Writing Challenge #1
I'm going to be away today, helping my girlfriend to prepare for a Labour Day BBQ, where I plan to beat a large percentage of my brain cells into submission with alcohol. In any case, I wanted to post something more interesting than an open thread. So, in keeping with this blog's target audience of SF readers and writers, I bring you the very first Blurred Line Blog Writing Challenge.
The assignment is to complete the following passage:
Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its...
Try to keep it under fifty words. Five cool points to my favourites. Ten cool points to anyone who can make me laugh so hard my drink shoots out my nose.
Disclaimer: Cool points may or may not have any real value.
The assignment is to complete the following passage:
Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its...
Try to keep it under fifty words. Five cool points to my favourites. Ten cool points to anyone who can make me laugh so hard my drink shoots out my nose.
Disclaimer: Cool points may or may not have any real value.
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Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its...third eye and focused on the unclean human. Mites and maggot eggs were visible on his skin-unseen by the naked human eye. He would be a tasty treat so with a twitch of its' tentacles, it popped off the humans head and chewed like bubble gum. Human gushers..hmmmm!
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"the alien raised its...fifth leg and let out a horrendous fart which overwhelmed Larry to the point of suffocation."
... the alien raised his probing "tool" and pointed to Larry's wife. Actualy, the guys found you too dirty last time and you don't smell any better this time, so we thought we'd try your wife this time.
Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its eyebrows. "Put that thing away," it burbled. "You're just an old movie plot from the 70's, and I'm cool. This is the 28th century, and aliens are hip, vigilante cops aren't. Sorry Larry."
Larry lowered his raygun and sobbed quietly.
voice in anguished remembrance. Unclean Larry's words came straight from a lullabye the alien's parental unit had sung to him every morning as he fell asleep. His mind awash in nostalgia, the alien, in a plaintive voice called out, "If you must terminate me, please send my remains to the Planet Vernler with this message, 'Never forget the lullabye.'"
"The Planet Vernler?" Larry asked incredulously. "I used to sing that song to my son, Luke. Luke, I am your father."
Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster in a toast to the foolish bounty hunter. Larry's eyes widened as he realized he realized he was on the wrong side of the air lock door. The vacuum of space sucked away his screams.
Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its...
middle finger and said, "Sit on it, monkeyboy. You know, the rest of the Universe is just about had it with you primates. Make a couple trips to the moon and you think you can start waving rayguns in peoples faces? As a race, you are fucking pathetic."
Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its...skirt.
Larry screamed at what he saw. He tried to gouge his eyes out but his hands can't claw through the helmet he was wearing.
The alien laughed diabolically. "And you thought you are the only one with the tattoo of a baby's arm holding an apple on your groin."
Alcohol... ummm...
Well, here goes:
Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its hands and said, "Fuck, man…"
"What?" Larry asked confused, lowering his raygun.
"You're just ruining everything," the alien whined, putting his hands back down.
"What? What's wrong?"
"It's day, you idiot. Day."
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LOL some of these are hilarious. I'm more a 'historic' writer, though I have written a sci-fi novel which I'm seriously debating if I should got do some major editting on it or start a new idea. A much more tame sci-fi novel than you're first sentence...but fun. Ahh the decisions...
Unclean Larry pointed his raygun at the alien. "Go ahead, punk, make my nanosecond."
The alien raised its...
...hand.
"Cut," he said. "I can't do this. I really can't. I can't wear this mask and I can't pretend this suit doesn't smell like stale sex and I certainly can't pretend that going to acting school was the right choice given my current situation."
He paused. Sighed.
"Never mind. Get back to one. I'm ready"
He raised his head, his voice pushed through latex.
"Raaaaaaaar!" he said.
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