Scribblings

Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! facebook.com/author.anrisaryn Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!

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14. Synthetic Life

          "...so, according to my theory, life can be created by simply combining these compounds."
         "Are you sure, Doctor? We don't want any explosions."
         The entire conferance room rippled with chuckles. Alesky's face grew warm with embarassment, but he controlled it.
         "Please, gentlemen," he argued. "I'm sure of the process this time." He put his hands firmly on the podium, an expression of determination on his features.
         "If we provide more funding, we expect results within the month," an older member of the audience commented. 
         "Yes, sir. I will have them soon."
 

         Alesky sighed, slumping down into the chair. He put a hand on his forehead with another sigh.
         "Honey, calm down. You can have those results in a week."
         "That's just it, Melania," he answered, pulling of his shoes. "I don't know if I can."
         His wife emerged from the kitchen with a warm mug of tea, still steaming. He reached out and took it.
         "Thanks, darling..." he said, trailing off into thought. He took a sip and sit it down on the marble-topped side table.
         Melania leaned on the doorway and crosses her arms, her brow furrowed in concern. "Don't let your work get in the way, honey. This isn't the first time I've seen you like this..."
         Alesky looked up with a thankful smile. "Meli, I know I can do this. I just...need time."
         "Well," she replied, walking over to collect his now empty mug, "don't forget the reason you started this in the first place," she added, kissing him on the forehead. "Going back to the beginning is sometimes the best way to move forward.
         He smiled. "That's one of the reasons I married you, Meli. You always know ho to make me feel better."

         The scientist switched on the light. He was always he first in the laboratory. As the head of the project, he always had to be there early. Taking down a peetry dish down from the shelf and cleaned it silently. He wondered where his assistants were.
         "Alright, Alesky...you can do this. Come on..."
         Drip...drip...
         Two drops in the dish, a little dry compound, and crossed fingers. Something in the dish moved.
         "Jesus CHRIST!" he started. His pulse quickened in excitement. Had he finally done it?
         The thing in the dish stirred and grew larger. Alesky nearly fell back in his chair.
         A door slammed, and keys jingled. The man started, and somehow managed to get the peetry dis into the air. He almost had a heart attack. His eyes widened and his hands flailed.
         Gaining control, he gently placed the dish back on the table as the door opened.
         "Alesky, you ok?"
         The scientist's face was now red in shock and relief.
         "Damian! Holy crap! You scared the b'jesus out of me!"
         Damian grinned. "Ales, you are so high strung."
         Alesky frowned, the looked back at the dish. "Hey, Damian! Look! It worked!"
         Damian's eyes widened as he stared at the slowly growing mass in the dish. It swayed gently, acting much like gelatin.
         "It seems to be some form of cytoplasm," Damian comments, rubbing his slightly furry chin.
         The thing grew largerr quickly until it suddenly exploded from the dish. It was about the size of a golf ball, though in the shape was that of a worm. It curled up, them extended, crawling across the table. The two men stared in amazement, mouths gaping.
         "What...is it?" Alesky asked.
         "I...have no idea..." Damian replied, blinking.
         The thing reared up, seemingly looking around. It made a squeak, then rippled.
         "It's trying to communicate!"
         "I don't believe it...!"
         The thing extended and flexed, coiling up then weaving.
         Then, it said something.
         "Greetings, humans! I demand that you build me a bridge, or I will destroy your minds!"
         The two men's eyes widened in shock, excitement, and slight fear.
         "What...the...hell?"
         Alesky's eyes opened slowly. He found himself unable to see and unable to breath. Then, he realized his face was in the pillow. He blinked and rolled over. His wife was next to him snoring slightly, a book laying face down on her chest.
         "...it was only a dream...?"
         He sighed and looked at his alarm. It read 6:59 AM. 
         "Not again!" he groaned, shoving the pillow over his head. "Stupid sleep cycle."

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