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Friday Fiction: ToiBox Edition No. 004 #fridayreads (spy, cabin, sentient plant, map)

fridayfictionPrompt #214287205

Topic/Theme: spy | Location/Setting: cabin

Character(s): sentient plant | Object(s): NA

 Action: NA | Random Additive: map

Florsentient

“What’s your name, pretty flower?…Come on, tell me please. I know you can understand me. I saw you squeeze out the cabin walls, and besides, you paused when I yelled stop.”

The pretty flower did not respond. The little girl decided it was time to be just a little bad and make this crawling plant talk to her. First she breathed hot heavy breath on the flower, then she shook its stem, and finally she plucked one tiny leaf and the flower swatted at her.

“I knew you were alive…I mean, all plants are alive, but you’re like me alive, walking and talking. Oh please, won’t you talk to me. I’m sorry about your leaf. I hope you’re not forever damaged.”

The flower crossed its leaves and lowered its petals, finally revealing its face hidden underneath a bushel of anthers. There were black twitchy eyes at the base of the green pistil that had a bright yellow stigma, a perfect resemblance of a nose. There was no mouth to speak of, but the anthers seems to be honing in on the girls face and voice, like antennae seeking a good signal, most possibly the location of the ears.

After a good long look the girl became concerned. “You can’t talk can you? I mean, not the way I do?”

The flower shook its petals from side to side and the little girl clapped her hands.

“Oh oh, it doesn’t matter. You can answer yes and no questions, can’t you?”

The flower shook its petals again, this time up and down.

“Are you an alien?”

The flower shook no.

“Are there others like you?”

The flower hesitated, then shook yes, and then no.

“Well, what does that mean?…Wait. There are more like you, but not many. You’re all going away, right?”

The flower shook its petals up and down and then wilted a few leaves.

“Oh no,” said the little girl. “Is it my fault? Did I do it?”

The flower shook no.

“I want to help you. There has to be something I can do to help…Wait, you were trying to get into our cabin. What did you want there?”

The flower shrugged its leaves.

“Oh right, yes or no questions. There must be a better way for us to communicate.”

The flower shook its petals rapidly and waved its leaves.

“So there is a better way to communicate; I just need to figure out what it is…Should I take you inside?”

The flower shook yes.

The little girl bent down to scoop the roots up, but the flower protested by waving its leaves. The girl paused and noticed the flower uprooting itself, keeping all its roots intact, while slowly losing vertical stature. Soon the whole flower was lying flat, and it was inching like a worm toward the girl’s hand. Finally she carefully picked it up and carried it into her cabin.

Once in, the girl looked down at the flower and could sense that it was already missing the comfort of the moist soil, so she decided to put it in a glass of water. Once in the water, the flower began to dance about. The little girl was so tickled that she almost didn’t notice the words forming in the glass. The flower stretched, twisted, and twirled its roots around to spell out the word “Hello.”

“Oh my goodness! That’s how you talk. That is so cool!”

Thank you”, spelled the flower.

“So now I can ask you almost anything. So,…what is your name?”

Melfor.”

“Well Melfor, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Abby.”

Abby friend?

“Oh yes. I’m totally a friend. Remember, I want to help you. What can I do?”

Map?

“You’re looking for a map?”

Yes.

“A map where?”

Refuge.

“A what? I don’t know that word, sorry.”

Safe place.

“Oh, okay. You’re looking for a map to a safe place. Probably a place that has more of your kind, right?”

Yes.

“What does the map look like?”

Leaf.

“Um, um, well, um. Can you tell me a little more? I mean, there are plants all over this place and they all have leaves. I need a little more to go on.”

Big shiny leaf.

“Huh, big shiny leaf…okay.”

You find…You bring in.

“Oh right. That big leaf I found in the woods. Dad didn’t believe me. He said that type of plant was tropical and didn’t grow around here, but sure enough I found it in the woods just down the road.”

Me see leaf?

“Oh sure, just wait here…Well, I guess you have to, being in the glass and all. Anyway, I’ll be right back.”

Abby rushed way to retrieve the special leaf she’d discovered only a few days ago. In her absence, Melfor went to work carrying out the dual purpose of his staged encounter with the girl. The last male of his kind, he needed access to an international delivery system to help spread his seeds around the world to all the females, in one final attempt to relaunch the species. His targets for delivery were the clothes of the human man who lived there. He was a pilot and a perfect Trojan for spreading Melfor’s seeds.

