This is a story I found on my hard drive that my brother and I wrote last year. It's actually quite funny and involves steamed vegetables, which is something that isn't included in many stories so you might never get this chance again!

That is unless you are looking for anything with literary virtue and things without violence. This story is the kind that can only be made by two evil American children bored with trying to find something to turn in to class.

It was the first day of the mission. She had flown in the entourage of 50 transports comprised of 300 other cadets, captains, crewmembers and robots on the long weary trip from Saturn. Before moving on from her stop they had had to backtrack to the semi-inhabited planet of Venus. They picked up the other 45 ships there, and continued on to Mars, the red planet. All 95 of the ships had stopped there for a day to refuel. Then, they flew to the gigantically huge planet of Jupiter, where they had been sucked to the ground of Ganymede, Jupiter’s largest moon, by the gravitational force. They had stayed there for one night to recuperate and continued on their weary journey to the ninth planet, Pluto. She was between Neptune and Pluto at the moment.

Alex rested on her cot and picked up her book marked “Alex De Gorgon”. The book was called Deep Space Monsters. They had always interested Alex. She was only afraid of two of them. The Man-Eater, which ate all things ravenously, without a known destruction (probably because people hadn’t seen it often enough to try anyway), was the first fear. The Unknown was her bigger fear of the two. It is rather unknown (hence the name). No pictures have been taken, and only two people have lived long enough to write short journal entries on the way their colleagues and friends were dying off. The Unknowns are different from most monsters and animals in that they kill things for no apparent reason. They don’t kill them outright though, no, that would not be enough fun. They play with them mercilessly. They actually quite resemble humans in that respect. Alex fell asleep reading about the Rothchinmowett, in short, a carnivorous tree frog of great proportions.

Alex awoke to the buzzer-like noise that was her alarm clock. She yawned, and put away her book. She sifted her thick brown hair through a brush’s bristles, and picked up her lone bag. She had a feeling she was forgetting something. A quick inspection of her specified area turned up three wrappers, and a small velvet bag. It contained her “pet” snail, Alleuvia. She had been told that snails were all the rage on Pluto, because they can adjust to all climates. This was true, but due to their hard shells, they were not cuddly little travel companions that remind you of home (not that Alex particularly wanted to think of home, but it was always nice to have something to remember it by, just in case). Despite this very minute setback, she had become quite attached to her snail, and daily stroked her tropical blue and orange striped shell.

Alex walked through long, seemingly identical hallways. Luckily, they had put up signs in this ship to direct the routes. She followed the cafeteria arrow, and miraculously ended up in the right place.

The smell of stewed vegetables had awakened the large snail. Alex could feel her moving awkwardly in the small bag. The smell of the stewed vegetables had strangely awakened Alex as well. This was inordinate because stewed vegetables were the worst (and coincidentally the cheapest) thing Alex had ever eaten.

She sat down next to her closest friend so far.

“Bonjour, Alice.”, said Alex.(“Hello, Alice.”)

“Bonjour, Alex!”, said Alice Drumonde. (Alice was from France, which means she would have spoken French, except for the fact that she was mute, due to the fact that a giant carnivorous snail, a favorite French delicacy, had eaten her vocal chords. So, she now spoke through her left ear, through a painful series of operations in which, the vocal chords of a dog and Chilean Mountain Goat had been fused together and implanted behind her cochlea resulting in a terrible ringing and limiting her hearing on that side so she continually had to turn her head from side to side during conversation making her the prime target for a smack from all passersby {another problem which will be adressed later}. This was unfortunately not the side on which Alex sat so she had to ask the person on the opposite side of Alice to repeat everything in correct French (without earwax blockage, a horrible problem of Alice’s resulting in a very nasally sound and making her appear to screech through the left side of her head. This new form of “French” had been dubbed by the French government to be deconstructive and named “screechy-wierdo French” and she the “snail protagonist”.) (“Hello, Alex!“)

They ate very little together, as the meal was stewed vegetables, and Alex was not much conversation with this freak, just companionship and long hours of staring at each other as whenever Alice spoke Alex promptly put on a pair of earmuffs and said goodbye.

“Au revoir, je te verrai demain!” (“Goodbye, I will see you tomorrow!”)

“Au revoir, Alice.”, said Alex, putting on her earmuffs and mistakenly dropping Alleuvia, who was devoured before the shell hit the floor by the “snail protagonist”, who had dubbed herself the “snail avenger and always wore her snail-cape.(“Goodbye, Alice.”)

Alex then beat the living s**t out of Alice and then removed Alleuvia from the “snail protagonist’s” intestines with her dinner fork (Alex always enjoyed dissections.), and replaced the body with stewed vegetables.