Space Eggs

There they are. What might they be?

They’re not from here, that’s for sure.

By the great rings! Those disgusting creatures are stealing the eggs! I’ll kill…

Wait… Not just yet. Look.

This is amazing. I didn’t even expect to find microorganisms so soon, and here we are bringing back eggs. 

Sure is beyond my wildest dreams. Let’s get it up on the…

Wait, something is happening. It seems to be hatching…

A fair mascot attacks Aak fictionspawn

All Work and No Play

The lever! It’s stuck!

It’s coming this way! Run!

The two men ran off, leaving the Spin Devil (TM) running at full speed.

Melvin was hanging on to the restraints as the machine went faster. Something was wrong. It shouldn’t be going this fast. 

He forced his eyes to look around, his mind to focus. He saw fire. Parts of the roller coaster had fallen down. Screaming people was running around on the ground.

The giant park mascot Baggie came walking out of the fire. It was coming this way.

A monster comes out from a book Aak fictionspawn

Deeper Knowledge

…One day, deep in the darkest parts of the old library, he found a book. The words pierced his soul like a summer breeze, like soothing honey, like bare feet in warm sea water.

He sunk into a world he had never known, he swam through knowledge and wisdom. He went deeper, touching the truth beyond it all. He knew there would be light in the end of the tunnel.

Two eyes stared at him…

Bottles of weather Aak fictionspawn

The Weather Maker

Tapping his fingers on the table, he looked at the little bottles in front of him. Eeny meeny miny moe… he stopped at the biggest one. He grabbed it, walked over to the window. Watched the blue sky for a moment, took a deep breath of fresh summer air. The little tap was put tight, he had to struggle for a little while to get it off. Dark clouds came flowing out of the bottle, up towards the skies. They grew. The sky darkened…

A man wit a big hammer Aak fictionspawn

Spikes in the Ground

He punched big spikes into the ground. Big, strong iron spikes, deep into the soil, so the ground would stay put. He knew it would peel off, someday, if he didn’t. It would peel off for good, leaving us all on a hot rock to die.

He knew if he didn’t do it, no one would. He didn’t like it. He didn’t want to do it. He had to.

One day two men came by.

-Why do you punch spikes into the ground? they asked.

-To keep the surface from peeling off, he had answered.

They laughed…

Restricted area. Aak fictionspawn

Restricted Area

Peter crept under the fence, dragging his crutches behind him. Mick was already on his feet, looking down towards the facility further down the hill.

-What do you think is down there? he said.

-I don’t know. I hope we won’t have to run this time, though. I’m not so fast these days.

Peter had broken his leg when he jumped off a container to get out of the old paper factory a month ago. They used to do this, jumping over fences in restricted areas. It had become an obsession.

They walked slowly towards the buildings further down. They could see people moving around, some dressed as scientists, others in guard uniforms. The timing was horrible, with crutches and all, but Mick was always very convincing.

They reached some rows of tube piles giving them shelter, taking them down towards the buildings.

A man came out between the tube rows. (more)