And another writing challenge. I haven’t completed my entry for this one yet, though. I’ll probably post it later today.
Daily Archives: February 5, 2012
I found another writing competition to enter. I like these things. This one has nine story cubes, like dice, that generate nine little pictures as prompts. In addition, there’s a 350 word limit. Good idea for a creative writing competition, Hannah.
Here’s my entry.
By Roger Engle
The shooting star arced across the sky. It seemed like a streak of light, but that’s because it was moving so fast. There was a roar, the ground trembled and they realized it was approaching, not simply crossing their field of view. A thundering roar, the fireball skimmed the treetops, crashing a half-kilometer from them. The explosion knocked them down with a shockwave and heat from the blast.
Tommy woke up first. He aroused the others. Corey was covered in ashes and debris. They found him, shoes knocked off, red socks showing. Derrick slapped him to wake him.
Corey looked at Tommy, Simon and Derrick, puzzled.
“Come on, man! Get up!” said Tommy. “Where are your shoes?”
Corey noticed his feet with surprise, and then found his shoes. Putting them on he suggested they go examine the crater.
The boys ran through the woods until they reached a steaming furrow in the ground, uprooted trees, piled dirt on both sides, marked the spot clearly. Steam and smoke obscured their vision. They followed the furrow and saw an object glowing at the bottom of the crater. Sheep from a nearby farm could be heard bleating senselessly
The object was shaped like a rectangular box with glowing symbols on it. As they stood there watching, it opened with a hiss. They were surprised to find a book inside. On the cover was printed, in English, the words, “How to Save Your Planet”.
“What the heck?” said Simon, wonder in his eyes “Really?”
They heard a crunching noise, saw a man touch down through swirling mist, his parachute falling behind him. He had a patch on his shoulder in the shape of a lightning bolt. As he slipped out of his harness his weapon came up. “You boys will have to come with me.”
Ten minutes later a troop transport truck cleared the rise behind them and stopped within yards of the crater. Soldiers poured out, surrounded them, weapons at ready. Following the orders given them, they climbed the ladder into the truck. Where were they taking them?