Short Stories

November Writing Prompt

Prompt: You wake up alone and in a panic. The last thing you remember is boarding your spacecraft. You've got no food, no water, and you're in uncharted, unfamiliar territory. Oh, and one more thing, you're not alone.

Just little update on this story: It won! I sent it to the president of my school's literary club and it actually won! It's going to be published in my school's end-of-year magazine! I'm going to be a published writer! 

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Aimlessly drifting with nothing to push me or pull me in any direction, I make my way around, confused and lost. The world around me is unknown and foreign. Creatures surround me everywhere I go, but I haven't the slightest clue who or what they are. There are words I don't understand floating around me like vultures circling.

Is this really the place I spent so long searching for?

The last thing I remember is the departure. It was quick and easy, no trouble about it, really. But now I fear that the lack of trouble has come back to bite me in the butt. I couldn't be in any more trouble than I am. I woke up in a panic, scared and unaware of where I was. It was dark and cold, but I managed to make my way into the light. I'm calmer now, more accepting of my fate.

I'm out of place here, lost and isolated. I ask the creatures if they can help me, but I only get odd stares in return.

I continue on my odyssey. I meander through this land with no idea how to escape-if I even can escape. No one around me has yet to react to my situation, and I wonder if this happens often enough for everyone to collectively ignore it.

My stomach growls. It has to have been hours-maybe days, even-since I've last eaten. A quick glance around tells me there's no food for me to eat.

My vision blurs and I stumble. The ground is cold and the air-oh, the air, how it suffocates me-seems to have no scent, only the aroma of imminent doom. This bleak, desolate land is so sterile and lonely.

I'm going to die here.

"Sir? Sir are you okay?" one of the creatures asks me.

"No, I'm not; I need to get out of here. I don't belong on this... on this planet!" I snap back.

"Planet? Sir, you need to calm down," it tells me. To another creature, "Call someone, anyone. He's not okay."

"I want to go home! I just want to leave this world!" I cry.

I'm attracting the attention of the surrounding creatures. They watch me with curiosity.

"Planet? World? Sir, this is Ikea."

*A/N [I do not hold claim to Ikea nor am I trying to infringe in any way upon Ikea.] Hello again, beauties! I hope you've been good since you last read. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a wonderful until-next-time! Love Always, C.