Young Writers Society

The gargoylian flothrapis had died. The very last of its kind. A large mammal of the bird family, with four silver tipped wings and a beak that curved upwards. Regarded as a stupid, unlikable bird, it died of shame.

It had initially been found on Mars, after ignorant 21st century astronauts had actually decided to like inside the planet (idiots) and found twenty-nine million types of living organisms inside.

The gargoylian flothrapis's were shoved and poked into zoos all over the world. Obese children and American tourists flocked to touch them, stroke them, and try to make them smile. Soon however, the public adoration was to wane, as Uranus was opened up for the world to see. Finding Amelia Earheart gave everybody quite a shock.

I was ordered to bury it. Not why I joined the inter-planetary-squadron, to be honest. I wanted to find new planets and plant the flags, be handsome and dashing, and enjoy flings with beautiful aliens. Now I'm burying dead birds.

Though this, was no ordinary adventure. This was no merely a journey of space. This was a journey into discovery, into humans, into the very basis of our souls. Most importantly, a journey INTO THE UNKNOWN!

(Don't you love that media hooh-hah?)

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2087.

What a great year to be alive. President. Terr of the American Empire announced France was to be sank, McDonalds developed the burger that makes you lose wait, Paris Hilton finally died.

I was in Grimsby at the time. It used to be part of Great Britain, but as we all know, Great Britain was forced to become part of the American Alliance in 2050. Big Ben was destroyed in favor of 'Bigger Ben, sponsored by Pepsi', King Charles was exiled, and the hell began.

Not that I'm complaining, we could have been invaded by the upcoming Canadian Empire (which frankly, would've been plain boring) and America were good to us. Fairly. They took all our wealth but proclaimed us a 'democracy'. ME.

2087 was also when Uranus was opened up. It was huge. Huge and beautiful sight I had ever seen.

TO BE CONTINUED.

He he, I really wrote this to have some fun. So, there's no need for a real serious, in depth critique if you don't want to.

Oh and by the way, in case there's a backlash. I'm not anti-American, I'm anti republican-America.