After a quick sweep of the room, Melfor was delighted to see that the pilot’s jacket, hat, and briefcase were in plain sight, resting on a hook next to the front door. The whole cabin, inside and out, was carved of wood. Some pieces, while damaged and long dormant, were still alive and eager to lend support to their sentient cousin. Walls, floors, and even a few pieces of furniture splintered, fragments floated over Melfor as he sprayed them with his seeds, and then crash landed onto the pilot’s things. Melfor and his cousins knew many of the seeds and splinters would be dusted away on sight, but just enough should latch on and ride the pilot to some far away destination to seek fertilization.

Abby came rushing back in with her rare leaf and presented it to Melfor. “Here it is Melfor. Now what?”

Water.”

“You want me to put water on it?”

Yes.”

“A lot or just a little? Should I put it in a glass like you?”

Sprinkle.”

“Oh, okay. I can just sprinkle some water on it.”

Abby sprinkled some water on the big shiny leaf and it began to glow. Abby almost dropped the leaf, but managed to hold on to it once she realized it wasn’t burning or buzzing or anything else, but glowing.

Shaking so much as to splash water out of his glass, Melfor gained Abby’s attentions and spelled out, “Put me on.

Abby shook her head, but Melfor insisted. Finally, she picked him up and placed him on the leaf. With soaking roots pressed against the shiny surface, Melfor began to spell out more words. Abby was sad but didn’t know why. “What’s happening?” she asked.

Time to go.”

“No, I just met you. I’m not sending you away yet.”

You help…You send.

“But, I just…”

You say…You help…Please send.”

Abby was quite for a moment. Her hands began to shake as Melfor wrapped his leaves around the larger leaf supporting him. Finally Abby conceded. “Fine, how do I send you away?”

Window.”

Abby crept to the window, taking her time as she fought back tears. “No one’s ever going to believe me. They’ll all just think I’m the crazy girl who talks to plants.”

Florsentient.”

Abby sniffled. “What’s that? I don’t know that word.”

I florsentient…Melfor, florsentient.”

“Oh got it. Well, little florsentient, I hope to get to wherever it is you’re going.”

Thank you…Abby friend.”

Abby opened the window and let the breeze roll over her hand a moment before letting go. A tear fell from her eyes when Melfor didn’t look back, but then she thought, may he couldn’t. He couldn’t sit up very well without something to support his roots. Then she walked over to the phone and dialed 1.

“I did it Dad. Just like you said. I made friends, recorded him interacting with the cabin, and then planted the tracking tag…You won’t hurt him, will you?”

“No honey, I won’t hurt him. I just want to help him, but I knew he’d never talk to me. That’s why I needed my number one spy on the job. You did a good job sweetheart.”

1401 words

Day Month June 26, 2015 – Prompt #0269138167

Topic/Theme: quest | Location/Setting: inside

Character(s): NA| Object(s): weapon | Action: confuse | Random Additive: NA

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Friday Fiction: ToiBox Edition No. 003 #fridayreads (goal, desert, record, hail)

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Prompt #1059126187

Topic/Theme: goal | Location/Setting: desert

Character(s): NA | Object(s): record/cd/tape

Action: NA | Random Additive: hail

Musical Indulgence

It’s been months since I’ve heard from headquarters. It’s a good thing I ranked number one in solitary survival back at the academy, but even I’m beginning to think I might not make it to the next exchange. It’s not even about the provisions anymore; I just want to talk to someone who’ll talk back. I must find the mental fortitude to withstand this isolation and meet the next exchange.

My diffusion pump remains my primary source of water, though I was blessed with a flood a few weeks back. I’ve rationed the excess to the best of my abilities, but irrigation is greedy. Almost all my flood water goes to that. Not one to dream of snow, I never though the desert would get the best of me, but it seems I’ve been wrong about a lot of things. I’m just so tired of being alone and working so hard just to survive, when I can’t see an end in sight.

Each morning I rise to hang shading film across my eighth acre of crops. Of course to do so, I must wake before the sun rises so I can cover my body in protective shrouds. If I don’t hang the translucent SPF shade over the crops, the sun will burn them, no matter how much water I put on then. Then each night before the moon rises I change into my thermal gear in just enough time to pull the shading film away and replace it with heating springs. It takes me almost two hours each night to spread out the tiny tubes that release heat above my crops, keeping them from freezing each night.  The worst part is when a hail storm blows through. All I can do is hope the damage isn’t too bad.

I typically have about a one to two hour window for hunting. Since I chose leafy greens as my preferred crop, there’s no room or time to grow sources of protein. In actuality, I don’t mid the hunting anymore. This dry patch of terrain seems to be overrun with reptiles of varying size and color, all to which taste just like chicken to me- all except those these reddish-orange ones with the tiny horns on their tails. I’ve learned to keep those off my menu.

