8:29 p.m. Once upon a time, there was a fuzzy little town called Bleb Land. The creatures that lived there were called blebs. Everything was fine and dandy.
The blebs were jovial amorphous beings that went to work, raised families, and had a good time, just like you and me. However, deep in the back of each bleb's mind was a fear of oorgles.
Oorgles, as you may know, were giant dragoniferous monsters with fire-breathing snouts and dark, crusty scales. Every once in a while, the oorgles invaded Bleb Land to assert their dominance and find food. The blebs typically ran for the hills when the oorgles swarmed their towns, and more than a few blebs ended up as oorgle dinner.
However, things were going to be different this time.
A brave young bleb named Brambora told the Bleb Land Council that the next time the oorgles struck, she would rally the town to fight against the dragoniferous barbarians. Many laughed at Brambora or poo-pooed her well-intentioned bravery, but one blebman took her aside after the meeting.
"I will help you build an army, young Brambora. I am too old to fight now, but I fought with the bleb forces in the Hundred Oorgles War. I know plenty about oorgle strategy," Ooblblobe huffed in his raspy old voice.
Good to his word, Ooblblobe helped Brambora set up defense posts around the outskirts of Bleb Land. They recruited able and willing blebs of all ages, colors, and sexes to defend their happy little town.
When the oorgles came, they were unpleasantly surprised. 8:39 p.m.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
10-Minute Writing I - Ernest Eternal
7:45 p.m.
Ernest looked up at the sky one evening and imagined that he could fly. Of course, being wheelchair-bound and elderly, he knew he couldn't really fly, but no one could stop him from thinking it.
As he flew in his mind, he broke the sound barrier and whizzed through the stratosphere, ultimately spinning through outer space, all alone.
"This is nice," Ernest said as he floated at great speeds, burning through the Solar System.
Ernest was never a very sociable man. He was quiet, polite, and thoughtful - one who could never be confused for a follower of Bacchus. It was his way, the road to introspection and solitude.
As Ernest sped through the Milky Way, his pace accelerated until he found himself blasting through galaxy after galaxy at dizzying velocities.
"I wonder where I'm going," the old man thought aloud. "Oh well. I'll just enjoy the ride."
Eventually, Ernest could see a thick haze in the distance that increasingly enveloped his entire field of vision. He had reached the edge of the Universe. No one knew what lay beyond its precipice.
When Ernest reached the thick plasma that enshrouded the boundaries of the elliptical Universe, he hardly had a moment to contemplate his situation as he flew right through the substance into the great beyond.
As soon as Ernest reached the other side, he stopped and found himself sitting in an open field. A meadow of some sort by a small pond.
"Ebony Orchard," Ernest mused. "This is where I grew up. I'm home!"
As the sun set over his lifeless body, the sun rose over his lively spirit.
7:56 p.m.
Ernest looked up at the sky one evening and imagined that he could fly. Of course, being wheelchair-bound and elderly, he knew he couldn't really fly, but no one could stop him from thinking it.
As he flew in his mind, he broke the sound barrier and whizzed through the stratosphere, ultimately spinning through outer space, all alone.
"This is nice," Ernest said as he floated at great speeds, burning through the Solar System.
Ernest was never a very sociable man. He was quiet, polite, and thoughtful - one who could never be confused for a follower of Bacchus. It was his way, the road to introspection and solitude.
As Ernest sped through the Milky Way, his pace accelerated until he found himself blasting through galaxy after galaxy at dizzying velocities.
"I wonder where I'm going," the old man thought aloud. "Oh well. I'll just enjoy the ride."
Eventually, Ernest could see a thick haze in the distance that increasingly enveloped his entire field of vision. He had reached the edge of the Universe. No one knew what lay beyond its precipice.
When Ernest reached the thick plasma that enshrouded the boundaries of the elliptical Universe, he hardly had a moment to contemplate his situation as he flew right through the substance into the great beyond.
As soon as Ernest reached the other side, he stopped and found himself sitting in an open field. A meadow of some sort by a small pond.
"Ebony Orchard," Ernest mused. "This is where I grew up. I'm home!"
As the sun set over his lifeless body, the sun rose over his lively spirit.
7:56 p.m.
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