Daily Prompt: Choose your adventure – The return

Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.

Close up of tree in Feldbrunnen

Reader what intricate plan lead me to be stuck in such a predicament with no exit? Who can tell, who knows, is it the truth, a figment of imagination or all in the imagination. Let us begin at the beginning.

I awoke after my golden oldie midday sleep. Strange shades of darkness appeared in my surroundings, I glanced out of the window, I glanced again and my glance progressed to an examination. The tress had returned and had embedded themselves in the ground around my apartment (see yesterdays daily prompt Never trust a tree). Not only this but I saw no way out, there were branches criss-crossed in front of my windows.

A hollow barking laugh was heard and a rustling noise. My computer was covered with green leaves and a a bonsai tree was growing out of my blue tooth mouse, but it was not blue, it was green. Luckily my blue tooth mouse had been programmed to defend my apple computer and so it attacked, gnashing its blue teeth and sending blue flames into the bonsai tree. This was to no avail, there is no way to overcome the power of a bonsai. The bonsai wrapped its branches around the blue tooth mouse. It was a bonsai of the strangling kind. The mouse began to choke and steam and sparks could be seen escaping from its sensors. It’s last words were “for Apple and Mac” and it died.

The bonsai carved a notch into its branches with one of its twigs. I then noticed that these notches were many in groups of five. There was a hysterical high pitched giggle “and another one bites the bytes” it said as it produced a another blue apple, yes my bonsai was of the apple species and already possessed 15 of its kind in all shades of blue.

“Well done partner” the barking hollow voice echoed from deep in the branches outside my window. I now had one dead blue tooth mouse lying on my desk laying in a pool of blue blood. I should have stayed with the normal logitech mouse, at least they had batteries. If the trees want a war, they shall have one was a thought I had and so I proceeded to the kitchen and was now armed with a spaghetti tongs which were in the dish washer still waiting for their wash.

The branches outside my window quivered “No, not the spaghetti tongs” they screamed and immediately withdrew, enabling a view of the outside world again.

Empty Field in Feldbrunen

The trees had retreated leaving a brown patch of earth. What magical powers did there spaghetti tongs have? Was it because the last time I used them I served a vegetarian spaghetti flavoured with a herb in my garden which seemed to appear from nowhere and grow one meter high within a day. There were still remains of this strange herb on the spaghetti tongs. I pursued the trees armed with the spaghetti tongs, snapping away at each step I took. Eventually the trees sunk their roots into the earth. At last, I thought, what could now possibly go wrong. It was then that the sky darkened and…….

Ok it’s your turn, I have not got a clue how it continues.

Daily Prompt: Choose your adventure – The Return

Daily Prompt: Worldly Encounters – The Return of Bog and the family

16.5.2014
The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?

Stork in flight

“What was that noise outside in the garden. Sounded like something fell.”

“Hello Mrs. Human, remember me, I am Bog from planet Flum. I paid you a visit just over a year ago, so I decided to bring the family, they so want to meet you. Here is Flog, Flig, Flug and Flag, my four little Flumes and may I introduce the wife, Jubbly.”

I rubbed my eyes to see if this was true and saw them, each child resembling a copy of the father, with their three eyes. The wife, being feminine, had two mouths.”

“This time we are a couple of weeks later as I thought those dandelion balls would be finished with their fluffy stuff. I remember suffering from running eyes for a month after my last visit, and Flum months are longer than Earth months. I didn’t think I would be lucky enough to be able to visit again, but it seems Earth loves repeats.”

“Oh yes, they happen all the time in my part of the world, it is almost an addiction for some. By the way is that your space ship circling above us. It very much resembles a bird that we know as stork.”

“Yes, it will stay until we leave. Storks love bringing things, it is in their training.”

“I actually thought they were an earth bird.”

“No, not really, but when our ancestors made the first visits some of them bred on Earth and remained. They had to lose the habit of bringing stuff, otherwise Earth would have suffered from over population. All those earth babies dropping from the sky wrapped in sheets!”

“Oh I see, yes it used to be like that, but now we do it all ourselves.”

“So do we Mrs. Human” and Jubbly spoke with a dreamy look in her three eyes, although having two mouths there was a curious echo to her voice.

“You have four lovely children.”

“They take after their father, although I could do with some vocal support now and again. Flog stop playing with that pointed thing, you might injure youself.”

Flog had discovered my cutlery and was chopping his fingers off with a knife. It was no big problem, they just grew again and the cut off pieces just seemed to disappear in the earth in the garden.”

“Doesn’t that hurt him?”

“No, it happens all the time on Flum, especially when he has a fight with a Grongle tube.”

“A Grongle tube?”

“Yes, they are everywhere on Flum and of course, they have to eat something to survive. It is a recycling course of nature we have. Flog put those chopped off fingers in you pocket and children help Flog to dig them up. We don’t want them being left on Earth. A Grongle might develop and Grongles are not Earth creatures. We have to keep everything in its place on another world.”

I was glad that Mrs. Jubbly Bog was so environment conscious. It was then that she took a strange looking green tube from a fold in her hand. After chewing on it for a few minutes she seemed to have swallowed it.”

“Don’t worry Mrs. Human, we brought our own food with us. It was a Plongle, forming our main diet on Flum. They are very handy, full of the vitamins a Flumeranian needs to tie him over for a few moons and we produce them ourselves..”

And then I noticed that the complete family were chewing on these things. I decided to change the subject.

“How are you and your family progressing with the suggestions I made to Bog about Earth books and television programmes.”

“They were quite good, although a little complicated. The children have now discovered an earth TV person called Miley Cyrus and they find her physical exercises exactly what a growing Flumeranian child needs. See how well they can do it.”

There was then a demonstration of four Flum children all twerking together with Bog clapping his hand to keep the beat and his wife, Jubbly whistling through her two mouths a strange tune.

“What do you think Mrs. Human? Our kids and Mrs. Jubbly are the hit of planet Flum and their tune is now No. 1 in the Flum hit parade. Do you think we could take this Miley Cyrus human back with us, she would be a sensation on Flum.”

“Although there are many humans that would like to see her depart from our planet, I do not think she would be very happy on Flum. Her diet would be a little different to eating tubes. She is more into human food, like meat and salad.”

“Oh, we heard that the Earthlings eat organic matter. That would not be so good we are not so keen on the cannibalistic way of life on Flum.”

“But you eat that tube stuff, don’t they live.”

“No of course not, they are only there to be eaten, that is their purpose in their un-lives.”

There was a rap at the door. When I opened it there was a very impatient stork standing there.

“Time to go Flum family. If you breathe more of this Earth air you might turn into an Earthling.”

“Thankyou for having us Mrs. Human, we will visit again next year if they allow us another reapeat.”

“It was nice to see you all, so same time next year, I am sure you will all be repeated again.”

Daily Prompt: Worldly Encounters – The Return of Bog and the Family