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18 November 2015 @ 10:59 am
Original Fiction: "Destination Nowhere"  
Title: Destination Nowhere
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Summary: Are we there yet?
Author's Notes: For the writerverse "All-Dialogue" challenge.


"Man, this is some desert. Where the hell are we?"

"About 20 minutes into the ass end of Nowhere from the last time you asked that question."



"Hey, Mike, do you know what's funny?"

"Yes. Do you?"


"Dude, ever since we left Roswell, you've been yammering at me like your 'off' button's broken. We've been driving for hours, and there are no signs of civilization anywhere. So, I'm not in the mood for jokes or questions. I just want to see Albuquerque again, is that too much to ask?"

"Heh. Maybe."

"Jesus, Jeremy, what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I think we've passed that cactus before. And those yellow flowers awhile back."

"Are you serious? How is that even possible? We're on a highway, and we haven't made any turns."

"They'll be come back again, you'll see. Just wait."

"And that's what you thought was funny?''



"The way you keep calling me 'Jeremy' is probably the funniest part of all."

"What? Why would you say that?"

"Heh. Ya-at-t'ay, Earthling…"


The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 2nd, 2016 07:49 pm (UTC)
:D There's no way to know whether the alien has sinister intentions, or whether he's just messing with Mike because he can. Will he drag Mike off in a spaceship, now that he's had his fun? Or find another victim?

One of the Hitchhiker's Guide novels mentions teenaged aliens going to more primitive planets just to freak out the locals, and I can really see that happening. :D

Thanks for reading and commenting!