Wednesday Prompt: Interstellar Dance Party

Wednesday Prompt: Interstellar Dance Party.

Authors Note: Here we are once again, me posting late. In honesty I wrote this only 1 day late.... I just never got around to posting it. As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Word Prompt: Interstellar Dance Party

Word Limit: 600

It started in a remote part of the galaxy some 50,000 years ago. Now the anomaly has spread to cover a space over one hundred thousand light years wide, containing many hundreds of inhabited worlds. The galactic council has been keeping an eye on the anomaly but it shows no signs of stopping.

The science academy deemed it worthy of interested 10,000 years ago, but so far they have uncovered no clues as to what is causing the disturbance.

Soon the anomaly will spread to the galactic centre, if the super massive black hole is effected the way other high gravity bodies are, there will be untold damage to the entire fabric of the galaxy. The arms will we thrown off place, it would mean the end of all faster than light travel in the entire galaxy.

There is no guarantee that it will stop there, what if it doesn’t, we have no way of informing the inhabitants of M31 of the impending calamity.

After ten thousand years of study, today is the day that scientists of the galaxy will begin to work out the greatest unsolved mystery of the universe.

It was only recently that the Vox joined the science collective with their FTL capable vessels, capable of surviving the gravitational flux created by the aftermath of the anomaly. With their joining the science collective were finally able to get to the outer edge of the wave and begin monitoring the anomaly from when it first starts.

The ship is in orbit around a red dwarf star when it begins. The star begins to pulsate furiously emitting dangerous amounts of radiation that is absorbed harmlessly by the shielding.

“Sir, the star is being effected by the anomaly, all sensors are functional and recording data.”

The commander of the ship nods his head thoughtfully, there are hundreds of ships around the galaxy taking readings at different stages of the anomaly’s life.

Six hundred years later, at the science directorate, generations of work is coming to fruition. Members of almost all space faring species are present, pouring over the strange movements and gyrations made by every star effected in the galaxy.

The blind molemen of Proxima have changed the oscillations into a background noise that can be heard over the conversations in the room. The molemen are busy slowing down and speeding up the sounds created by the star movement when a small bipedal creature jumps up and yells out “STOP!”

Hundreds of eyes turn to the pink creature, “I think I heard something, a word.” All present in the room mumble about not hearing anything, however the molemen go back over the settings until the creature beams “That’s it.”

“That’s words from a proto-human language called English.”

“It says ‘’”

To understand the importance of this linguists are called in from all edges of the cosmos.

True to form the Zeta Reticulans run analysis. The small gray men stand around in a circle. “Finally we have found the origin of the anomaly”

“Yes, it is centred around the human home world Earth, and it spreads more than 50,000 light years in every direction expanding at the speed of light.”

“But what is it?”

The linguists chime in “It’s a song, a kind of human social activity.”

“why is it effecting the stars.”

“It’s like the stars heard the song and are singing and dancing along.”

“What like some kind of interstellar dance party?” says the tiny pink human.

“Exactly.”

Word Count: 579

Wednesday Prompt: Bunnies are evil!

Authors Note: Second story, Sasha's blog as always can be found over at The Short Story Press.

Word Prompt: Bunnies are evil!

Word Limit: 300

“General Bun Bun, We are honoured to have you at our meeting” A small rabbit squeaked as the gargantuan rabbit known as Bun Bun hopped through the warren into the war burrow.

“I was just stopping through for a sit-rep on the way to the Maternity dens.”

“The Maternity dens sir?”

“Yes, future generations of soldiers are very important.” He says as he gazes at the monitors on the burrow wall. “How goes the works on the eastern front?”

“Very well sir, the humans have no idea of our progress. Our tunneling efforts have proven fruitful as we hit a pocket of thinner soil.” The small rabbit points out a few points on the burrow monitors.

“We have been planting C4 under the foundations of all the buildings in the city. We are at approximately 40% completion. We are ahead of schedule. Warrens all over the world are reporting between 30 and 43% completion of phase one.”

“The humans will never see it coming, we will wipe out their infrastructure. And in time we will wipe the whole species from the face of the planet and take our rightful place as rulers of the planet.” General Bun Bun twitters in excitement.

An hour later after a visit to the Maternity dens General Bun Bun meets up with a brown rabbit wearing a blue jacket and shoes in human style.

“Ah, Senior adviser Peter. How is everything going?” The general inquires as he looks at Peter’s attire, he never ceases to be amazed by this strange rabbit.

“Excellent General. I have just returned from the big city.” He seems eager to say what he has to say “After speaking with another fellow called Peter, I have secured a very important alliance with a subspecies of human who also wish to see normal humans gone.”

The general is aghast, “Who are these people Peter?”

Peter Rabbit smiles, “Midgets.”

Word Count: 316

Wednesday Prompt: There is nothing to fear, except the big bad wolf.

Authors Note: So I have missed a few weeks. But I do have the stories written. Sorry about that everyone. I had to go to a funeral which kinda got me out of the writing.

So i'm posting a few stories right now to get back up to date. As always Sasha's blog can be found over at The Short Story Press.

Word Prompt: There is nothing to fear, except the big bad wolf.
Word Limit: 600

A small face pops around the side of the door “Dad?”

Dad opens one eye to look at the boy, “Aren’t you supposed to be I bed?”

The boy pushes around imaginary dirt with the toe of his foot.

“Have you had your bath?”, “Yes dad.”

“Are you in your pajamas?”, “Yes dad.”

“Have you brushed your teeth?”, “Yes dad.”

“Have I read you your bedtime story?”, “Yes dad.”

“Then why are you standing in my doorway instead of being in bed?”, “I’m scared to go to sleep.”

Dad takes a deep breath and sighs, he throws back the covers and slides his legs out of bed. He shakes his head as he stands. “What are you scared of.” He asks as he puts his hand around his sons shoulder and leads him down the hallway.

The young child shudders slightly. “The other kids at school were telling stories.” The boy says as they walk into his room. Dad pulls back the covers and gestures for his son to get in.

“What kind of stories?” he asks as he tucks his son into bed for the second time that night.

His son pulls the cover up right to his chin, leaving only a very small amount of his tiny face showing. “One was about a little girl in the woods who went missing.” Dad sits quietly as he quite often does,  and listens as his son tries to retell the story.

“She was being nice, and taking food to her grandmother. But she got attacked and all the food got stolen, and she got eaten, and then her grandmother got eaten as well. And she was wearing a red hood.”

“Who was telling these stories son? Was it those three little ruffians from up on the hill?”

His son simply nods, “Ok, I’ll go up the hill tomorrow and I will have a few words with their fathers about telling stories.

The boy rolls over and nods his head. “What other stories did they tell?”

His son thinks for a while before starting again “They told us that the howling you hear at night time is a terrible monster who kidnaps children in their sleep.”

Dad nods, “Anything else?”

“Yeah dad, they said that the monster lives nearby. They said that they overheard their parents talking to each other late at night, that their parents seem scared as well. Because the monster is real, and all the stories are true.”

Dad smiles gently as he rubs his son behind the ears. “You have absolutely nothing to fear my son.”

“How do you know dad? What about the stories?”

“I know because you are my little mischievous wolf, and one day you will grow up nice and strong. And like me, you will be a big bad wolf.” Dad smiles his large wolfish grin “You won’t have to worry about those stories, because those stories will be about you.”

The big bad wolf pats his son on the head, “Now go to sleep son, nothing to worry about.”

As the Big Bad Wolf is walking out the room he spares a quick glance under his son’s bed, he thinks he notices movement. He looks away quickly and heads to his own bed. “Nothing to worry about.” He says to himself as he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

Word Count: 559