By 6th Grade Students at Kennedy Middle School, Village B
May 2012
The alien stood by its spaceship. SpongeBob watched. He wondered why the alien and its spaceship were underwater. Purple fluid flowed out of the spaceship polluting the water. Could the spaceship have crashed?
The alien looked exactly like a mythical unicorn. In addition, it was currently burping butterflies and farting rainbows. Did it have indigestion? The unicorn was light purple with a neon pink horn. The spaceship was super cool. It was like a tiny pink balloon and it had a smiley face on it. The unicorn was even tinier.
SpongeBob thought this must be a really nice alien. Strangely, this tiny unicorn had skin that was all gnarly and bumpy like broccoli and it was dripping wet. The neon pink horn was drooping under the water’s weight. It looked as if it would feel soft like a sponge.
The unicorn creature smelled gross – a cross between a hippo, a cow, dirt and ash. Yuck! The unicorn, besides burping and farting, was braying like donkey – hee-haw, hee-haw. The ship was making a low hissing sound as if it was releasing air.
SpongeBob was busy eating a spacegun filled with purple Jell-O. It had shot out of the balloon and he couldn’t resist it. It tasted like squid, probably a lot like SquidWard would taste if he chose to take a bite out of him. SpongeBob liked to take risks. He liked to live on the edge. He was curious what that purple gunk would taste like so he bent down, scooped up a handful and ate it. It was the classic combo of gummy worms and hair. Yummy! As SpongeBob took another handful, he noticed that the unicorn was looking straight at him – its eyes wide with shock surprise.
“Oh no,” cried the unicorn. “Don’t eat that. It is nuclear and if it mixes with a sponge substance it could explode!”
SpongeBob stopped mid-bite, shocked. He immediately threw up. He hoped he got rid of all the gunk.
“Why you do here?” SpongeBob asked. Then he added, “I must be insane. I need to go to a doctor. I think you are cool, little unicorn but I have started to eat chairs and sing the Happy Napper song all the time and that can’t be good.
The unicorn responded “Get off my lawn!”
That put SpongeBob’s square back up. He wasn’t going to budge. After all, it was his water and the unicorn was the one who was an alien here.
SpongeBob suddenly had a thought: New Neighbor! This could be epic. An alien unicorn as his new neighbor, his new friend. I’m ready!
The “Cliffhanger” End.
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