The Council of Curious was called to collect
It had been three star cycles since last time they met
This planet was different than any they'd seen
The flora, the fauna, the things in-between
They had a decision, for better or worse
What were they going to do about Earth?
The first member spoke, too impatient to wait
"This whole crazy planet is brimming with hate!
Everything kills and eats everything else
My visit to Earth was a visit to hell"
The murmurs that followed all seemed to agree.
Most of them had similar feelings it seemed.
"The carbon-based lifeforms" began member two,
"Are curious and rare, exciting and new.
But novelty's not always something to praise,
We can't forget lessons learned from Gamma 8"
More murmurs and frowns from the councilors there.
A hard choice now hung like a fog in the air.
The next to speak up was councilor three,
"I'm afraid you won't hear much different from me.
I was assigned to examine the breakers
The ones who burn gasses and trees by the acre. They're built to destroy and they're getting much better.
In the last hundred Earth years they screwed up the weather!
They know what they're doing, they know how to change things,
But most of them go on, destroying, enslaving...
The ones they look up to, chosen to lead
Are physical manifestations of greed.
They use their resources to fly into space
Despite the starvation within their own race.
I know that it's hard but I just cannot see
How Earth can be saved, and I think you agree."
A silence stretched out like the vastness of space.
Earth was a problem. It must be erased.
"Thwip thwip thwip thwip". What was that sound?
The focus was broken. Councilors looked around.
Off in the corner was young councilor 12.
They usually left her right there by herself.
In this somber moment she wore something vile
A big goofy unabashed genuine smile.
They followed her gaze to the source of the noise.
In front of her laid what the breakers called "toys."
"Councilor 12 could you please read the room?
We're talking of sentencing a planet to doom."
Removing a couple white plugs from her hearers,
She gestured toward all of the things that were near her.
"Shit Earth is rad, don't you dudes all agree?
I just started learning bout Dragon Ball Z.
And better than that, check these Pokemon cards!
Some kid on Earth traded me this Charizard!"
The councilors looked at each other, confused.
"What exactly does a Charizard do?"
"He can dig he can fly he can breathe fire and more!
Let's just say he's bad news if you're Venasaur"
"Oh damn that sounds tight" said Councilor 3
"You think there's a Pokemon suited to me?"
"Yes, gather round all and do not be afraid.
This kid also showed me these sick ass Beyblades"
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH"
Timmy's Mom yelled, astounded.
"You won't get your toys back. I told you you're grounded!"
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Mark Wheatley
Hi I’m Mark. I like sandwiches and sandwich-like foods
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