When I walked into my last class today, they were ready for me. Dylan started it. We want to give you a quick write. Jack continued, Yeah, we're going to give you a prompt this time. Um, ok. They seem to have forgotten that they contribute to the making of our quick writes all the time, but today it seemed to take on more importance. You have to write a story that takes place in space and you have to use the words 'intergalactic' and 'pancakes' in it.
Game on, I said, as long as we all get to do it. And so we did, and here are the results:
Luna secured her helmet over her head and hooked it up to her breathing apparatus. She did this every time she left the security of her personal chamber, and its perfectly balanced atmosphere that mimicked Earth’s. Lately, her life in Intergalactic Human-Exterrestrial Resources was wearing her out. Every week there was a new crisis, and this latest would need great diplomacy to straighten out.
Hopping into her transport pod, she set off to check on the cooking crew. They’d recently arrived from the planet Mogul and were, by all accounts, a diverse crew. Most were not native to Mogul but had come together under the nurturing eye of Commander Etian, renowned throughout the galaxy for finding cooks with raw talent and elevating them to the rank of top chef, through his tireless dedication. He not only taught them how to fillet, saute, and flambe, but he helped them heal their hearts. All, it seemed, had fled their places of birth, escaping from a variety of torments and abuses. In turn for his love and support, his chefs would do anything for him. He was their savior.
And now, Luna thought, Commander Etian was dead and his mysterious death had crippled his crew. They were awash in grief and unable to make ever the simplest pancake without ruining it. Those who hailed from planet Zuul cried tears of green and, since they were crying non-stop, the food they prepared was always a sickly shade that turned the stomach. Without their beloved leader, the chefs had started to turn on each other. They needed a purpose, and Luna had just the thing. She was going to pull this crew together and give them a mission. She’d turn their grief into action. If they could work together to figure out who killed Commander Etian, they’d be able to cook again.
Game on, I said, as long as we all get to do it. And so we did, and here are the results:
Luna secured her helmet over her head and hooked it up to her breathing apparatus. She did this every time she left the security of her personal chamber, and its perfectly balanced atmosphere that mimicked Earth’s. Lately, her life in Intergalactic Human-Exterrestrial Resources was wearing her out. Every week there was a new crisis, and this latest would need great diplomacy to straighten out.
Hopping into her transport pod, she set off to check on the cooking crew. They’d recently arrived from the planet Mogul and were, by all accounts, a diverse crew. Most were not native to Mogul but had come together under the nurturing eye of Commander Etian, renowned throughout the galaxy for finding cooks with raw talent and elevating them to the rank of top chef, through his tireless dedication. He not only taught them how to fillet, saute, and flambe, but he helped them heal their hearts. All, it seemed, had fled their places of birth, escaping from a variety of torments and abuses. In turn for his love and support, his chefs would do anything for him. He was their savior.
And now, Luna thought, Commander Etian was dead and his mysterious death had crippled his crew. They were awash in grief and unable to make ever the simplest pancake without ruining it. Those who hailed from planet Zuul cried tears of green and, since they were crying non-stop, the food they prepared was always a sickly shade that turned the stomach. Without their beloved leader, the chefs had started to turn on each other. They needed a purpose, and Luna had just the thing. She was going to pull this crew together and give them a mission. She’d turn their grief into action. If they could work together to figure out who killed Commander Etian, they’d be able to cook again.