Attack of the Elvis Clones, part 2
I ran into the meeting hall, and noticed many more scientists were there. And some important officials were muttering nervously.
“Order! Order! Now we have many scientists, let the session began!” a low yet loud voice bellowed from the high-stand, the mayor. I sat down at the nearest empty seat and tuned in. Finally the muttering died down and we began.
“I say, call in the navy! The army! Anyone!” someone shouted.
“No! They are INDESTRUCTABLE! We need to call peace with whatever they are,” another person replied.
“Peace!? With Elvis Presley clones? I dont think so! I love Elvis Presley and I think we try and outsmart them, seeing as they are basically dumb! No offence to Elvis!” my neighbour, Dr. Burden yelled from the front. I sighed, this was going to be a long session.
Attack of the Elvis Clones!
One steamy summer day, I woke up to a loud beeping that seemed to come from the television. I got on my nightgown and ran downstairs and looked at the screen. It was a newsflash. The news reporter was sitting nervously fiddling with his hands.
“A latest sudden corruption has happened early this morning at 7:00am, Elvis Presley clones have been attacking London and are moving in groups slowly down to Oxford and surrounding areas. Thousands of Elvis clones have been sited and no one knows where they came from or who made them. Police are still investigating,” muttered the anchor-man with a terrified voice. “A warning has been sent out that all people must hide in a cupboard or a small space. These Elvis Presley dolls or clones aren’t very smart but they are indestructable. All scientists need to report to their local meeting hall, and HURRY!!!”
Well, that includes my, I guess. The closest meeting hall is in Bladen, 1/2 a mile away. I ran up-stairs and got my long scientist dress on and drove away to Bladen.
……………TO BE CONTINUED…………..
The Life of a Spoon
*Clink Clank*
OH GREAT! Here it goes again!
I am but a humble stainless steel spoon. I was crafted by a machine which made millions, like myself. I was then bought by some one needing to eat soup, scoop ice cream or many other tasks. My favorite is being used when mixing cookie and cake batter! Anyway, there are downsides to life as a spoon. The one thing is that you can sometimes break, wear down, and finally get thrown away. That is what happen to my great grandpapa Spooney. I am named in his honor; Spooney, Jr. There are rumors that if you get tossed in the “can” as they call ‘em, you get compressed into a new spoon or even go straight to the dump! Uhh! It brings shivers to my spine. Luckily I am yet a young spoon and have many servings in my future.
Anyhow, now I am in the second most worst place in the life of a spoon, a place so dreaded, so feared, so constant, they call it…. the most dreaded, feared, constant second worst place in the life of a spoon! But it is real name is…………. THE DISHWASHER!
A spoons’ journey to the dishwasher is very constant. Usually everyday, but if your at the bottom of the cutlery pile, your one lucky fella.
Oh, here we go!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
I, and many others of my kind are going through the rinse cycle! Well, at least it is on power saver!
*Click*
Oooooh,great! I had to open my mouth! The overpowerer has just switched it to a…….. HIGH!
heeeyyyy! That was my foot! Oh, sorry!
1 long hour later……
Ahhh… finally! I am back in the shelf were all the spoons are supposed to be! I am safe and warm from the last rinse, well for now!
Excellent writing my dear! I never thought of it from the perspective of a spoon!
Haha! Great writing. Spooney Jr! I thought it might be worse being put in someone’s mouth. But that dishwasher sounds like a pain.