This was originally written for a writing class I took over the Summer in 2021. Some of these stories had prompts, which are noted after the story along with other comments.
This was the town of Bigrock, known for it’s famous Big Rock (better known as a mountain by today’s experts). Grug was not from Bigrock. Grug was from the city of Lakeside, known for the lake beside it - and its famous Pteranodon wings. Grug worked for the Rock Delivery Service, and was assigned to deliver a package to a Witch Doctor Rocksmith. The usual delivery person was out. She got in a traffic accident with an Ankylosaurus while riding a strange new vehicle. Grug heard they were like boats but for the earth. Grug didn’t trust them and decided to deliver this package on foot, as he always had.
Grug approached the Witch Doctor’s cave. A winding dirt road led up to its entrance. As he got closer, Grug noticed two odd constructs covered by a wooden hut of sorts. He couldn’t make them out properly, but he could make out the rockbox. Something was off about it. It was stuffed with tablets and parchment. Just then, a strong gust of wind blew across the fields. The parchment fluttered about in the box, and something moved in the hut. Instinctively, Grug turned. The machines had moved. But how? They were made of stone. There was no way stone could be moved by the wind. Unless…
These must be those new things. Those… what were they called? Grug thought for a moment. Ah yes, cars. They must be evil. They must quench for blood. Why else would the previous delivery person be injured by them? Grug shook. Were they really moved by the wind? Or did they move with it so he wouldn’t notice that they’re alive? They must have killed the Witch Doctor and sent for him to deliver this package! This must be a trap! But Grug knew better than to fall for it. Grug threw the package at the cars. They screeched as they reeled back. Now was his chance. Grug ran for it.
The prompt for this one was "A substitute postal carrier comes to a rural home where the mailbox is overflowing with previously delivered mail. The postal carrier observes that there are two cars in the driveway. What should the postal carrier do?" I'm not too fond of this one, but I also don't dislike it. It's kinda just there.