Just Doing My Job
Loyally I guard this walkway,
Trapping treacherous mosquitoes and flies.
I know it keeps my humans happy,
Every time one of them dies.
Oh look! Here comes one of my humans now.
Probably coming to thank me for being a hard worker.
Wait. Why is he stopping?
Oh no! Now he's destroying my home like a deranged berserker.
Gaea’s Heir
The last humans in the solar system studied the death of Earth from their vantage point two-hundred-and-thirty miles above Hawaii. Long-range scanners measured the violent shift in tectonics as the planet’s inner core ripped apart. The expected devastation had been predicted as far back as the twentieth century. What the observers had not foreseen was the release of something from the core.
Energy readings and changes in mantle density plotted the escape route – circular at first, as it devoured the perovskite and ferropericlase, then moving up as it ate into the asthenosphere. It left nothing in its wake, the Earth now only an empty sphere.
The scientists knew that anything created within the five-thousand-two-hundred-degree core was nothing short of magical.
Still the anomaly moved outward, absorbing the inner earth. Some feared this was dark energy, that it would not stop at the consumption of the planet but would touch the space station and instantly transform it – and its crew – to nothing. Others posited that upon reaching the surface, whatever irregularity they were witnessing would pop out of existence. Both theories were soon proven wrong.
The first breach was detected on the opposite side of the planet. Within minutes, another hundreds-mile long fissure swallowed the Arctic Ocean. A third took out Antarctica and the fourth opened in the Pacific, north of Hawaii.
From this final break in the Earth’s crust, the onlookers were afforded their first glimpse at the entity. Twelve gigantic antennae, a translucent shade of ultra-violet, pushed forth, stretching miles ahead of the bulk to which they were attached. Its form too big for the opening, the creature pulsed until the remaining skin of the Earth split into myriad pieces.
With a gentle beat of its four wings, the lifeform swooped away from its now-discarded egg.
About the Author (Only, the Majority of the Information is on the Author’s Sense of Humor, Since this is a Humorous Piece)
Evelyn Dawn is (probably) a human being who lives on the face of the planet. As you could have assumed from the fact you’re reading a book she wrote, Evelyn loves writing. She also enjoys reading and making bad animatics. This is literally everything Evelyn can say about herself, since anything anyone writes about their own personality would likely be inaccurate. Oh, did you not know that in many recent About the Author sections the author writes about themselves in the third person? That’s a little odd.
ROB LEE is an acronym for ROBotic Letter Election Equipment, a device created by professors at Cloudsville Theoretical University. They wanted to prove that enough monkeys at enough typewriters could produce a line of Shakespeare, and deduce how many monkeys were required. Unfortunately, they were denied the grant for bananas. Instead, they developed software which would produce a random string of 327,811 letters. This is the result. (The undergraduates were left with the task of placing the punctuation.)
The brick joke
there was a poor boy,his name’s Nick,
he was born with a terrible tick,
So a bridge he climbed up,
but not for to jump,
but to cast his bad luck with a brick
to be honest, i am all too ravenous,
my stomach is spacious and cavernous,
i eat to excess,
i make no pretence,
and so my shape’ is mostly gelatenous.
i have a young girl , she’s so cute,
she never holds still, she’ll soon scoot,
as already mentioned,
my weight and my penchant
so the running is not such a hoot.
some words, they fell into disuse,
like hoot and scoot and abacus,
but why should i mind,
the words left behind,
if my spelling is so outrageous.
my students, they can’t understand,
the words that i write, chalk in hand,
so instead , cards i make,
and let those brats take,
presentations with games to expand.
elevators hate me , they do,
i am not being paranoid, its true!
they avoid coming down ,
when they know i’m around,
it’s my weight , that they fear, i construe.
on the car hood there is a big dent,
it is sad and the car i lament,
if it wasn’t for Nick,
and his f**ing hard brick,
impacting the car in decent!
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What cares the bird?
this is another translation experiment.
it was written by the amazing playwrite, and poet Hanoch Levine.
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tall is the tree, and verdant green ,
briny is the ocean, and deep.
if the ocean’s so deep, what cares the tree?
what cares the ocean, that the tree is so green?
tall is the tree, and verdant green,
beauty is the bird, she shall fly a-far
if the bird shall take wing, what cares the tree?
what cares the bird, that the tree is so green?
briny is the ocean, the ocean so deep,
beauty is the bird, she shall fly a-far,
if the bird shall take wing, what cares the ocean?
what cares bird, If the ocean’s deep?
man sings songs, ’cause the tree is green,
man sings songs, ’cause the ocean is deep,
if the bird shall take wing, He won’t sing any more songs,
what cares the bird, if he sings or stays mute?