So, I completely forgot to add this when it came out. And it’s been out for a while now. So I figured I would finally upload it here. It’s amazing what kind of simple fixes are out there for extremely simple problems.
Staring the same folk from last time plus a few newcomers! I even make a cameo appearance! And it’s not just because nobody else was there to fill in!
Once again I find myself throwing in my 1.28 (roughly converted from Septims) cents into the Friday Fictioneers pot. I was able to cook (ha ha food pun) up this story much more quickly than my last one and I’m about as unsure as I was last time, too. It’s not that I dislike this piece but maybe after I read it a few times more I’ll warm to it.
Well anyway, have fun~
Genre: Science Fiction/Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
“You will pay for the Thursday Massacre of planet Dinnerplate 5, four-pronged butcher!” Captain Peapod cried.
“That was only the beginning,” King Fork bellowed. “Soon I will destroy all of your friends and even your creator, Green Giant!”
With that, chaos is all that the stark white fields of Dinnerplate 6 know.
But, as quickly as the battle started, it ended.
“Don’t play with your food, dear,” mom says.
I guess there can be a temporary ceasefire, I think as I shovel down some peas. As per usual, I cringe.
I’d rather they just kill each other instead of me.
I love that I was able to find that peas picture with just a simple Google search for the words “fork peas.” It fits pretty ding-darn well, I think.
Also, I’m starting to notice that I write a lot about childhood innocence and imagination. I have no problem with this!