Friday Fictioneers- 3/19/21


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The red squirrel raced under the canopy of a tree into a preselected secluded spot and immediately transformed into its basic, but Earthly unnatural, design.
A wind was created as the alien sucked into being.
It immediately rooted its many appendages deeply into the soft ground to prop it upright in Earth’s imposing gravity.
Freedom from the shapeshifting ‘squirrel form’ gave Splogg a moment of peace that he was only allowed to exercise once a year.
He’d done this one hundred twenty-two other times and STILL wasn’t able to identify any sign of intelligence.
How he hated this frickcacking assignment!

(100 words)
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple | Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.

30 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers- 3/19/21

  1. GHLearner

    I thoroughly enjoyed this and am very sorry for Splog. Maybe he should try again in half a million years and look what the octopussi are up to. There may be intelligence around by then. Great story.

  2. Great disguise for an alien spy, pity he took root in the wrong place. Perhaps the White House garden would have been more entertaining, although deciding the degree of intelligence may be puzzling to him.

  3. …Tell me that you like it, yeah.
    Yeah, I like it. I’m a sucker for sci-fi. I even have a character named Splorg. He’s not as gentle as Splogg seems to be.

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