SciFi Daily Prompt 3 This month, I’m participating in Camp NaNoWriMo. My goal? I have never written science fiction, but would like to because anything can happen! I think it’s really fun and the type I will be writing is silly and non-sensical…likely with made up science and technology because I’ve never understood that stuff very well. I am aiming to write 500 first thought words each day in the morning to put my own writing projects first and get all the creative juices flowing. I’ll be using my Science Fiction Prompts resource I created for my clients and students. I’ll practice free writing so I will not be editing afterward or during. The only things I might change are if there are obvious spelling errors as I’m going along. Otherwise, this is purely straight from my wild mind and onto the page…eek! Feel free to join me or follow along. Day 2 Prompt: This gave a whole new meaning to garbage disposal. Photo by Tom Swinnen from PexelsDaily Goal: 500Word Count: 584This gave a whole new meaning to garbage disposal. The birds circled the area with increased lazy pursuit. They feigned a lack of interest when they were hungry for new garbage. Their own flesh and their own blood was no longer satisfying these cannibal black feathered monsters. They were bigger than the ravens on earth. Their eyes were beadier than those glassy, balck-eyed creatures. And their eyes were redder than the earthlings. These giant raven aliens’ feathers were broader and wider than those on earth. Their necks sagged with the gagaciousness gagging throat skin, hanging with that wretchedness of those of turkey vultures, but these seemed more demonic than the rubbish collectors on earth. Their eyes flitted and darted about the rows of houses, looking for a twitch, for a waft of a stench. There were few areas cleaner and tidier than Locklandaga, the major city on Noro’s largest moon, of the habitable moons, Newtein. Locklandaga held a special meaning to those who lived, or survived there. It was all about perspective. They were able to start fresh. These birds were part of that fresh start. The garbage was never collected in a refuse area or dumpsite, instead these giant birds would circle and prey on and clean up what was left over and these aviary magicians would make the clutter and disgusting ick disappear. For the Chorrupsi family, Locklandaga was a sign of promise, the black birds were signs of hope, signs to erase everything that was wrong about their previous lives before they came Newtein and trekked to find Locklandaga. So many things had passed in their minds as they meandered and miraged, held hands in fear of what mind come from behind a dune and rear their maggoty heads at them. The Chorrupsi family consisted of the mother and father, Lina and Tim and their five children, Corai, Newla, Nita, Seb and Trulobe, each named for gods on their home planet of Nextine. They had struggled once the new emperor, Nonthroganoshticoy had taken power. He had overthrown the, at the time, current infrastructure and enslaved some of the workers immediately. He hoped that they would submit to him right away and then convince the rest of the peoples of how beneficial it was to follow him. But, Nonthroganoshticoy was mistaken. There was a brutal battle waged by the initial group of enslavement. Lina and Tim took their whole Chorrupsis right away via escape vessels run by rebels to surrounding moons of nearby planets. Noro orbited Newtein in a chaotic and wobbly manner, often making the scientific groups question the trajectory of the moon, but they’d studied it for years and it always got back on a suitable course, so far at least. The Chorrupsis didn’t feel they had a choice. They simply had to get out. They felt tremendous gratitude for the pilots of the escape vessels. They were good people, the Chorrupsis and they felt like they deserved a fair chance to raise their girls in a place free from fear and whilst they felt afraid, they wanted to allow their girls an opportunity. Newtein was a place out of necessity that really did dispose of all of the garbage in the Chorrupsis lives. They wondered if it would always feel like a time of gratitude. They wondered if these birds would present a new sense of fear, but could it be that these large black birds could be like those on earth, symbolizing the embodiments of change and transformation?
SciFi Daily Prompt 2 This month, I’m participating in Camp NaNoWriMo. My goal? I have never written science fiction, but would like to because anything can happen! I think it’s really fun and the type I will be writing is silly and non-sensical…likely with made up science and technology because I’ve never understood that stuff very well. I am aiming to write 500 first thought words each day in the morning to put my own writing projects first and get all the creative juices flowing. I’ll be using my Science Fiction Prompts resource I created for my clients and students. I’ll practice free writing so I will not be editing afterward or during. The only things I might change are if there are obvious spelling errors as I’m going along. Otherwise, this is purely straight from my wild mind and onto the page…eek! Feel free to join me or follow along. Day 2 Prompt: The orbs floated overhead, pausing above each guest. They were smelling them and… Photo by Josh Sorenson from Pexels Daily Goal: 500Word Count: 431The orbs floated overhead, pausing above each guest. They were smelling them and…with each sniff, it seems, they were sending signals back to the mother ship. The mother ship, if that is what you could really call it was a giant orb, blue in color so that it hid well in the sky of Pacific California. The sunshine glinted off of the orb, but in such a way that it created the classic sparkle of a California dreamin’ day, not in an eerie or unusual way. That in itself was rather eerie and unusual. However, these orbs were a new development that came in the span of time of the change of seasons. It was the season of spring and as the flowers bloomed, it was as though the pollen brought upon with it orbs. Just a few at first, like spring blossoms de-petaling and the pink petals flowing freely and then being able to let go of their own expectations, but instead it was the need to settle. These orbs took up the fragrance of others and encapsulated it. That must be what they were doing. To the residents of Jordan Heights, up in the cliff hills, they were oblivious at first, only the birdwatchers began to notice, but it was clear that nobody believed them for their odd tendencies to observe unidentifiable flying objects except with their high powered binoculars, but they did bring it upon themselves to write down all of the details of when they began seeing these orbs. They also were the ones who noticed the mothership blue orb first, too. Ornithologists are the people who might seem the least likely to adopt the ideals of alien life forms, but they can on occasion argue for the existence of dinosaurs in the modern era, which they assert are their two legged winged friends. So, they were willing to detect the change. Their birds’ migration habits are a little different from last year as they are returning from a winter down south where it was warmer for them. A few trickled in earlier than usual. And then there weren’t as many birds returning in mass. It seemed like the birds were coming in a flighty and trickly pattern, which is unusual. Everything was unusual. Everything was unusual except for Herpert. Herpert was in his element. And it was Herpert who was doing the collecting of smells from the orbs when they thought that it was on its way to the mother ship. Herpert had been able to redirect the scents in his scent collector which was…
