here's a story i wrote recently
How Jay Jay the Jet Plane came to be
"i sure do love being a plane engineer. don't you, sally"
"no."
"oh. well i do."
"i hate war. do you hate war sally? this war we're in is pretty bad."
"do you hear that, sally? that whistleing? oh god."
"oh my god jay jay what have you done?"
"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING, ITS THE GERMANS, THEY'RE-"
and with a flash of light, an atom bomb destroyed the plane hangar... or did it?
once the mushroom cloud cleared, there were two dark figures intact
the two planes!
salvage teams rushed to them in awe, "how did they survive?" they asked.
"are the rotors okay?" one said
"let me check," the man said, walking to the front of the plane.
"OH forget WHAT THE forget"
THE PLANE HAD A FACE
"JAY JAY IS THAT YOU?!?! HOLY stuff MAN WHAT THE forget OH GOD"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IM A loving PLANE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WHAT THE forget!"
"OH JESUS loving CHRIST OH GOD EVACUATE EVERYBODY GO GO GO HOLY stuff"
fin.
A friend's version How Jay Jay the Jet Plane Came to Be
1943, WW2
A team of covert engineers were stationed at an Allied bunker outside of German territory.
Jeffery 'Jay' Jameson was head of the engineering team,
The Allied forces had a supply of national socialist utonium,
The late month of October dawn was setting on the base,
"Hey Sally, I finished the plans for our new model, we've actually finished an early prototype, would you like to see it?"
Sally was sat down at her work bench, the hard times of war had crushed her morale, but seeing James's marvelous inventions always managed to lift her spirits,
"What sort of prototype, Jay?"
"It's a new model of the F6F-3, it's a little bulky, I'm not so sure it will do us any well in this war, but maybe in a couple years, it could do us wonders"
"What sort of wonders? What wonders could we do people outside of war?" Sally looked glum
"With modifications we could transport people from all over, we could unite the world!" Jameson's hopeful tone soon turned to despair
"I don't know if we'll ever have peace though"
Jameson looked longingly at the sunset
"What do you mean, we're winning this war, of course we will have peace."
"That's what they said about World War 1, they called it 'the war to end all wars!' ... what a bunch of bullstuff"
Sally, trying to prevent James from further sulking tried to change the subject,
"What about that model? I'd love to see it."
"Oh, right! Meet me at Sector C, i want this to be a surprise"
Sally waited for an hour, waiting for him to contact him via radio frequency.
Finally, someone buzzed in
"We have incoming fire, all personnel brace for impact!"
The frequency was not James, it was the commander's.
Everyone in the base were in a panic, then wait, James!
"WHERE'S JAMES? OH GOD I CANT LEAVE HIM!" she was striken with fear and panic,
"NO SALLY ITS TOO LATE YOU GOTTA GET DOWN- OH GOD THE BOMBS ARE COMING GET THE forget DOWN"
She ran towards the base but before she knew it it was too late, she reached the entrance of the base
An hour later she awoke from complete unconsciousness, blood dripping down from her face. Though she was losing a lot of blood, all of her limbs were still intact .She could hardly move, but she managed to crawl towards the entrance of the base,
"James? are you still there?"
The smoke still hadn't cleared from the blast...
Suddenly a low, broken voice had spoken to her through the fog,
"Sally...."
"JAMES?! IS THAT YOU!?"
She saw what looked like the silhouette of a plane.
"Is this what you've been working on? James its beauti-"
she paused, the smoke cleared and she looked in complete horror at the figure that stood parked in front of her
"MOTHER OF GOD, JAMES WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!"
She stood in horror at what lied in front of her
A face had been completely merged onto the front area of the plane,
James's face.
"JAY? JAY JAY?!"
The plane opened its jet-powered eyes loosely and turned to Sally,
"That's me."
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