Story number 50 is a great one. It’s another story which is told just through conversation. @froggensays puts the tiniest of spins on the prompt which sets it careening off in an entirely different direction.


STORY NUMBER: 50

PROMPT PROVIDER: @Ch0l0k

AUTHOR: @froggensays

TITLE: Untitled


UCT 4751, Planet QB701-Gamma, Transcript of Initial Survey Mission

“Approaching figure now, on closer inspection appears to be upright bipedal hominid, quite hairy.”

“Received. There’s no record of any higher animals on this planet, must be….  does it appear hostile?”

“Negative…. I think it’s crying.”

“Crying?”

“It may be hurt, approaching with caution.”

“Hello, do you understand me.”

sobbing

“Do you understand us, can we help you?”

“I made this planet.”

“This planet?”

“It seemed like such a good idea at the time.”

“Hominid appears to be male, in his later years, clothed though untidy, communicating in our language.”

“Acknowledged. Find out how he got there.”

“Sir, can you tell us how you got here?”

“I left all these little hints, I thought we could get in touch eventually and they’d be all thanks so much for making us and I’d be all no problem, you know in a nonchalantly proud way.”

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“The people, the people on the planet I made.”

“You made people?”

“Well no, not so much people. I may have given that impression.”

“Sir, can you tell us how you get here?”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s all pointless anyway. Pointless, stupid, waste of time.”

“Um….”

“Might as well not have bothered… I mean look at you lot. Exploring planets, going places…. and who made you? No-one that’s who. Just popped out of the void like so many subatomic particles.”

“Er… and you made some people. Here?”

“No, no, I didn’t make them… I told you.”

“What exactly did you do?”

“Oh you know some chemistry here, some nudges there. An invention, an idea, some visions. I particularly liked the conversion of Paul, bit obvious you might think, but it really got things on track on the publicity front. Jesus had been a terrible mistake you see, grubby violent peasant, not at all what I was trying to get over. And they wrote some lovely songs about me… I really thought it was going quite well.”

“So, ah… Where is this planet then?”

“Well it’s here isn’t it. This one! But they’re gone, they’re all gone. Buried in the dust… left me… all alone…”

“Well, it was nice to meet you but I think maybe we’ll just….”

“No! Don’t leave me!”

“Really we have to be going.”

“Nooooooooo!”


PROMPT: An interplanetary scientific survey finally makes contact with God, but something’s not quite right.