Tinfoil: sci-fi
Sep. 24th, 2005 11:29 amThe tinfoil crinkled as he spread the sheets over the surface of his house, trying to flatten every wrinkle, to make it perfectly smooth and shiny. He stood back and admired his work. He'd gotten nearly the whole house done; there was just one area in the back that still showed the peach-colored siding that used to be there. He'd always figured the government was hiding something. He didn't trust government; that was why he'd moved to live in the desert. Still, he'd never expected them to come on network TV and announce it flat-out. They'd been lying, there were aliens, and covering your house in tinfoil was a good idea. He might have been a little untrusting, but he'd still always thought those loons who covered their rooms in tinfoil were just that--loons.
Inspiration: You're going to laugh, but, uh, recipes for foil-wrapped dinners.
Story Potential: Medium. This little bit entertains me, but I've got no idea where the story would go.
Finished Length: ?
Notes: Tin-foil-covered houses. Heh heh.
Inspiration: You're going to laugh, but, uh, recipes for foil-wrapped dinners.
Story Potential: Medium. This little bit entertains me, but I've got no idea where the story would go.
Finished Length: ?
Notes: Tin-foil-covered houses. Heh heh.