. You know what I mean?
"Well, as I am Alenix Flitta, first class famous fashion model from Room 8 down at the Kleenard Building, I would say that my girl would look good in a pale emerald green to contrast her hair and match her eyes."
"Now Fleeta, your brother has homework to do." "Yeah, I GET that Grindelconnard has to be STUPID, but I don't know what I should wear on my date with Tesslard," said Fleeta angrily. "Fleeta, it's HOMEWORK not Stupidness," Millardy sighed, and left the room.
Just then Fleeta's mother Alenix walked in. "Did I hear something about not knowing what to wear?," she asked, greeting Fleeta. "Yeah, Tesslard asked if I wanted to come air-boarding with him, and I said sure, but I don't know what to wear. You know what I mean?
"Well, as I am Alenix Flitta, first class famous fashion model from Room 8 down at the Kleenard Building, I would say that my girl would look good in a pale emerald green to contrast her hair and match her eyes."
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Signals from the dust
Gerlatschee woke up in his pod-tent, with red dust coating his short black spikes, giving them weird coloration. He felt his central spike buzz and light up, and knew he was receiving a special message from home. He focused, so that he could receive the message in his thoughts. "Gerlatschee! You must come home this minute! A war has broken out and a rumor started that only a male hero can save us!" The voice of his mother came loud and clear through millions of miles and Spacejunk. "You could do it! It's a once in a lifetime chance!" Then, suddenly, his mind went blank.
He rolled over and stretched his wings, and peered out of his pod-tent towards the reddish horizon. His trip to Mars had been uneventful, a welcome break from the dull pod-tent poster-making company where he worked. It was a great chance to get off the planet, into Solar Sysem One, near Earth. It was said that there were STRANGE creatures living on Earth. They had a weird name, like humanes or something of that sort.
As it was still early, and his personal robot Clyde was still sleeping, he decided to take an early morning flight. He pulled on his flight vest, strode out of the pod-tent, gave his wings a mighty flap, and was Mars-borne. He felt better up in the sky. He could see everything. He could see his planet, Grassamassa, just over the horizon, rising, like their second sun did, by the light of the first.
Flying higher and higher, Gerlatchee sailed past the stars and planets and into the third solar system. He saw a planet ahead with a flat area that appeared perfect for landing. He supposed that from the rumors, this must be LaCraw, the desert planet of the Third. Apparently at night, when the orbits of the three moons overlapped, the landscape rolled into pure Greek fire. Even when the one small pond in the center of the planet was overcome in flames, and much later in the rainy season, the elements tried hard to fill it into a lake. But each year it became smaller, from lake to pond to puddle. And the milkshake star needed water very badly. Since this was one of the few water sources in the third solar system and it was becoming smaller by the year, the Charchees and Klinkits were getting desperate to save it. But now, a fight had brokebn out between them about whether the milkshake star should put marachino cherries or regular cherries atop the vanilla milkshakes.
He rolled over and stretched his wings, and peered out of his pod-tent towards the reddish horizon. His trip to Mars had been uneventful, a welcome break from the dull pod-tent poster-making company where he worked. It was a great chance to get off the planet, into Solar Sysem One, near Earth. It was said that there were STRANGE creatures living on Earth. They had a weird name, like humanes or something of that sort.
As it was still early, and his personal robot Clyde was still sleeping, he decided to take an early morning flight. He pulled on his flight vest, strode out of the pod-tent, gave his wings a mighty flap, and was Mars-borne. He felt better up in the sky. He could see everything. He could see his planet, Grassamassa, just over the horizon, rising, like their second sun did, by the light of the first.
Flying higher and higher, Gerlatchee sailed past the stars and planets and into the third solar system. He saw a planet ahead with a flat area that appeared perfect for landing. He supposed that from the rumors, this must be LaCraw, the desert planet of the Third. Apparently at night, when the orbits of the three moons overlapped, the landscape rolled into pure Greek fire. Even when the one small pond in the center of the planet was overcome in flames, and much later in the rainy season, the elements tried hard to fill it into a lake. But each year it became smaller, from lake to pond to puddle. And the milkshake star needed water very badly. Since this was one of the few water sources in the third solar system and it was becoming smaller by the year, the Charchees and Klinkits were getting desperate to save it. But now, a fight had brokebn out between them about whether the milkshake star should put marachino cherries or regular cherries atop the vanilla milkshakes.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Maraschino? Or Regular?
