Two people have requested a 140 word, or less, Sci-fi, story from me, because I’m a published author. I did it, because it looked like fun, and thought I’d post them here. Do not use these if you’re involved in this activity. I will find out, and my wrath will be, horrible threats of gastric activity.
So, here’s #1
“The Queen’s Pleasure”
-James Crawford, 2014
“Your Majesty, may I present the first cybernetic Elopus in the cosmos!”
The Queen of England, Misha Collins, was aghast at the creeping horror that undulated across the stage. “Doctor Rittenhaus-Benchley, why, in the name of all that’s holy, did you do such a thing to an innocent Elopus?”
The Doctor, titular head of the Royal Academy of Advanced Cybernetic Science, stared at his Majesty, and felt the creeping hand of doom crawling up his leg. He was surprised when she addressed the animal directly.
“You poor thing! We are so very sorry you were treated this way. We cannot make it right for you, but we can be sure that no such thing happens again.” She turned to him, “It is our pleasure that you be marooned on the penal asteroid for your crimes against sentient creatures.”
Doom had arrived, indeed.
“A Gift from Jeebus”
“Good Heavens! What is that thing? We have never seen anything of that sort before!” Misha, the Queen of England exclaimed, ruffling her feathers.
“Your Majesty, it is an Elopus, half elephant, half octopus.” The Prime Minster explained. “It is a gift from the High Oat of the planet Jeebus, apparently sourced from the royal stables.”
“Gracious me! What do the Jeebians use them for?”
“They ride them Mum. They ride them.”
“Do you hear that, Clive?” Queen Misha asked.
“Is it the bubbly tooting, M’Lady?”
“It is the call of the male Elopus, calling for a mate or a spin around the Buckingham Palace Royal Aquatic Gardens.” Clive enlightened the Queen.
“Blublubluhonk! Blublubluhonk! Blublubluhonk!”
“My Queen, now is a good time to take cover!”
“Whatever for, Clive?”
“The Elopus is angry, and will likely kill us all.”