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"What are your demands?" asked the Prime Minister.
The gigantic quivering blob, its translucent membrane studded with hairs the size of lampposts, turned to face him (as far as it had a face). "I am the Great Bacteriodon!" it boomed. "I have braved the hollow depths of space to consume and devour." An unpleasant sulphurous smell accompanied its speech. "Tremble, puny humans, at the might of Bacteriodon!"
The Prime Minister observed a small, shiny cylinder hover quietly over to the Great Bacteriodon, sneaking in through a pore the size of a tractor tyre. "If the people of Earth tremble, as you request, will you leave us in peace?" He was stalling by this point.
"Noooooo!" roared the Bacteriodon. "Bacteriodon consume, devour, cause foot odour!!! Bacteriodon has scoured half the galaxy, searching for people to consume, devour, and make smelly. Bacteriodon..." It gurgled for a moment before dissolving into an extremely unpleasant puddle of fluid. The cylinder strode out of this on three spindly legs. Captain Olympus Face of the Martian Pygmy Reserves had delivered the penicillin capsule as ordered.
"Strange," said the Prime Minister, "that this vast invading bacterium should have been so vulnerable to Earth's smallest Martian."
The gigantic quivering blob, its translucent membrane studded with hairs the size of lampposts, turned to face him (as far as it had a face). "I am the Great Bacteriodon!" it boomed. "I have braved the hollow depths of space to consume and devour." An unpleasant sulphurous smell accompanied its speech. "Tremble, puny humans, at the might of Bacteriodon!"
The Prime Minister observed a small, shiny cylinder hover quietly over to the Great Bacteriodon, sneaking in through a pore the size of a tractor tyre. "If the people of Earth tremble, as you request, will you leave us in peace?" He was stalling by this point.
"Noooooo!" roared the Bacteriodon. "Bacteriodon consume, devour, cause foot odour!!! Bacteriodon has scoured half the galaxy, searching for people to consume, devour, and make smelly. Bacteriodon..." It gurgled for a moment before dissolving into an extremely unpleasant puddle of fluid. The cylinder strode out of this on three spindly legs. Captain Olympus Face of the Martian Pygmy Reserves had delivered the penicillin capsule as ordered.
"Strange," said the Prime Minister, "that this vast invading bacterium should have been so vulnerable to Earth's smallest Martian."
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Apologies to H.G. Wells.
I actually had the idea for this yesterday, but didn't use it because it wasn't a good fit for the challenge. It did, however, seem to work well for Subversion Week in general.
Written for Flash Fiction Month 2012. The rest of today's flash fiction can be found here [link] .
I actually had the idea for this yesterday, but didn't use it because it wasn't a good fit for the challenge. It did, however, seem to work well for Subversion Week in general.
Written for Flash Fiction Month 2012. The rest of today's flash fiction can be found here [link] .
© 2012 - 2024 DamonWakes
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.... I'll be blunt here, what just happened?! This was a painfully obvious "Young Ones" rip off in my eyes. It could be better handled, and truth be told, its too brief.
Please don't say that you couldn't write much because of "Flash Fiction" month. This work requires improvement - give Bacteriodon an improved outlook, and for God's sake don't use the deux ex machinima tactic as you've done so here. Its plain lazy and amateurish. And I found it very droll to be honest. You've written far far better works than this (inclusive of your DLDs, DDs, and DLRs) and I found this was a grave and vast disappointment.
Honestly. And if there were any subtle hints I missed out, then I'll be frank here: this story didn't catch my interest in the slightest. If you choose to defend it, its your choice. But as a writer, and after reading the Black Thrones series, and your two horror fictions, this was really dumb and amateurish.
That's my opinion.
Please don't say that you couldn't write much because of "Flash Fiction" month. This work requires improvement - give Bacteriodon an improved outlook, and for God's sake don't use the deux ex machinima tactic as you've done so here. Its plain lazy and amateurish. And I found it very droll to be honest. You've written far far better works than this (inclusive of your DLDs, DDs, and DLRs) and I found this was a grave and vast disappointment.
Honestly. And if there were any subtle hints I missed out, then I'll be frank here: this story didn't catch my interest in the slightest. If you choose to defend it, its your choice. But as a writer, and after reading the Black Thrones series, and your two horror fictions, this was really dumb and amateurish.
That's my opinion.