Each week, we will spend ten minutes writing and attempting to complete a flash story. We hope that the exercise will allow us to grow as writers, as well as provide a small amount of entertainment for you. Further, we hope to inspire you to do the same.
Castle Planet Extraordinaire
Mallet Jr. grabbed hold of the gravitational wave and held on with all he had. It tore off through space, twisting and turning as it spiraled toward the center of the galaxy. He could feel it tearing him apart and in an instant he knew they’d all been right. There was a reason no one traveled this way. It was suicide. It shook him completely, from his skin down to his internal organs. Everything that he was made up of was little more than rattling now. Even if he let go he knew he’d still feel the shaking forevermore. He’d be left to float in the blackness of space, left to die alone and shaking. Forever shaking.
But if he was going to die, he was going to do it there. He was going to be the first Mallet to ever make good on his word. The first to actually accomplish something worth remembering.
The gravitational wave blasted through a nebula, and Mallet Jr.’s eyes were assaulted by gasses and cosmic dust. His vision was gone in an instant, and as he gripped the wave he knew it was never going to return. Mallet Jr. was blind now. He didn’t know what was coming next, but he felt heat. The wave was approaching a star.
He knew he needed to distract himself, so he thought of what he was doing and why. He thought of his dad, Mallet Sr., and the wasted life he’d led. Mallet Sr.’s claim to fame was being removed from every alcohol dispensary in the greater south side of his hometown. Grandpa Mallet was remembered only because he’d improperly installed a capacitor in the neighbor’s hove-jet and blew them all up, landing him in prison. Then there was Brother Mallet. His life had been so forgettable that sometimes even the family members literally forgot that he existed. They’d come home and see him sitting on the couch and suddenly remember that oh yeah, Brother Mallet is a person that exists.
No one would remember any of them, but they’d remember Mallet Jr. He tensed his entire body as the gravitational wave passed by the star. A burning unlike anything he thought possible washed over him, scorching his rattled frame.
He was almost dead now, but he held fast, because he could sense that he was almost there. In his short time left alive, Mallet Jr. would never be able to wrap his mind around how he knew, but he knew. This was the place.
He released the gravitational wave, but he didn’t float aimlessly through space. Something was pulling him in. It was a planet, and he felt himself being sucked into its gravitational field. He’d never survive atmospheric entry, but that was okay, he didn’t need to. As his body began to be torn to pieces and burned away as it rocketed toward the surface of the planet, Mallet Jr. spoke his final words.
“I declare this undiscovered world to be called forevermore, Mallet Jr.’s Castle Planet Extraordinaire!”
As he died he realized it was really a poor name for a planet.