Between daily and nightly preparations for basic survival, I barely have time to catalog my inventory and prepare it for the exchange, assuming it’s still coming. But when I do find those sweet moments in darkest hours of the night, I cherish them. I almost don’t want to let go of my inventory; it’s become my treasure, my most precious procession, and sadly my reason for living. I struggle to survive everyday just so I can secure a few hours a night to explore the ruins below and indulge in the magical manifestation known as music.

When I came down here, people back home called me a fool. They said I’d never find an archive, but after only a week, I struck gold. I was the first, but soon others came down in search of other long-lost treasures: paintings, sculptures, toys, printed books, period clothing, grandfather tech, and so much more. I of course set out to find music.

When I first broke through the catacombs and repelled down into the old vault, I was disappointed. I’d thought I’d stumbled upon a vault of grandfather tech, but then I saw the vinyl records hang on the walls sealed behind glass casing. I ran to them salivating and came across a tower of cassette tapes and cds. Then I turned and looked back at what I had presumed were servers used to store code. I realized that those machines didn’t story code; they stored music.

For a week I forgot my training and lost my objective. My goal may have been to explore, locate, retrieve, and restore any remnants of music or musical influences from Earth One, but I was having too much fun to comply. After about a day of playing with witches and flipping through circuits and partially decayed manuals, I got the servers and speakers working. I drowned myself in Muddy Waters, Mozart, Led Zeppelin, Whitney Huston, Benny Goodman, Tchaikovsky, U2, Yanni, Bob Dylan, The Fugees, Pavarotti, Bob Marley, and so many more.

I had no idea who these people were, what they looked like, or how they made their music, but I indulged in every bit of it. Soon I remembered my protocol and realized that I had goals to meet. With my emergency rations about to expire, it was time to set up a survival plan. Every two to three months a ship would land to take stock of the music I was able to catalog, categorize, and convert to into nanodigtal form in exchange for more supplies. They’d stick around a week or two, make me an offer to go back home and give up this base; each time I declined. But’s it’s been almost six months since my last exchange and I think I’m about ready to retire.

I’m ready to go home and see how the music I’ve discovered here has affected the world I grew up in. I wonder how much the discoveries and treasures of this past have blended into the mold of my present- its future. It’s time for me to stop living out my days in the ruins of a long dead world inhabited by innocuous mutated reptiles. It’s time to give someone else a change to discover the wonders and magic of music from Earth One. Though they are no longer viable, if I do ever get out of here, I’ll be taking some of the vinyl records with me. They will be a reminder of the time I spend here, on Earth One.

970 words

May 29th, 2015 – Prompt #214287205

Topic/Theme: spy | Location/Setting: cabin

Character(s): sentient plant | Object(s): NA | Action: NA | Random Additive: map

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Friday Fiction: ToiBox Edition No. 002 #fridayreads (hate, station, alien, guide)

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I apologize upfront. I totally forgot I started this whole short story thing last month. What you are about to read may not be edited, is not well thought out, and was posted at the last minute. Sorry, but maybe it’s not too bad.

Prompt #055372151

Topic/Theme: hate | Location/Setting: station

Character(s): humanoid alien | Object(s): na

Action: guide | Random Additive: na

Begin Anew

“I been waiting a long time to take a crack at some alien scum.” Private Glen has disassembled and reassembled his weapon four times already and was beginning to twitch and sweat as Lieutenant Hayes approached.

“Slow your roll Private Glen. We’re only here for support, in case something goes wrong. No one’s taking a crack at anything or anybody today.”

“Lieutenant, give me a break. I’ve done my duty. I deserve a chance to show what I’m made of.”

“That may very well be true Glen, but today may not be the day to do so. This is a peace mission and we are to stand down until such a time as our special skills are actually needed. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir, Lieutenant Hayes. Peace mission. Got.” Glen stood stiff and saluted as Lieutenant Hayes acknowledged his compliance and then moved on to address the other members of their elite squad.

“Glen, when you gonna learn to keep all your crazy thoughts to yourself? You’re gonna get yourself reassigned. I can’t even believe you made it this far.”

“Oh screw you Patterson. My mouth doesn’t get me in any amount of trouble that my skill can’t get me out of. I have the best shooting and tactical recorded here, even better than our beloved Lieutenant.”

“And yet he’s Lieutenant and you’re not. Maybe just take it easy this once. Besides, for all we know these aliens will be the answers to all our problems. They could have cures to diseases and unlimited energy sources.”

