“Ticket
please.”
St. Peter* #quote
Well read about a scientist developing faster than light travel for
NASA today(It had to be coming right?) It seems that, like many science
things its still in the working stages and they're still in the
proof-of-concept stages along with planning and some-such. I read a
few articles on it, here's one of them:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/post-nation/wp/2014/06/11/this-is-the-amazing-design-for-nasas-star-trek-style-space-ship-the-ixs-enterprise/
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Most Powerful Monster
Sir Trenton faced the most powerful of all monsters in its own den.
To describe the beast in full would require an insane mind that could
comprehend all levels of its demonic form. Parts from all manner of
creatures phasing in and out of existence all over the place in every
moment. A tentacle replaced with a foot then a claw then a tentacle
again then a tongue. Every new piece appearing and disappearing from
the red mist of its center as it walked in a perfect sequence so that
the creature never fell or stumbled. No head could be seen on the
monster, but eyes moved along the outside of the thick red mist that
formed the inner body. When it spoke to Sir Trenton it felt like
voice boomed from around the room.
“Why are you in my home?” the monster's voice tore a hole in
reality and with a loud snap in the air ghosts appeared in the den.
“To stop you from terrorizing the lands,” Sir Trenton said as he
nervously pulled out his sword. He was picked for this mission due to
his mighty strength...but could he really do this?
“Terrorizing? Explain human.” The monster closed in.
Sir Trenton shook. “You've been taking livestock from the
villagers as they grazed. This has damaged their livelihoods and they
may not make it through the winter. The king cannot supplement the
people for the damage you've caused forever.”
The monster's eyes all rolled in disbelief. “Unbelievable. Those
animals were yours. Fine I'll go hunting in the woods to the South.
Brand your life stock next time. And put that sword away. You look
ridiculous. What kind of decent person tries to ask someone to do
something with sword in their hand? Some knight. Now leave. I was
reading a good book.”
Sir Trenton left, a little unsure as to what kind of book the
monster would want to read anyway.
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