WordPress Daily Prompt: I Was Here

You are the first astronaut to arrive on a new, uncharted planet. Write the note that you leave to those who come after you.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us CARTE BLANCHE.

Well it is something completely different, but there are advantages. The air is just like ours on Earth, if there is any air left on Earth. I have been gone so long and my radar tells me there is an empty space where the planet Earth was, something like a black hole. No problem, there is enough room here.

You can drink the water and there is even food, for vegetarians.

“Tell them about us, tell them about us”

“OK, but at your own risk.”

Yes I have found a colony of Woggles here on this planet. They call themselves Woggles, because they well woggle. Don’t worry that they have three eyes and four arms, they are quite peaceful. They confirmed that planet Earth no longer exists, so they decided to keep me for their archives. I was thinking if earth no longer exists then there is not much point writing this note as there will be no-one to read it. On the other hand, you never know, perhaps there is a second space craft on its way with the remainders of the population.

“What did you say Woggle, no chance. If humans do something they always make sure that it is perfect and the black hole they left behind is so round and deep, it could not be better.”

I will continue all the same. Clothing has become superfluous; the Woggles do not have a word for clothing. I discovered that I now have a third eye in the middle of my forehead, just like the Woggles and it seems that there are two arms growing below those that I already have. The Woggles now call me chief Woggle as I am much bigger than they are.

Indeed they have accepted me as one of their own, and said if I continue to drink the water I will become one of them.

We even have television. Electric storms are quite common here, and the Woggles just catch the lightening and use it. I used to be able to watch Fox news from earth when it existed but only when the Woggle children were sleeping.. Galactic News is quite good, it seems that the Daleks have made peace with the Klingons and now live in harmony together. Being now a Woggle I am entitled to one holiday per year and will be teleported to planet Dalek this year. It seems even the doctor now lives there. He was lucky to escape in the Tardis before the big implosion happened. The Daleks love him and were sorry that his television adventures finished, as they were using the money they earned to build their own Tardis. My holiday trip includes a visit to Disneyland Dalekland when I am there. The doctor is in charge.

I must now go, Mrs. Woggle is waiting for me. It is nearly dinner time and we have griddles for dinner. I just love them, they taste so fresh and alive. They move in your mouth to the last bite. She cooks them in Klingon wine, imported from their planet. Yes, I am married and we are expecting our first Woggles next week, they arrive in pairs. Life is good on planet Woggle, who cares if the world has disappeared. If any ex inhabitants from Earth do ever arrive here then take my advice, become a Woggle, It simplifies life, although probably you will not have a choice. The Woggles say that is the best solution to avoid wars. Integration by drinking Woggle water. The metamorphosis to a Woggle takes place slowly, you feel no pain and you become one of them.

“Yes Mrs. Woggle I am coming, just writing a note for those that come after me. You say no-one is coming from Earth I am the last. Oh yes, I forgot.”

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WordPress Daily Prompt: Interplanet Janet

You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants. Go. 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SPACE.

Yippee! I have got my own planet and at last an opportunity to show one of my moon photos. I know, it is not a perfect example, but I still have not got the hang of the moon settings on my camera. It is the best I have at the moment.

And now to business, my own planet. I could call it Planet WordPress, where the daily prompts live and rotate day for day, pursuing us with ideas on life and coming with the good old phrase “Tell us about……”, but there will never be a planet WordPress, because WordPress only exists in the cyberworld, bringing us closer together with its suggestions and slowly turning me into a frustrated golden oldie who is becoming a misery guts with her complaints about the daily prompt. However, let us look on the bright side of life.

I do not think I want a planet. Who is going to live there? Definitely not a humanoid species, as soon as they are there they will begin to think about how to make it better, turning it into something worse.

I always had the idea that my felines originally came from a planet somewhere in another dimension in space the planet Koshka (that is the Russian word for cat). A silent planet, perhaps a soft meow can be heard from time to time, otherwise the felines communicate by telepathy. Their boss would be a lady called Bastet, commonly known as Bast, and would even be able to walk on two legs when necessary.

The inhabitants would be felines. Now and again due to an overpopulation an excursion to the planet Earth would be organised, by teleporter of course. Felines are more intelligent than the human species. They would settle on the earth and multiply and go forth. The best idea Bast had was to send the first group to Egypt. Bast is a clever girl, she knew what the felines needed: corn chambers infested by mice and the felines were happy. They did their job well.

When Bast sent a delegation of black felines it did not turn out very well as it was in the so-called dark ages, when witches were burnt or drowned for doing their black magic. It seems that many of these black felines adopted a witch as its slave and so they were burnt as well. Later Bast sent the tailess felines. They decided to take over an Island called Man somewhere near the British Isles. That was a success, and even today this species of felines populates the Isle of Man.

In the meanwhile Bast is still there, she is immortal. Now and again one of her colonists reports to her telling of life on earth and the fantastic food available. Now Bast has a storage room full to the top with tuna fish cans. The inhabitants of planet Koshka are still trying to open them and a group of felines are working on the paw-friendly can opener

If you are owned by a feline and it seems to sleep a lot, do not worry. It is a dream traveller and is reporting to Bast on planet Koshka.

And this super story of the day is now closed. I am surrounded by my three felines, all sleeping – are they really there?

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