So I want to write more stories like I used to, and I way I’ve found to do that is using a website which gives me one word, then using one minute to write as much of a story as I can, and then fifteen minutes to go with what I managed to write in the first minute.
The prompt was Starfish, and at first I thought of Patrick, but I also love sci-fi.
There was a whole lot of black out there… I closed my blinds, already the monotony was getting to me. I was tired. Why had no one told me it was such hard work? The brochures that had encouraged me to apply certainly hadn’t.
(so not really a full story in a minute 😦 and I didn’t mention a starfish, but I liked where it was heading so I wanted to carry on)
There was a whole lot of black out there… I closed my blinds, already the monotony was getting to me. I was tired. Why had no one told me it was such hard work? The brochures that had encouraged me to apply certainly hadn’t. I had tried everything to keep me entertained: Dancing, singing (much to the chagrin of Schmick), reading, sports and a whole host of other activities. I had explored every inch of my cabin in my free time, examining the stains on the walls, the stains on the ceiling and the stains on my roommate (Most likely the cause of the aforementioned stains). Also on my adventures I had discovered two elastic bands, a woman’s broach, and a Space cockroach named Jeremy ( Jeremy written on its rather large back in what appeared to be nail varnish). I had soon discovered everything in my area and succumbed to boredom, and what really sucked was that our ship had something stupid called ‘gravity’ which spoiled all the fun. Now all I did was sleep and work.
The experience was already feeling sour in my mouth, and I regretted leaving my cosy planet and Rosie behind (similarly cosy). Nevertheless, I was here now, and would make the most of it; making the most of it right now involved going to sleep and hopefully dreaming of Rosie. I reclined back into my hammock feeling at least somewhat comforted by the snores of my crewmate Schmick beside me, creating a perfect harmony with the low deep hum of the ship. I sighed, tomorrow would be a new day.
I had signed up for adventure… not this. I closed my eyes and lay back, tomorrow would be a new day. I was shocked awake by a blast; the calming hum of the ship being replaced by loud sirens.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! ALL CREWS REPORT TO STATIONS!
Amongst all the noise was the ever-prevalent snoring of Schmick beside me still, unaware of our apparent danger. Quite happy in his Hammock, and the only time he was happy. I opened my blinds, looked out of my portcullis… and there it was.
A Starfish. feared across the galaxy. Back home they used to scare us to sleep with stories: genocide, torture, whole planets disappearing overnight all perpetrated by Starfish and possibly their crew. And here it was. Its five arms, which gave it its name, came into full view as our ship made evasive manoeuvres.
A Starfish here, one of the wonders of the universe. right in front of me.
Adventure at last.
Not sure how creative it is to focus on the STAR part of starfish, but I like the idea of the story and have always wanted to try and write something somewhat similar to Firefly, thank you for reading, and any criticism appreciated.