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Maybe I’m Just Bored?

May 6, 2019

This is a response to Fandango’s 12th weekly Flash Fiction Challenge.


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Maybe I’m Just Bored?

I’m afraid I’ve lost my creativity. Or, as people in these circles like to call it, my “muse”. I look at this picture this morning and I get nothing. You’d think looking at overturned and leaky radioactive barrels and burned out nuclear reactors spitting funnels of death-filled smoke into a dying atmosphere would be enough to trigger my imagination into some sort of vision, wouldn’t you?

I’ve got nothing. Where is my inspiration? Creativity, why have you deserted me?

Maybe I’ve been doing this sort of thing too long and I need a change? They say change is good, and I suppose that’s true so what am I waiting for? Who am I waiting for? President Obama said that “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.”

I can’t argue with that. I don’t know, maybe I’m just bored living here?

I was assigned to this outpost nearly 15 strarks ago. Assume jurisdiction over the planet, Gharvo. Enslave the natives, Gharvo. Direct the building of the harvesting plants and the warehouses, Gharvo. Oversee the cultivation, Gharvo. Transport the cultivated food back home, Gharvo.

Despite the discovery of coffee, it hasn’t been the most pleasant of assignments.

Where’s Gharvo? Get Gharvo. Give it to Gharvo. Gharvo this, Gharvo that. Have you ever grown tired of hearing your own name? So tired of hearing it that you just want to quit looking out your window while you enjoy your coffee in the morning, pack a sraaph-ka and go somewhere. . . somewhere else? I’m the change I seek, right? Maybe, maybe not. Just because he was a president doesn’t mean he was right and I’ve certainly seen enough of them come and go to know that.

In my time here on Brektos 3 I’ve seen close to 100 generations of humans come and go. I’ve watched women, men and children fight valiantly against the invasion and I’ve seen them die; die in such ways that their survivors herald them as Chruchqan. Heroes. They are challenging, these Earthlings, and determined to a fault. So much so that they’re willing to destroy their planet before we can.

Yes, I suppose I am bored. But I guess I’ll stay because these humans are oh, so delicious.




10 Comments leave one →
  1. May 6, 2019 8:28 am

    I know you can’t see it, but the e-mail has ads with stomach worms or something. It kinda adds to your story. 🙂

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    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      May 10, 2019 5:06 am

      Note to self: remember to add stomach worms to list of things to worry about. 🙂 It’s weird because WP tells me that ads will appear but I never see them. I’m probably better off not seeing stomach worms though.

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  2. May 6, 2019 8:42 am

    Well, what I thought started out as a whiny post took a fascinating twist. Great take on the picture!

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  3. May 6, 2019 9:22 am

    LOL!!! and my ad was tooth whitener with a huge close up of a mouth!! they got your tag line on this one michael! loved your write too.

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    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      May 10, 2019 5:07 am

      Thanks Violet! I hope you’re enjoying Alaska.


  4. May 6, 2019 9:47 am

    You did it. You drew me in with mentions of boredom and coffee, and an absent muse. Except that she was clearly present–nipping at your heels!
    Apparently, humans aren’t the only ones who are oh so delicious…


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  5. May 13, 2019 8:01 pm

    Nicely done! Wasn’t quite sure where you were leading as you took your time letting us in on the “real” story lol.
    (It often seems as if we are willing to destroy the earth. I’ve run across a fair number of people fairly apathetic towards conservation. Just amazes me.)


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