ET Fanfiction

This is an idea taken from the movie ET

What if Reese’s pieces turned ET into the monster?

Something was hiding in the shed; Elliot knew it was something great.  He placed a row of Reese’s Pieces out for ET.  A long bony finger reached out and slowly picked up the candy.  ET put the candy to his head and made a sucking sound, then placed the candy in what looked to be its mouth. 

Elliot stepped back and watched to see if ET would come out of the shed, he had never seen a finger or hand like the one that picked up the candy.  Suddenly he didn’t feel so brave.  Then he heard a strange noise “Mmmmm”.  Elliot’s eyes widened “Hey buddy, would you like some more?” he said in a small voice.  “Moorree!” ET said quietly slowly pronouncing each letter.  Elliot put more Reese’s Pieces out for ET, it ate them faster, crying out for “More! More! More!”  Elliot fed the last of the candy to ET which made ET violent, it started jumping off the walls in the small shed. 

The power from ET flinging himself around was causing all the garden tools and other stuff to fly off the walls and shelves. The glass windows in the shed door shattered.  Elliot was terrified! He ran into the house, ET ran after him he was closeing in on Elliot. 

Elliot grabbed a kitchen chair on his way through and pulled it behind him hoping to slow ET down, it worked!  Elliot ran down the hall, he was heading to the safety of his room when his little sister Gertie opened her door Elliot pushed past her and slammed the door.  ET hit the door, moaned then all went quiet.

Thinking ET was gone Elliot looked at Gertie, they opened the door ET was gone; there was no sign of it at all.  Gertie whispered “What was that Elliot?”

“I don’t know, but we can’t tell Mom! Come on!”  The two left the room together to see what damage was caused in the kitchen and the shed. “Nothing is messed up!” exclaimed Elliot. Everything ET knocked over was put back in place just like it was never touched.  He was starting to believe he was imagining things when he heard a noise from the front room.  Elliot grabbed a kitchen knife; Gertie grabbed the broom from the closet.  They were ready! 

On the count of three, they jumped through the door, eyes closed, weapons in hand yelling at the top of their lungs.  The scream from the front door was way too familiar, “MOM” the kids yelled in unison.  “What in heaven’s name are you two up to? AND what are you doing with that knife?” She couldn’t believe her eyes “No more late night scary movies and candy when I’m gone anymore!  Now off to bed with the both of you!”  She took the knife from Elliot and the broom from Gertie.  Gertie was talking a mile a minute as she tried to explain about the monster Elliot brought into the house.  Mom told the kids to get to bed and they would not be told again! 

Elliot and Gertie marched off to bed, Gertie stopped at her door and looked up at Elliot, “I know what we saw, and it WAS real wasn’t it Elliot?”  “Goodnight Gertie, don’t worry about it, it’s gone now” Elliot tired to sound grown-up, but he didn’t feel so sure.  That thing was gone, but where?  One thing for sure he wasn’t going to have those Reese’s Pieces ever again, what if that thing came back for more?  For that matter he didn’t care if he ever ate candy again! 

The last thing he thought of before he finally fell asleep was the long bony fingers that picked up the candies; Elliot rolled over pulling the covers close to his chin.  Just before he closed his eyes he thought he saw a shadow move from within his closet

A cold shiver ran down his spine, as he pulled the covers over his head.

 

Plunderverse

The Sick Rose by William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!

The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

 Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

 

  he  ro            ill   B ake

 Rose,      art      

The                worm
in the night,
             howling,

out
Of             joy,
                his love
          thy life  .

Musings of a Soul

1.

Musings of a Soul

Sitting still, alone in the chair
Musing of the day she could comb her own hair.
Rock back rock forth
              Wash rinse and repeat
Taping in time with old tired feet.
Waiting, watching, chewing, and spit,
To think of life and here this is it.
A life-long lived
                Mind like a sieve.
Living here or rotting away
Oh come now, come, that last blessed day.
Eat this drink that to help you along
Closing eyes humming a song.
Sleep quiet sleep long sleep all through the night
Walk gently step lively into the light.
Where is this Heaven?
                  Where is this hell?
I thought when I wnet all would be well!
Where is the garden of roses galore
Near blue shining waters lapping the shore?
Where are the angels to sing me a song
Do they not know I have waited so long?
Awake from a slumber
                    Get up from a sleep
Wipe tired eyes no need to weep
"What did you dream? Why so sad?"
"That must'a bin quite the nightmare you had!"


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If you have ever cared for an elderly member of your family, you may have heard them say they wish they could just die and get ‘it’ over with.  The speaker in the poem Musings of a Soul is not only thinking about getting life over with, but she is willing to take life (or in this case death) into her own hands.

 The poem is written in four stages, first is a description of the speaker’s state.  The second stage is describing a decision made.  The third stage is a description of what death becomes to her. The fourth stage is a surprising twist, with the realization that death may not be so great just yet.

Imaginary Essay

It is apparent that the theme of the poem “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas is of death. It is human nature to fight for life.  The first five stanzas of the poem are generalized.  Stating that old age should be fast and furious near the end of life; “Old age should burn and rave at close of day”, making it seem unfair the aged must slowly die after living so long.  The observations made of the wise, the good, the wild and the grave are interesting.  It illustrates to the reader that no matter what type of person one is, or the regrets one may have throughout a lifetime, do not matter in death.  “And learned, too late, they grieved it on its way,…”.  However in the last stanza the writer formulates the poem so the topic becomes personal by adding the plea to his own father who is on his death bed “And you, my father, there on the sad height,”; “do not go gentle into that good night”.  The tone of the poem is poignant; do not give up the fight be brave in the face of death, even though death is inevitable. 

This poem has a total of six stanzas, the first five stanzas have three lines and the sixth stanza has four.  It is written in Villanella style, aba aba aba.  Notice every other line rhymes and the last line of every other stanza is repeated, making it song like as in a Villanella.  The poet used metaphors and similes, “Their frail deeds might have danced…” describing the ‘good men’ and their feeling of incompleteness.  “Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,” telling how ‘grave men’ (serious men) are enlightened to the real joys of life.