Unlike many entries I've not got a lot to say. Bit tired. Bit more tired. Also a dash of distracted, watching with peripheral vision as my flatmate plays Animal Crossing. I've no desire to take part, but it is fun to watch.
I mention that only because I was this close to making today's prompt have a connection to the game. Lots of folks haven't played it, so instead I've imitated the purple of the flowers growing on my friend's island, and the terra cotta echoes the pathways she has everywhere.
And I mention that in case you are inspired by thoughts of the game, in which case use that! These prompts are only ever to prompt. You need not use them to take part, we just want to help motivate your words and give you a place to share them.
Ready? Set? Go islanders! Er, writers!
Martians in the Manuscript
She was wearing a flowery dress and the first thought she had was that she was dressed completely inappropriately for being kidnapped by a Martian. She was having a picnic on her own, sitting on one of the floating boulders, when he stepped out of the shadow of the blue shrubbery…
It wasn’t a costume party, Rhonda had assured Yvonne when she invited them in, “Marla just loves Marvin!” She and Vance both wore homemade Marvin the Martian costumes: red tights and olive-green tutus, all festively bedecked with colorful sequins. Bicycle helmets with shoe brushes perched on top completed the ensemble…
The aliens were deeply unimpressed with all of the confusion. No, of course they didn’t call themselves Martians. They were themselves. It was everyone else who was someone else! And no, they didn’t call their ten-budded ships flying saucers, who’d do that? It was entirely obvious these were flying family homes. It just went on, and on like that too…
“Wow,” Kl’yd said around a mouthful of what Kel had so proudly presented to him after dinner. It looked like a dessert, but in his mouth it felt more like soft cheese and fingernails. And why the kark was it such a weird shade of green?…… Kel was smiling and waiting for what she hoped would be praise for her efforts.
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