Mona's Story part 3

The jet packs were not so much for necessity anymore, but for comfort and convenience. Space was a new challenge and interest and so they set out to see what was, in the galaxy. Colonization took a few hundred years and from there they grew. They were quite magnificent during their height, with the pit falls that come with that like inner turmoil of politics and some crazed leaders who did some harm, but overall they were great. A planet near the star called Mona was busily getting on with life at a super speed, to the eyes of the star, but she felt the need to see what they felt like, the planet, the dirt, the activity that sped past her eyes.

She reached out a finger, a blazing, comet like finger, towards that colony. It took decades to reach the planet and the snaps and scientist snaps lived in blissful ignorance until it was too hot and too late. They burned. Those few left watched amazing film, or earth’s equivalent of it, of Mona the star slowly reaching out, and watched as the planet boiled away into a desolate asteroid that hurtled off into space. It brought new religions into being while scientists were amazed that intelligence could exist within those fiery exteriors. They planned a way to keep themselves safe, and with a force that great the only way was to eradicate. Unfortunately, this was a lapse in intelligence, as they did not think that it would be very difficult to live without a life giving sun. They made there doomsday machine. It was magnificent and terrible. Tests saw it destroy entire planets. The sun however was resistant. But the sun’s heard about this anger and threat as the snaps improved on the machine.

An intergalactic conference of stars was held; they had to be densely packed into a small space. They brought all the space that had surrounded them until there was no space left, just nothingness. Slowly, they came together. All life was crushed and wiped out. The sun’s decided to start over. Create a new universe, with some guidelines. No touching. They left with a great burst of energy, searching for their old places. They continue to expand today, developing new planets, and new life. The snaps are still fresh in their huge lives and so Fred remembered this story as the people of earth continued to evolve into beings with skyscrapers in space.

He did not touch.

I am sure you are wondering what happened to Mona. She was demoted, became a human of earth, and she found a species similar to the snaps, turtles. She kept one as a pet, took care of it in memory of the snaps. It ran away.

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Mona's Story part 2

Before time and space as we know it, there was another, different universe. It had different laws, principles and creatures that were actually able to survive. One Race had flourished to such an extent it had started colonizing nearby planets. The exterior of the race resembled the teenage mutant ninja turtles of earth’s television, and the mind was vast. It was concealed and protected under the shell. It did not need much, that race, to survive. Their basic needs consisted of large amounts of heat; nitrogen based atmosphere and air, and a little sustenance, or food. They ate of the large fields, where they grew plants of enormous size and a dark green tough leaf. They slept under overhanging rocks. The shelters were even sometimes completely surrounded on three sides, but those were rare and only for those (now I mention the name of the species as I have forgotten to do so before, they call themselves the “snaps” or this is the sound that they make which signifies them, for their language consists of snaps of their “beaks”) snaps able to hire other snaps to dig a shelter out for them, or they are lucky enough to stumble upon one.

Space travel was only natural for them because they could never really look up, but devised special packs which gave them flight and eventually became an integral part of daily life, used for travel and used for teaching the snap littles who were taught under the protection of the leafies, the plants they grew, for there were predators to the little ones. The predators had a body almost completely devoted to the consumption of the littles, but these predators were becoming scarce with a smarter food source and no brain to tell them that an easier prey resided in the rivers, made of H2O like earth, instead of the rivers of lava, which flowed in abundance. The prey was all jaws, small but keen eyes that saw only movement and in black and white, great talons for picking up the snap littles and wide back feet with strong legs for bounding over the great landscape and into high overhangings, or even the taller plants that might hide a little snap. Soon the snaps built themselves a civilization high in their reddish, pinkish sky and had evolved in such a way as to have a neck that may look all around for the oncoming, high-jumping predators.

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Storytime: Mona's Story part 1

Once upon a time, in a land twenty feet from nowhere, there lived a man. He was not a man in the sense that he was human, but a man in the sense that he was male, really, he was a star. It may seem impossible for there to be sexes for the stars, but there are defined sexes for stars, if ill defined they may be. This star’s name was Fred; well not really, his name would actually boggle the mind to the point of epilepsy if it were known to the little people of earth, so he is to be called Fred as a shortened translated version. The people of earth would probably better know him as Sol, but he doesn’t know that and will continue to watch as his merry little flock of planets hurtles at great speeds around him, mercury close enough he could almost reach out and tickle him, though he had been warned against it after the great disaster, better known to the people of earth as the Big Bang.

to be continued

* I wrote this sophomore year of high school during a few hours of boredom and decided to leave the mistakes in, mostly because I am lazy. ^_^

goal for today: vacate for a vaction!

undefinable
cornucopia colors
the life through smokescreens

And Time Goes On

Once upon a yesteryear of golden ties and plenty, there lived only memories to support a dilapidated frame, wrinkled and wilting.Who knows what went on in the shadowy frame or why it existed. All anyone knew for sure, was that it had come on a tide of joy and movement untamed, but to the destruction of the village.
And in the quiet of a single moment in that long span of time, a single entity floated through the door of the frame.