Muweep Odana groaned and pulled herself up from the crater of the explosion. Her hearing was affected, and she could barely walk she was so disoriented. As she peered over edge of the crater, all she could make out, was a tiny, broken instrument, which apparently was a piece of Earthjunk, which was always raining down on the planets of Solar System 3.
She rain her finger through her purple spikes, and tried to climb over the edge of the equation. She felt like snorfeling, but managed to control herself. Then she tucked her extra 17 arms into her arm pouch on her back, and climbed down the slope of the crater. As the got closer to the Earthjunk, she snort blinked her three eyes, and noticed that it was still transmitting to a location on Earth - a pod-port somewhere in the city of Las Cabezas Muertes.
She realized that her own space-rover had crashed during the explosion, and landed her in the crater. As usual, she had been trying to get away from her bodyguards and this time, she had gone a little overboard (literally). She had actually jumped out the window, and landed on some planet. She didn't even know where she was. She actually figured that her body guards, who only had this job for the money, had driven off without her and ran to her father saying that she ran away from them. Which also meant that the entire planet was now searching for her. "Oh DIDDLEYSQUAT", she cussed. Then she realized that if her dad were anywhere near her, she'd be having her mouth cleaned out with Rusheeou for a month. She was so tired of those darned body guards. She couldn't go ANYWHERE without them tracking her down.
She looked around and realized that in fact there was only one thing in sight on this desert landscape. It was completely flat and seemed to go on for years, except for the crater, and the piece of Earthjunk. "Oh bother. I might as well build myself a rover out of this Earthjunk. I guess it will have to run on sand, IF I can figure out how to do that." Luckily, she had her tool-kit in her arm pouch, and her arms were very coordinated when they repaired machines. She got busy, and soon, had the Earthjunk transformed into a fast-moving, shielded rover, for zipping across the barren landscape.
"Those stupid Klingkits," Muweep Odana sighed to herself. "It doesn't MATTER if you have MARASCHINO cherries or REGULAR cherries on a vanilla milkshake. And that star doesn't even or to the Klinklits OR the Charchees." "Other aliens can just order whether they want Maraschino or regular."
She rain her finger through her purple spikes, and tried to climb over the edge of the equation. She felt like snorfeling, but managed to control herself. Then she tucked her extra 17 arms into her arm pouch on her back, and climbed down the slope of the crater. As the got closer to the Earthjunk, she snort blinked her three eyes, and noticed that it was still transmitting to a location on Earth - a pod-port somewhere in the city of Las Cabezas Muertes.
She realized that her own space-rover had crashed during the explosion, and landed her in the crater. As usual, she had been trying to get away from her bodyguards and this time, she had gone a little overboard (literally). She had actually jumped out the window, and landed on some planet. She didn't even know where she was. She actually figured that her body guards, who only had this job for the money, had driven off without her and ran to her father saying that she ran away from them. Which also meant that the entire planet was now searching for her. "Oh DIDDLEYSQUAT", she cussed. Then she realized that if her dad were anywhere near her, she'd be having her mouth cleaned out with Rusheeou for a month. She was so tired of those darned body guards. She couldn't go ANYWHERE without them tracking her down.
She looked around and realized that in fact there was only one thing in sight on this desert landscape. It was completely flat and seemed to go on for years, except for the crater, and the piece of Earthjunk. "Oh bother. I might as well build myself a rover out of this Earthjunk. I guess it will have to run on sand, IF I can figure out how to do that." Luckily, she had her tool-kit in her arm pouch, and her arms were very coordinated when they repaired machines. She got busy, and soon, had the Earthjunk transformed into a fast-moving, shielded rover, for zipping across the barren landscape.
"Those stupid Klingkits," Muweep Odana sighed to herself. "It doesn't MATTER if you have MARASCHINO cherries or REGULAR cherries on a vanilla milkshake. And that star doesn't even or to the Klinklits OR the Charchees." "Other aliens can just order whether they want Maraschino or regular."
Monday, September 17, 2012
The War In Space
"Yawn......," stretched Fleetah Flita. The moon was rising over the dark horizon as she opened the hatch of her thermal-controlled pod-bed, and walked to her closet. She pressed the lime green auto-suit button and waited as the giant machine sprayed a form-fitting jumpsuit onto her skin. Today, there was a hood and high-heeled boots that came out of the chute for her to add to her outfit.
