City of IF

[Geek_girl72]

It's time for the latest Kingsmen-run contest! The rules are simple: After a 20 fable entry free, you post here to describe a scene depicting a specific situation, then it's put to a vote (non-competitors only) and the winner recieves 75% of the potfull!

And the official scene for this comp is....Tell the president that Aliens are invading (all generas admited.)

Entrance is open till November 4th, voting ends November 8th, happy writing!


Note: Please submit all entry fees to the Kingsmen Treasury along with a tagline stating that it is for this contest

[D-Lotus]

Johnson sprints down the red velvet carpet. His black leather Italian dress shoes squeak as he runs, and squish-thump as he stomps on the soft moquette. Squish-thump. Squeak. A lungful of air and a pant. Johnson quickly wipes his brow in mid-run and rushes on towards the president's bed-quarters. Squish-thump. Squeak. Arms flailing and nearly skidding, Johnson struggles to a stop in front of the oaken door of the president's bed-quarters. Knock, knock. Sleepy groans emanate from inside the presidential chambers. Knock, knock. Johnson tidies up his tie as hasty footsteps approach the door.

"What the hell do you want, Johnson?" demands the puzzled president, rubbing his eyes and scratching his head as he thrusts the door open. "Can't you see Barbara is still sleeping?"

"Mr. Bush," Johnson commences, but his voice falters. He clears his throat and insists, "Mr. Bush, it's an emergency! A national crisis!"

"Well, if you'd update me what you mean by crisis, then in the first place we wouldn't have to sit and wait for you to inform me." W. Bush garbles, yet to recover from his drowsiness. "Oh, Goddamit, Johnson, jest tell me what the hell is goin' on!" he finally barks after a confusing pause.

The bodyguard bites his lip, and breathes in deep before continuing nervously. "Sir, I regret to inform you... I regret to inform you that the aliens are invading."

"No!" cries the president, raising his hands in the air. Then he collapses on the floor. Johnson quickly squats down in order to assist his superior.

"Goddamit, Johnson, didn't I tell'em?" sobs George W. "Didn't I warn Congress that raising a wall weren't gonna be enough?"

"That you did, sir." admits his bodyguard, casting a forlorn gaze through the window towards the solitary, now soon-to-be imperiled American flag fluttering in the court-yard.

"Those Goddam Mexicans!" curses W. Bush, fist raised, before collapsing into his bodyguard's empathetic embrace.

[Chinaren]

Ha! Good one D! :D

[Smee]

"Mr. President. Aliens are invading!"

"Nuke the bastards."

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Ahem... erm sorry. Couldn't resist.

If (more substantial) inspiration appears, then I'll sneak a proper entry in. :)

[KM Treasury]

lol, that's perfectly proper. There were no restrictions or requirements on length :D

[Guest]

In the Oval Office, a solitary man stands behind his desk and looks out the window at the cloudless sky. It was the perfect blue and the sun was shining bright. Birds were singing in the trees and the dog was chasing a stray cat that the Secret Service had failed to shoot when it got in through the fence. The moment that the man looked back up at the sky, a bright flash and an explosion caught his attention.

The man got frightened and assumed the fetal position with his thumb in his mouth under his desk. he only took out his thumb when he noticed somebody run into the Oval Office.

"Mr. Bush, I mean Mr. President where in the hell are you?" asked Parson a woman who worked under the President in the White House. A single whimper came from under the desk. Parson sighed and climbed up onto the desk. She hung her head over the edge and saw the President.

"Um, sir. I don't if you noticed or not, but aliens are invading," she said.

"Get the damn Pentagon to take care of it," Bush said, taking the thumb from his mouth to speak.

"Sir, the aliens just blew up the Pentagon," Parson said as gravity pulled the glasses off her face.

"Well what am I supposed to do? Who do you think I am, the damn President?" Bush asked, practically screaming at the assistant on top of the desk.

"Sir, you are the President," Parson said with a sigh.

"Fine then, hand me the phone," Bush said as he crawled out from under the desk.

Right when Parson's hand reached for the phone, there was a low rumbling. Both Bush and Parson looked out the window.

"Oh God save us now," Bush said as he laid eyes on the UFO. There was a bright flash and an explosion. The White House was now in ruins. There were only two survivors, the President and his assistant, Parson.

"Damn it, I don't think my insurance covers alien attacks," Bush said as he looked around at what used to be the White House.

"Don't worry, the American tax dollars will take care of it," Parson said as she bent over and picked up her glasses and putting them back on her face.

[Masterweaver]

With quiet and devastating precision, I placed each foot on the next step. Sweat poured down my face, rivaling Niagara Falls for moisture, as each carpeted stair sucked down my seven-hundred-dollar shoes hungrily. I fiddled quietly with my suit, hoping against hope that I would look neat, tidy, in control. I flattened my tie, and then flattened it again. It refused to be smooth. Oh well, it wasn't like it was important anymore---

Wasn't important anymore...

Suddenly, it all made sense. I relaxed, smiled. There was nothing more to fear anymore. There would never be anything to fear again. I politely rapped on the door to the Oval office, knowing full well that I could threaten the president without any fear of consequences. It would never matter, nothing could possibly matter. I could face the apocalypse without a flinch.

The door opened, and there, in all his glory, was the leader of my nation. His blue shirt and relaxed attitude hid the darting eyes that forever watched America for signs of danger. His white, slightly balding hair and gaunt features had a nobility all their own. He turned to me, a question on his face, but all he said was, “Hello, Mr. Defense Secretary. To what do I owe the call?”

My self-resolve vanished as though absorbed into those words. I fiddled nervously with my tie. “Mister president, perhaps you recall a few months back? The Nevada incident?” He nodded. Good. I continued. “There was no record of the vandals, as you know. Well, we think we’ve found out why.”

“And?”

I drew in a breath. “The vandalizing was photon-based. That technology isn’t readily available to anyone.”

“Are you saying this is a terrorist threat?”

“Perhaps, but with a technology we had no idea existed.”

“So? Who has developed this photon tech?”

There was a pause. I tried to figure how to frame it in a calm rational matter, then gave up and decided to just let it out.

“Extra-terrestrials, sir. They just declared war via military radio.”

[Geek_girl72]

Okay, voting ends on the 8th, so get your votse in quick!

[Bookwizard]

all the entris were good, but i have to say Ds was the best, i very much enjoyed reding it, good job :lol:

[Geek_girl72]

Cograts! Sorry it took a couple extra days to finish this, I had a sort of family thing going on. You prize is pending!

[D-Lotus]

Thank-you, everyone. I would give a speech, but I am too busy wallowing in my success. :D

Woot! I won another contest!