“Well if you wanna believe that fairytale bs go on; as for me, I’m keeping my scope clean. I just wish this station didn’t have so many reflective services. God knows they didn’t consult the military when they built this welcome mat. There’s too many points of entry and…”

“Oh please give it a rest. Why are you so down the aliens’ arrival? It’s not like this is some unprovoked attacked. They contacted us decades ago and warned us that they were coming. If they wanted to obliterate us, why haven’t they done it yet?”

“Patterson, I don’t give a crap about any of that. It’s my God-given human right to hate aliens; creatures from outer space coming to my home planet and making demands. Build us a welcome station and we’ll come- my big round a…”

“Whoa there Glen. Lighten up.”

“I won’t lighten us. I joined up so I could be a warrior, be a hero, but everybody just wants peace. I can’t shoot the Ruskies- their friendly now, I can’t shoot the A-rabs- they’re on board with peace treaties and holding out to see what the aliens got, the Chinese finished that great wall and nobody goes in or out… If I don’t get to shoot somebody soon I’m going to lose it. “

“You know Glen that was really insensitive, a little cray, and maybe even a little racist. I think it’s good that people are trying to create peace and I don’t think it’ll put us out of jobs. Maybe we won’t need to use these particular skills, but there will always be a need to help police nations.”

“Whatever, Patterson. I…”

The ground began to shake and the sky grew dark. The alien vessel had entered earth’s atmosphere almost completely undetected. A lone fighter jet served as guide to escort the egg-shaped colossus toward the welcome station.  A blue and gold plume of clouds haloed the vessel as it lugged across the skyline.

Waves welled in the ocean as the vessel flew over, slowly reaching its destination on an inhabited island in the Pacific, beyond the Hawaiian Islands. Slowly the fighter jet circled the opening of the welcome station, two times, before heading back to the main land. The new arrival could clearly see where they were to land now and began to make their descent.

Lieutenant Hayes and his team stood in position on the far wall of the elongated and open-topped hanger behind all the scientist, officials, political, and religious leaders, ready to defend or to salute. Hayes raised his left hand and swiped it back and forth over his eyes, silently given the command to set sights. He and his fellow officers pulled out binoculars while the armed privates looked through their scopes.

As the vessel ceased to advance and hovered in place, just above the new Joined Nations symbol, an air lock could be heard releasing. A cool rush swept over the area then the egg’s, once metallic, finish began to dull to a pale grey and the appearance of a door came into view. The door slid up and opened in one swift movement and a voice projected from within.

“Thank you people of earth for the lovely reception.” The voice echoed throughout the space in multiple languages, but managed not to sound jumbled. Whatever language one was more comfortable with, that’s the one that was heard most clear. Finally the new arrival announced its presence. “Please do not be frighten by my appearance; it is not too much unlike yours. I am coming out now.”

Slowly descending from invisible steps, a scarlet figure appeared in a stunning masculine form. It was a tall slim figure that walked upright like a human and resembled humanity greatly. However, this figure had no hair and no visible outer ears or nose. There were slits and holes in place where the organs were located, and the scarlet skin almost seemed to glow.

Finally the figured turned and address the crowd gathered as cameras rolled and lights flashed. “I’ve come to bring peace to this land in exchange for sanctuary. My planets sun in dying and this is the only other galaxy with a similar planet for me and my few companions to seek refuge.”

On the far wall of the hanger, Glen’s scope was in line for a perfect shot and he was ready to take it. “Yeah right you’re here to bring us peace; you red alien scum.”

His shot fired and hundreds ducked to the ground and took cover. Glen’s comrades abandoned their weapons and tackled him to the ground. Scientist in lab coats rushed to shield the alien, willing to sacrifice their life to preserve his. Then suddenly everything stopped and reset.

Glen was standing at his post, holding a hot rifle, and wondering what happened to the shot. Next to him stood a tall red man. Everyone around them was frozen in place, staring at them fully aware of what was happening, but unable to move and speak out. Finally the alien spoke.

“I told you I came to bring peace to this world and I aim to do so, no matter how long it takes.” The red man reached forward and placed his hand on Private Glen’s head. A red light pulsed throughout his body.

Moments later, everyone was released from their paralysis and feeling anxious. Everyone looked around wondering what happened to Private Glen. The red man stood in front of his egg-shaped dwelling and tilted his head as if he were trying to understand what all the commotion was about; then the baby cried and all else was silent. The alien spoke once again.

“My people evolved away from hatred many centuries ago, but we teach of its evils to our younglings so as not to repeat the past. This one was beyond repair and must begin anew. Someone please, take young Private Glen  and be sure not to teach him how to hate this time around.”

1262 words

Friday May 1, 2015 – I’ll get back to you. Check the side panel later.

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