Monday, April 6, 2015

E: Eggs, Hard Boiled or Alive?- Flash Fiction

Dragon Egg
photo credit: Dragon Egg via photopin (license)
“When are your cousins coming over for the Easter egg hunt?” Jimmy asked.

 “They should be here in an hour or so.” Henry answered.

“Do you have the eggs?”

 “Sure do!” Jimmy patted his backpack.

The two teens entered the cargo bay through a set of sliding doors. Henry looked at all the metal cargo containers and shelves of supplies strewn throughout the room.

 “The captain said that this would be the best place to set up the egg hunt,” Henry explained.

 “He was right, this is a perfect spot!” Jimmy said, setting his backpack on one of the containers and pulling out two paper bags full of eggs.

 “Hand me one of those bags of eggs.” Jimmy tossed one of the paper bags to Henry.

 “Whoa man! Watch out! You’ll break them!” Henry shouted.

“Relax! They are hard boiled.”

Henry opened his bag and pulled out one of the eggs.

“Did you have these dyed?” Henry asked.

“Um no... was I supposed to?” Jimmy asked, preoccupied with hiding his own set of eggs on the other side of the cargo bay.

 “I guess they’re ok. Where did you get these from?” Henry pondered the third speckled egg before he placed it behind a cargo container.

 Jimmy eyed the white hard boiled egg in his hand, “Um... the galley, where else?”

 “Hmm, ok, I’m done? How about you?” Henry asked.

 “Yup me too!” Jimmy said jumping up from behind the farthest container and followed Henry out of the cargo bay.


 The two teens returned an hour later with three of Henry’s youngest cousins, multi colored baskets swinging in their hands.

“Ok guys! Go find the eggs!” Henry announced gleefully as the doors swished open.

 The three kids rushed into the cargo bay and ran off in all directions. Little shouts of joy and excitement could be heard as one by one the kids found the eggs. When they could find no more they ran back to Henry and Jason to have them counted.

 “Looks like there are still more out there guys,” Henry said eyeballing the baskets and their all white eggs.

 The three kids looked at each other in excitement before running off to find the eggs again.

 After a few minutes the excitement turned into confusion.

“There isn’t any more, we looked!” The older of the three kids insisted.

 Determined to show the kids that they weren't looking hard enough, Henry walked over to a spot he knew he had hid one of his speckled eggs in.

“See look! There’s one right...”Henry froze.

 The egg was gone.

 “OOOh! Eggie!” The youngest of his cousins squealed.

 “Did you find one?” Jason asked.

 “Um, no. It rolled that way.” The older of the three kids pointed.

Confused, Henry headed in the direction that the egg had rolled, hoping to find it.

What he found instead where a dozen creatures clawing through their speckled shells! He ducked as the creatures spat acid at him and narrowly missed him.

 “Run!” Henry yelled!

(This post is inspired by my three year old who, after we dyed the Easter Eggs, decided to ask me where the babies were. -pointing to the Easter Eggs- I was struck with the sudden realization that he knows that some babies come from eggs, and we were about to eat these eggs tomorrow! Oh the HORROR!)







Today's post was inspired by the letter E. E is for: Eggs  as part of the Blogging from A to Z April 2015 challenge! Click on the letter to join on in the fun!

Every day (excluding sundays) I will be writing a post about something that begins with the letter for that day. Most of the time you will find a sci-fi flash fiction piece here.

For Readers: Do you like eating Easter eggs? Do you eat both the white and yellow part?

As always... if you have something that starts with the letter F that you would like me to try to incorporate into tomorrow's short story, I'm always open to suggestions!

Sunday, April 5, 2015

D: A Writer's Musings On Death

The letter D
Today it's late. We've been preparing for Easter stuff all day, decorating eggs, and hiding eggs this evening that I just don't have the time to come up with a sci-fi short for you guys today. I'm terribly sorry. I'll be back to my regularly scheduled flash fiction pieces Monday with the letter E.

Anyhow... today on the eve before Easter (well it's 1am here so I guess it is already Easter- whoops) I wanted to discuss death. Namely two points.

First, once we finished decorating the Easter Eggs my three year old comes up, points to the eggs, and asks where the babies are.

I swear I have no clue how my THREE yr old knows that any sorts of babies come out of eggs- I'm not even sure if he was thinking about chicken eggs. I was primarily mortified that we were going to eat the eggs tomorrow and he's thinking there are babies inside. EEP! 

So I just let him know that no, there are no babies in these eggs. These ones are for eating.

Why, was his next question. Well folks, I'm not about to go there. I just repeated that these ones are for eating.

So, of course, that led me on to thinking about how we first learn, while we are little, about what life and death is. We are sad when we are told our batteries are dead. I have seen people wonder how kids handle a death in the family. Trust me, if they can understand batteries dying than they understand the immensity of a loved one dying.


Some people cry at funerals, some people don't.  Each person has their own unique views on death. Perhaps they are happy or relieved because that person is no longer in pain. Or maybe they think that person has been reborn. And I guess it's just because it is one in the morning but suddenly I realized something else. Spock was reborn... wait, Spock... Star Trek... 

Star Trek has some weird ways of handling death as well!


"He's Dead Jim."- Dr. McCoy, Star Trek 

Oh, we will just stick you in a torpedo tube and launch you into space to the tune of taps. Never mind your family back on Earth or whatever planet they live on. We will send them a video letter letting them know.  How come no one visits grave sites to talk to their loved ones or to leave flowers any more? How did we get so far advanced that this aspect became lost completely.

You can'd blame it on lack of space. It's not like the ship shrank when that person dies. Have you seen the holodeck? They have room to keep a sealed coffin somewhere till their next docking. Ships like Voyager, facing a 30+ year mission home? Ok we can cut them some slack. But how come Spock got the torpedo tube? (Maybe I missed that reasoning in the movie) Why didn't Spock's body get kept so they could deliver it to Vulcan? Of course, then he never would have been reborn. But yeah.

Anyway- I'm sorry for having only the ramblings of a tired writers mind to give to you all today. I promise to write up something cool for Monday though!

Today's post was inspired by the letter D. D is for: Death in Space  as part of the Blogging from A to Z April 2015 challenge! Click on the letter to join on in the fun!

Every day (excluding sundays) I will be writing a post about something that begins with the letter for that day. Most of the time you will find a sci-fi flash fiction piece here.

For Readers: Do you have something that starts with the letter E that you would like me to try to incorporate into monday's short story? I'm always open to suggestions!

For now- I'm heading to bed!


Happy Easter Everyone! Thanks for putting up with my musings today.