A Month Of April Prompts In One Day

Thanks once again to Michelle from
Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for her list of daily prompts for the month of April.
Special thanks this month to Michelle’s daughters,
Brianna and Autumn for their contributions to these prompts!
Please visit her site for the April list of daily prompts.

This is the voyage of the Starship “Blog Machine”,
Star Date April 31^st, way in the future.
Captain Walt reporting assisted by Co-First Officers
Brianna and Autumn.

It’s April here at Starbase Tatooine and Easter has come
and gone. After The explosive egg hunt, Han Solo was
caught Chewing chewbacco. We had to wait to depart
while The stars stood on standby, Spacing out in
shadows doubt over what Solo had done. We knew
that Jumping Jupiter can’t get stupider, so we waited
as Time blossomed then shriveled.

When we finally departed, It went off with a bang
and a hiss. We left behind Filaments of Frustration
as we became Covered in constellations. Our mission
was to locate aliens with Hieroglyphic hineys. We
messaged our families, “Meet ya later by the
flux capacitator” and they replied, “Nano nano”.

We realized that there might be trouble, so we
made sure our Galactic garble blasters were filled
with Platinum plutonium. When traveling through
the galaxies, there is always A measurement
of improbability.

We were all hungry, so we ate some Space jam on toast.
Through the windows we thought we saw some
Orbiting orangutans, but decided it was just
the Spasmodic juice we drank that left us
Jet lagged and jilted.

There are always Catastrophic calamities
in space. Some radio calls are Fluently flippant.
The call we received said “This… is Ceti Alpha Five
with an important message, “Do. Or do not. There
is no try – Yoda.”

Yoda was our friend and a Jedi Master. We knew that
Friends don’t lie, so we set a course to take us through
The doorway to improbability. When we arrived, we
found massive Ozone siphoning and other atmospheric
disruptions. The base was filled with Pilfering
Pandemonium. It was being overcome and ravaged
by swarms of Sucking skeevers and Gnarly narfs.

We drew our weapons but were quickly overcome by
Nuka-Cola asphixiola. As we took our last breaths,
the last words we heard were “Danger, danger
Will Robinson.”

April fools!!

The moral of this story: Let your writing take
you to places that you normally don’t go.

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