This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
Prompt ~ SPACE JUICE
by John Yeo
A new alcoholic drink was tested by a group of consumers with extremely vivid imaginations. They were asked to savour the delights of Space Juice and report on the taste and the effect.
The following are the reflections of one man who was to become an accomplished author.
‘We came upon a fast flowing river with water that powered a water mill. Forceful water that dashed and tumbled over moss covered purple rocks. We followed the odours of fresh baked bread mingling with the delicious smell of deep fried fish with a version of cheese and rough red wine. A structure made of a synthetic substance housed the strangers. There was a notice pinned to the door in what appeared as hieroglyphics, the nearest recognisable translation would be ‘Space Juice’
This discovery was made in a dense unexplored rainforest. We knew we had found the survivors of a spacecraft that had crash landed.
The mission had been going to plan. After a smooth takeoff there had been a collision on the way through the asteroid belt. A tiny rock had pierced the fuel tank and a portion of the fuel had drained away, the ship crash landed in the jungle having run out of space juice and the surviving members of the crew were to spend 10 years in the jungle.
Space Juice is a stimulant that will take you on a journey out of this Covid diseased, lockdown world.’
I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 22/06/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.
“Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”
This incredible greeting was made by a very tall American, wearing a large stetson with a clerical collar, who appeared from a hut as they entered an Indian village in the Brazilian jungle. “Hi!” Replied Marg,” The wind blows freely in the jungle.” “Glad to meet you, Madame Marg. I have been expecting you, I’m Father Michael. Everything has been prepared, we have a meal ready for you and there is a pile of packages for your attention.” “I see now why we had to have an identification routine. I couldn’t understand why, when Don Fernando’s message came over the radio.” Then another figure appeared from the hut, wearing combat fatigues, Angelo grinning all over his face stepped forward. Marg was delighted. “Hi! What are you doing here?” “I am here to travel with you all the way to Miners Hill, there is a cloud of suspicion to counter.” “What!”
I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 15/06/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.
“At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.”
“Great Scott!” Yelled the Professor. They were tracking through dense jungle after Paul Strang safely landed the lightning-stricken helicopter. Marg decided to head North, following bearings transmitted from Don Fernando’s team. “Look at that!” Paul instantly bent to pick the shining object up. “No!” Shouted the Professor. “Leave it!” “Why?” Questioned Paul. “That is no toy!” Came the stern reply.
“That is either the droppings of a poisonous giant Gadfly, fatal to the touch or…….” “Yes” interjected Marg. “Be careful Paul.” “Or” the Professor continued. “The eggs of a glass-blown frozen pterodactyl, blown in Thailand in a prehistorical era.” Marg laughed. “Can glass reproduce?” “A descriptive term, Madame Marg,” replied the Professor. Marg decided to leave the object and press on. One of the party knew exactly what it was, having accidentally dropped it. A radio-controlled tracking device, full of micro-electronics revealing to Dickus exactly where Marg’s team were.
We were exploring the remote dense African jungle, My colleagues and I had a grant from our university to search for rare medicinal plants. Suddenly we were confronted with a raging torrent of water, a tributary to a very large river. There was no way around this obstacle. To continue our journey we would have to find a way across. Then our local guide shimmied up a very large Baobab tree. Perched on a branch he made a very loud piercing whistling call, many times. Shortly after a fleet of canoes arrived to ferry us to the other side.