Sunday, March 20, 2011

Hasty Tasty — A Feast Of Brief Fiction 1

The octet of moles arranged themselves in a circle on the pulsating contraption’s rodent-shaped plates, eyeing one another with zealot finality.

A tentacle swooped overhead, and with a whirr and a buzz, a glut of sci-fi potentialities flickered into being as the contraption powered up to what its central dial reported was MAX.

One by one, the moles' innards slid from their skins and plopped into a central aperture where robot knives and forks plucked muscle from bone and sifted the various humours for ReSYK.

Octoalienthingy marvelled at his creation’s simplicity.

A dual quartet of pelts! Three trios of velvety skins and a matching pair! Whichever way he looked at them, laid out before him with a frisson of fried epidermis still sizzling from their bloodied bum holes, they were perfect for his needs on this night of all nights.

From the Visitroposcope, Girloctoalienthingy’s eyes seemed to gaze down on him longingly and he fancied one of them winked like a twinkling star.

Tonight they would dance, they would make love. Possibly even pull in a pizza.

He threw on his hat and cape then, one by one, slipped his spangly new moleskin mittens over the tips of his tentacles and oozed his dapper bulbousness into the depths.


Richard N said...

In chapter two, I'd be fascinated to know why the moles were so convinced this was a good idea - as they clearly were?

Old Kitty said...

I'm so glad I'm a vegetarian.

This is quite a sweet lovestoryoctoalienthingy.

Take care

Whirlochre said...

The mole charming prowess of undersea denizens is not to be underestimated.

Squirrels, they have a problem with. Moles, they have a head start on.

Whirlochre said...

Old Kitty
I've never eaten squid and I don't want to.