She strode out the door of her chamber, and to the eating lounge where she pressed another fluorescent button, and said, "Pancakes and bacon, eggs - sunnyside up." Instantaneoulsy, a plate slipped out of the wall onto a fold down conveyor belt and stopped in front of her. She wolfed down the food ravensouly, knowing that today was her last day on earth for quite a while. Then, she headed to the pod-port, which was on the roof of her lime green dwelling constructed of stretchy glow-in-the-dark putty and spray-on wood. The family's home was perfectly pressure controlled so that in the event of an earthquake, tornado or fire, no damage would occur.
Once in the pod-port, she spied her father, his head buried deep inside the pod's machinery. "Hi Dad!" she shouted. "Ow!" Millardy Flita said, as he raised his head in surprise and banged it unceremoniously on the lid of the machine. "You should give me more warning, when you decide to startle me! You're going to give me a heart-attack and that's BEFORE we progress through Solar System 3 on our way to Solar System 4." "Oops, sorry Dad," Fleetah sighed. "I'm just so excited to get off the PLANET for our summer vacation. None of the other kids are going to have such a cool experience." "Well, I'm glad you feel that way, honey, but first, we have to chart a course through the second most dangerous Solar System in the universe. Do you have the mapping charts that can help us get there?" "DUH. Of course I do, Dad. I'm the navigator!", replied Fleetah.
Just then, the upper hatch of the pod-port slammed open and a dark, transparent insta-gram appeared above them. An expressive voice began speaking. "Alert to all humans. A new conflict has broken out in Solar System 3. All travel to Solar System3 is curtailed to any non-essential personnel. Vacationing travellers must suspend all plans to visit Solar System 3 and any Solar Systems beyond. For questions, please contact the Grand Ministry Inter-Galactic Information Travel Services." As quickly as the image appeared, it began to disappear, and then flames ran across the screen with a faint boom, and the pod-port slammed shut.
The bottom hatch to the pod-port opened and Fleetah's friend Essa jumped in. She immediately started to float upwards, due to the low-gravity of the chamber. She hooked herself to the wall with a special clip on her belt so she could be closer to Fleetah and her father, who were floating mid-chamber, but magnetized to the machinery that they were working on due to the small magnets embedded in their belts and gloves. "Fleetah! The insta-gram! The war! What are you going to do?!"
She strode out the door of her chamber, and to the eating lounge where she pressed another fluorescent button, and said, "Pancakes and bacon, eggs - sunnyside up." Instantaneoulsy, a plate slipped out of the wall onto a fold down conveyor belt and stopped in front of her. She wolfed down the food ravensouly, knowing that today was her last day on earth for quite a while. Then, she headed to the pod-port, which was on the roof of her lime green dwelling constructed of stretchy glow-in-the-dark putty and spray-on wood. The family's home was perfectly pressure controlled so that in the event of an earthquake, tornado or fire, no damage would occur.
Once in the pod-port, she spied her father, his head buried deep inside the pod's machinery. "Hi Dad!" she shouted. "Ow!" Millardy Flita said, as he raised his head in surprise and banged it unceremoniously on the lid of the machine. "You should give me more warning, when you decide to startle me! You're going to give me a heart-attack and that's BEFORE we progress through Solar System 3 on our way to Solar System 4." "Oops, sorry Dad," Fleetah sighed. "I'm just so excited to get off the PLANET for our summer vacation. None of the other kids are going to have such a cool experience." "Well, I'm glad you feel that way, honey, but first, we have to chart a course through the second most dangerous Solar System in the universe. Do you have the mapping charts that can help us get there?" "DUH. Of course I do, Dad. I'm the navigator!", replied Fleetah.
Just then, the upper hatch of the pod-port slammed open and a dark, transparent insta-gram appeared above them. An expressive voice began speaking. "Alert to all humans. A new conflict has broken out in Solar System 3. All travel to Solar System3 is curtailed to any non-essential personnel. Vacationing travellers must suspend all plans to visit Solar System 3 and any Solar Systems beyond. For questions, please contact the Grand Ministry Inter-Galactic Information Travel Services." As quickly as the image appeared, it began to disappear, and then flames ran across the screen with a faint boom, and the pod-port slammed shut.
The bottom hatch to the pod-port opened and Fleetah's friend Essa jumped in. She immediately started to float upwards, due to the low-gravity of the chamber. She hooked herself to the wall with a special clip on her belt so she could be closer to Fleetah and her father, who were floating mid-chamber, but magnetized to the machinery that they were working on due to the small magnets embedded in their belts and gloves. "Fleetah! The insta-gram! The war! What are you going to do?!"
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