I woke up in the thundering rain that drenched my bed. I opened my eyes, the by now familiar vista of the Cretaceous period greeted me. My anachronistic room huddled in a tiny clearing between the towering ferns and conifers. As suddenly as it had begun the shower stopped. Sweat beaded my already soaking face. A large wasp buzzed by. I sneezed explosively; I wasn’t sure exactly which of the many plants I was allergic to, but it definitely existed in the here-and-now. I heaved a weary sigh this was getting old! “Marvin Meldrick Morrison!” I shouted angrily at my grandfather; I was tired of suffering the side effects of his experiments. “Will you please quit playing around with that confounded time travel device!” The lush landscape went silent; the only reply I heard was that of a hungry T-Rex roaring in the distance.
A Word Prompt a Day: Write a piece about someone who accidently time travels.
I’m issuing a Challenge! I’m starting a new form of Haiku or Tanka, ones that include Emojis. The Emojis are pronounced as what they represent. Why not try one yourself? My example, a Tanka is posted below. Puns are encouraged! I look forward to your entries.
I hear sleet ‘ticking’
Against my dark window panes
, no school again
Morning, the alarm clock peals
And the kids come in.
(The emojis are in order of use: Frown, dragon, a wink and okay)
Plush red curtains parted, revealing the darkly-lit stage. Sulfuric clouds of smoke rolled across the floor. Pyrotechnics exploded. Robin Leach took the spotlight center stage. “Welcome everyone, champagne wishes and caviar dreams to each and every one of you! Tonight’s program is something extra special, never before seen by anyone neither the living northe dead, the most blistering symphonic band in existence! Their first song will be their number one hit “Hell State of Mind!” “Master of Hell” will follow it! Then they’ll do covers of Mussorgsky’s “Night on Bald Mountain” and The Rolling Stones “Sympathyfor the Devil”. The show will end with their infamous “OurWicked Sword of Love!” and “If I Was your Sinister Sword”. Without further ado, I present to you live and in person TheSinister Screeching Satanic Swords!”
With a thunderous explosion, the band appeared on stage. Naturally, the Devil himself sang lead and played the violin violently. Jimmi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, and Kurt Cobain sang back-up. The Incubi and the Succubi blew their Saxes sexily and soulfully. The Furies piped their flutes madly. Legion strummed their steel- guitars belligerently. The Spectra pounded the drums thunderously. The Gremlins keyed the synthesizers fiendishly. And the Imps, well the Imps rang the bells gleefully. The amps thumped and wailed on overload. It brought down the house literally; it was one Hell of a show.
A Writing Prompt a Day: write a piece about a sinister orchestra.
What florid fingers Tentatively probing Come slyly slinking Spreading wide Dimming the glories That crown ebon infinity Majestic vault bestrewn Myriad stars a twinkle That tardy tenebrous tumescence Burnished brilliance breaking Hovering on the horizon Whereof devious digits Piercing achromatic night Tentatively probing Laboring towards the vertex Spreading in a panorama Varnishing the firmament Lo, that gleaming grandeur Swelling towards repletion Abolishing the dark horizon Heralding the arrival of morn Tis the timorous dawn.
I wrote this poem after seeing this sunrise (which I’ve tried to recreate) one morning when I was staying with my mother.
“Little Fuzzy” (1962) by H. Beam Piper is the first book in the Fuzzy Series. It is a charming and original read. It is a story of friendship, imagination and the survival of a species. Prepare to meet the most enchanting creatures ever created in Sci-Fi history! I highly recommend it for first time Science Fiction readers. It’s a great introduction to the genre! I give it five stars.
The world is a hard place when you’re small and everything else, especially the predators is big!
What is sapience?
The Federation defines it as the ability to talk and make fire, but is that all there really is to it? What happens when you run into a group of creatures that can do neither, is there such a thing as being just barely sapient?
It all begins with a tiny scared “yeek” in Jack Halloway’s shower stall, Little Fuzzy soon realizes that he is onto a good thing, he retrieves his family and they all settle in.
Zarathustra is a Class-III uninhabited planet, and the Chartered Zarathustra Company owns it lock stock and barrel. They developed it, exploited it, and reaped huge profits without any interference from the Colonial Government. Now the Zarathustra Company has teensy problem (one that’s twenty-four inches tall and weighs only twenty pounds to be precise.)
Out of nowhere, prospector Jack Halloway has appeared with a family of Fuzzies, and a great deal of evidence (low Paleolithic tools for instance) that they are more than just cute little animals.
If the Fuzzies are a race of intelligent beings, then Zarathustra III automatically becomes an inhabited planet and the Company’s Chartered monopoly and privileges will be over!
The Chartered Zarathustra Company isn’t going to allow that to happen . . . whatever it takes!
Now the trial of the millennium is on! Will the Zarathustra Company win or will the Fuzzies be recognized as sapient beings?
The fate of the planet, the Company, and a species hangs in the balance.