He realized every third world was like this, pretty blue on the outside, blistering and fiery on the inside. If it wasn’t some devious master plan, it was certainly a terribly unfortunate coincidence.
A single dissonant chord deployed a fleet of annihilators who split the world above this one clean in half.
She waited until the stewardess had passed her seat then she removed the small mucous green orb from her purse. She chuckled slightly.
“When flying to Mars be sure to check out the large selection of mental dispersants.”
After the captain announced the emergency landing he proudly offered one last round of snacks.
Along with the telemetry, several of the displays began flashing wants and needs.
All the bolts had mysteriously fallen out. The pilot sighed, stood, and put on his parachute.
Banking left, the plane’s landing gear descended early, even though they were still over an expanse that looked like burnt marshmallow.
The smoke filled the cabin. It smelled like burning crayons. They clutched the wooden figurine.
There were no buttons or dials. More of a web-like substance that clotted.
What they didn’t know was that the pilot was already gone.