Everyone, and I mean everyone who reblogs this before Nov. 5 will get a doodle based off of their blog URL

I’ve seen a lot of these and I want to try it for myself!!

good luck

The sky was black with smoke, forests burned, the water boiled and the ground parted, giving way to gaping holes of death. The sight was one of horror and destruction. 

Cliop stood at the ship’s main hatch, unable to move. The air was still heavy with the souls of the dead. The wind wailed with the sorrow of a surviving parent. 

They were too late. The distress call hadn’t reached them in time. 

Cliop’s eyes welled up with tears, the scales on hirs body turned oily blue, the color of grief. A whole planet, gone.

Hirs prayed to his gods for a safe passage for the lost souls still trapped. They had no one to pray for them, to cut their bonds with their planet and lead them towards The Forevers.

Shame washed over Cliop, even though hirs knew there was nothing hirs could have done to help those who lived here. 

With a final look at the sky, Cliop turned and headed back into the ship. Hirs hand hovered over the closing button for a second or two, which turned to be long enough for hirs to hear the cries for help.

“Oi, mate!” Cliop did not recognize the voice. But the accent was familiar. Hirs’d heard it in recordings about humans. 

Hirs turned back and hirs heart filled with joy and fear. A little distance a group of survivors was being led to hirs ship. Joy. But at the head, with a strange weapon in hand, was a human. Not any human, though, an Australian. As the inhabitants of a land committed to murder each and every one of them, Australians were the most dangerous of the Earthens. Fear.

The soldier in Cliop wanted to attack the alien. To protect the survivors from such a monster, even if it meant parting with hirs life. And that part of hirs- would have taken over, had the human not stepped aside to give the survivors room to board Cliop’s ship.

Once every last one of them was safe inside the ship, the Australian vowed to Cliop, and he could notice the effort it was making to not show its teeth. The upturned sides of its mouth gave him away.

Before Cliop could utter a word of gratitude the stranger, The Australian turned an ran back towards the burning forest. 

“G’day, mate” it yelled before it disappeared behind a wall of fire.

Somehow Cliop knew it would survive.

THE FUTURE

Reblog to skip the next 90 years.

If this post gets one million notes, I will write a 300-page story in the point of view of a wall socket.

I will really do it.