Eat with your Hands~#Humour #Sci-Fi #themagicshop

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The world as we know it, came to an end six months ago.

No one could have predicted such a tragedy to be thrown on to the human race, but nevertheless it did happen.

Now, all we have left is ourselves and our wits to survive whats been left of society.

It was a clear spring day in April. Without warning, immense strange-looking ships appeared up in the skies over all major earth cities. The whole human race stood there, looking up in excitement and fear. The ships just floated up there not moving at all. Then, a wide, bright beam of yellow light came out of each ship and bathed the world in its glow.

The beam was on us for a mere few seconds before all the ships lifted up past the clouds and vanished into space.

Everyone just stood there for a moment, checking themselves and their loved ones for any wounds or to even see if they were still present. No one was “transported” away. In fact, nothing had come of the alien’s “attack” at all. All of us on earth were perfectly fine. No buildings destroyed or conquests of countries. It as if we were all illuminated with a large flashlight and then that light was turned off. Our lives went back to normalcy, the way they were right before the incident.

Then, slowly over a matter of minutes we all realized what had happened to us.

It almost seemed to ridiculous to imagine. The questions behind it ranged from total confusion to outright disbelief.

When the alien ships left earth’s atmosphere that April day, they had taken with them every single piece of eating utensil available to us. Their wasnt one single spoon, fork or knife to be found anywhere on the planet. The material of the items didn’t matter either. Be that they were made of sterling silver, carved wood or molded plastic all of them now gone. Even cookware that resembled spoons or forks had vanished. Soup ladels, Barbecue prongs and spatulas had all vanished. Even every single pair of chopsticks were also among the missing.

Hours after reports of missing cutlery were coming in from around the world, but also all the factories that produced all the implements had their machines removed without a trace. The buildings were all left totally vacant with employees completely unharmed.

Over a matter of weeks, society broke down into total chaos. The confusion behind what had happened was replaced by total panic. No longer could people find ways to eat a wide variety of cuisine. Soups, cereals, rice and ice cream became meals of pure anguish. Spaghetti and lasagna were now considered living Hell to consume. Any side portions of mashed potatoes, green vegetables or applesauce had been given the names “Torture foods”. There was no point in using large kitchen knives for some functions, the aliens had taken all those as well.

Granted, this was not a true “War of the worlds” type of annihilation. The world went on eating. Finger-foods and snacks became scarce and in high demand. The price gouging by vendors on cheese-doodles and donuts alone often caused violent backlash by consumers in the streets. Pizzeria owners were forced to arm themselves from the overwhelming crowds of people who would break in to steal slices of anything. Stores that sold candy and protein bars would stage lotteries or auctions for their inventory.

Then there was the newly established illegal black market of foods. Hamburgers, sandwiches and Hot dogs could only be purchased through dealers in back alleys for hundreds of dollars.

This is how we live in this new world now.  Civilized people now reduced to a race of hand-held savages.

Somehow, I can’t shake this feeling that-somewhere out in the universe, a highly advanced race of alien beings are actually laughing their asses off.

The Sound of Silver Lights~#SeptemberWriting #ScienceFiction #themagicshop

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John Corbett stood alone right in the center of Westfield High’s empty football field.  A place that he had played on many times back when he was a student here. He was the star receiver for the school’s team back in those days, scoring multiple times against the toughest of opponents.  Those days felt still like yesterday to John, instead of the actual three years that they were.   Nowadays, He was just a guy in his twenties lost in his life without a purpose.  He graduated from Westfield, but didn’t enroll in any colleges. John had no motivation to do so and also felt that his future path was meant to take him elsewhere.  Unfortunately,  he had spent the last few years trying to find a direction on that path for himself.  In some deep introspection on things,  John actually always felt out-of-place. When he was running down this same field to the sound of dozens of cheering admirers, it never quelled this gnawing feeling inside him that he was just not meant to be here.  He always felt like a stranger in even the most comfortable settings.

Hours Earlier,  John felt this overwhelming need to come back to this field.  He was sound asleep back at his parent’s house when his opened his eyes up to a whisper in his room.  Someone was telling him to come to the football field,  now.  The bedroom was empty except for John himself. A room that had become his absolute comfort zone for the majority of his life. It was his very own, unlike the large bedroom he had to share with the other boys at the foster home before being adopted by the Corbett’s.  Yet, this room  now felt almost creepy to him.  A whisper was undeniably spoken to him in his bed.  His heart raced and the urge to go the field at three in the morning was overwhelming.

So, John now stood on the fifty yard line of the football field during the darkness of a chilly Autumn night.   John exhaled a frosty breath out into the silent air. He was the only one currently present on the school grounds which during the day would usually have hundreds of teens.  All of this started to feel a bit ridiculous to John and he began to walk off the field.  He was six steps into his pace when the light struck him.  He reflexively closed his eyes and stopped in his tracks.  Directly above John, an object now floated in the air.  From what John could tell through now his squinting eyes, it was about the size of a large above ground swimming pool.  It emitted a low hum as this sound of silver lights now warmed John in its glow.

Much to his surprise, John found himself feeling actually quite comfortable during this entire experience. In fact, he felt for the first time in his entire life complete and at peace.  He outstretched his arms and waited for the light to transport him aboard a ship that he felt somehow innately familiar with.  The light lifted him up off of the ground  and up towards its origin.  John Corbett’s last scoring drive on this field was for himself and to finally head home back to the stars.

 

September Writing Prompt- The sounds of silver lights – Day 22/30