Tevun-Krus #22 - Best of 2015

The jungle was oddly quiet. The leaves had stopped whispering in the winds, the proud lion softly made its way behind a begonia bush for a nap and the elephants had stopped trumpeting and lay peacefully in muddy clearings. Of course-quiet, like bad Thai food, can never last.

A warm blue light slowly made its way up from the porous ground and soon it grew faster and faster and faster, until it suddenly flashed, a flash that would blinded everyone if anyone was there. With a sudden burst of colours, two figures leap onto the floor from seemingly midair. One landed with a bump and a groan and the other slowly descended.

"How come I'm always the guy that ends up with a migraine," complained short sandy-haired Cypher.

Drax, a calm dark-haired individual, said,"Maybe it's because I read the instruction manual before we began this little escapade in time."

"Well, I'm sorry but I was a little busy with the end of the world about five minutes away."

"Oh, please. You wanted to spray paint 'toilet head' on the side of your cousin's car before you died. Let me remind you that I was the one that saved our butts from the invasion."

"Let's just agree to disagree, OK?"

"Whatever."

Brushing himself off, Cypher stared at the endless expanse of trees and wildlife. "Where d'yah think we ended up this time?"

"From what I can see, I estimate that we're on Planet Canus Majorus in the year 4628 on the morning of October 22," said Drax.

"Wow," said Cypher. "How did you get all that?"

"I read the coordinates on the dashboard."

"Ah."

FIVE EXTREMELY BORING HOURS LATER

"We're here," said Drax as they crossed into a metropolitan city sort of like New York-except with lightsabers. Lightsabers make everything better.

Looming buildings towered over them and quite literally reached for the skies and bored citizens rushed through the sidewalks for no particular reason.

But they were stopped suddenly by what looked like a regular human with violet eyes and red hair. "Who are you?"

Before Drax could manage a word, Cypher suddenly burst in,"We're the traveling circus!"

"No we're not," Drax quickly cut in. "We're time travellers."

Cypher gave him a look that either said: "Are you insane, no one's gonna believe in time travel," or "I need a porta potty," Probably the second one.

"Oh," said the stranger. "We get that quite often. Our city gets those types all the time."

But, thousands of years before and light years away, the author's fingers come to a dead halt. He checks his watch-he's out time! Plus he's having noodles for lunch. Well, he decided, there was only one thing for it. Give them a half-assed ending that satisfies basically nobody and makes no sense.

He typed: Suddenly, a meteor struck the planet and everyone died. The end.

Yes, he reflected, as downed the stringy goodness of noodles, he'd made the right choice.

THE END