SciFi Daily Prompt 1 This month, I’m participating in Camp NaNoWriMo. My goal? I have never written science fiction, but would like to because anything can happen! I think it’s really fun and the type I will be writing is silly and non-sensical…likely with made up science and technology because I’ve never understood that stuff very well. I am aiming to write 500 first thought words each day in the morning to put my own writing projects first and get all the creative juices flowing. I’ll be using my Science Fiction Prompts resource I created for my clients and students. I’ll practice free writing so I will not be editing afterward or during. The only things I might change are if there are obvious spelling errors as I’m going along. Otherwise, this is purely straight from my wild mind and onto the page…eek! Feel free to join me or follow along. Day 1 Prompt: When the otter’s tail clicked into place with fine-tuned mechanical precision, I knew there was an issue. Photo by David Selbert from PexelsDaily Goal: 500Word Count: 940When the otter’s tail clicked into place with fine-tuned mechanical precision, I knew there was an issue. I had seen an inappropriately large amount of otters since I had moved into the area, but I thought it was simply because of the widely wooded area with swampy rivers. They need trees to build their dams and they need water to dam, right? That’s what I thought, at least. I had been minding my own business on a Monday morning, whistling my way to work, you know how it is. And I got to seeing that these otters then seemed on their way to work, too, which I thought was cute at first. I hadn’t had my coffee, you know? And then, I watched as they started to simultaneously thump their tails in time with each other. I saw that each thump of their tails seemed to call more and more woodland creatures and wildlife to the river, but now I don’t think that these were the creatures they appeared to be. I think that they are, well, I think that they are robots. I don’t know who to talk to and I am afraid that they are recording my cell phone, so I don’t feel like it’s safe to call anyone or text anyone about this. It feels like they are watching me all the time now. It’s been five days so far and it’s really creepy. So, that’s why I am keeping this journal. I’m glad I kept my dad’s NASA pen, I never knew where he got it from, but it helps to be able to write wherever and on whatever I can. The idea is that if something happens to me that at least there will be a record. Although I don’t know if it’d ever be found, at least I can write underwater. Come to think of it, I probably could write underwater since these otters can’t really live in water since they appear to be robots. Well, now that I think about it, I see that I’ve gotten rather confused and carried away with my words. These aren’t otters, these are beavers. Well, robot beavers. I know otters will hold hands with each other while they are in a group and that’s really sweet, which is what I thought I saw these otters, I mean beavers, doing. But, I wonder if there is some sort of network where they have to make a physical connection to be able to do something to upload data. So, I watched them from my walk to work at the local gas station. And then I saw how they slapped their tails, their giant leathery paddles of tails, but then one of them started to twitch after slapping some mud. I had discovered they were building dams on the sides of the roads after a couple days. I thought it was odd, but you know, I’ve never been an animal person. I think this might be better if I talk into a battery operated, portable, old-fashioned tape recorder things like I had when I was little, so I’ll switch to that when I get a chance to find it. It’s probably in an old bag in the cedar closet. Well, you see, I saw one of the beaver tails get all twitchy and off to the side, like it got all out of joint location. Then, after it did a buzzing of shivering motions, it’s tail just clicked back into place and then, my own body starting those buzzing, shivering motions, but I’m no robot, I was terrified. I tried to like, avert my eyes as soon as I’d seen it. Because then it turned toward me where I’d been in the gas station window and it fixed its beady little red eyes onto me and I turned away and began rearranging the cigarettes above the registers. Luckily, so I was told, there’d been an issue with shoplifting, so we had mirrors that faced outside as well as inside so no matter where I stand in the little cashier area at the gas station, I can see pretty much anywhere. So, I watched this little guy, after his clunky, thumpy tail clicked into place and he seemed to go back to normal. But, for me, watching him do that with his tail, or her tail, I guess, I can’t tell the difference between a man and lady beaver, but are they even beavers anyway? Robot beavers? It looks so stupid even to write it. But, I know what I saw. Well, I know that I saw something ridiculous, too ridiculous that it had to be true. Too ridiculous. I wanted to tell a couple of my buddies from the club, but now I’m not sure who I can trust. I’m just keeping my eyes peeled and I’m laying low to see what else I notice over the next few days. I’ll try my best to keep a record of what I see and learn. But, if it’s not safe for me to write something down, I won’t. I might try an old-fashioned voice recorder like I said, butttttt……oh no. Oh, no. I can see there are more of them. And what is that? What is that glinting in the sky? All of the beavers have stood up on their hind legs and are walking toward me. They are all walking, waddling in unison. They are moving toward the gas station. I have to act natural. I’ll just be putting my notebook in my inner pocket of my shirt. So, this is not how I thought today would go, I… Join my email list and get access to a free resource, “30 Science Fiction Prompts to Power Up Your Creative Writing Game.“ Happy Writing! Molly x