The below is the response to writing prompt I wrote in my writing group. It was a whole lot of fun, so I decided to share. Enjoy!
Prompts: Alien/goblins, splat, open treasure chest, angry person eating
The man looked in the cupboard. Out of cookies again! That was what happened when you had teenagers. He grabbed leftover pizza and started eating.
“We be goblins! We be Goblins! We be Gobliiiiiiiinnnnnnnsssssssss!”
The cupboard under the sink opened, and marching line of goblins strode out. None of them had to duck to get out from under the sink. They all had green skin and pointy ears, and sang with chipmunk voices that made him want to strangle them.
“What are you guys doing here?” he said after he managed to swallow his pizza without choking.
“Searching for treasure,” said who he guessed was the leader goblin.
“We cleaned out the garage last year,” he said, putting on his poker face. “No treasure, trust me.”
“What about the basement?” Another goblin piped up.
“There can’t be anything good in the basement,” he said, trying not to sound exasperated.
“You have a gateway to another world under your sink, dude. And you want us to believe there is no treasure here?”
“I know!” Another goblin piped up. “Let’s go to the shed.”
“Oh, ah, the shed,” he struggled to come up with an excuse.
In unison, they stuck up their song again. “We be Goblins! We be Goblins! We be Gobliiiinnnnnnnnnnsssssssssssss!”
Crap.
In his haste to run out to the shed he knocked a ketchup bottle to the ground and it shattered, leaving a floor covered with glass and ketchup. He tripped and fell, cursing in multiple tongues, as his hand was cut by glass. By the time he had the glass cleaned up and ran to the shed he knew the scene before him.
The goblins had opened the treasure chest, and were staring into a light of gold. A rainbow came out of the chest.
A leprechaun jumped out. “I am free! Free! After that jerk had me trapped in that chest so he could steal my gold!” The leprechaun had a salt and pepper beard and tattered clothes.
“No! How will I pay my mortgage?” the man cried out in despair.
“I dunno, maybe a job?” said the leprechaun.
“Let’s divvy up the treasure!” cried the goblins.
“That’s my treasure,” the man said, hands on his hips. “I stole it fair and square.”
“Nay lads, its mine!” The leprechaun cried, his eyes burning red.
The goblins shared a look, trying to decide what to do. Meanwhile the leprechaun refused to wait for his vengeance and leaped onto the man. The little green man howled to reveal a mouth of fangs, which he sunk into the man’s neck, who howled in pain.
“Try to imprison me! Ha ha, see the wrath of the leprechaun! And I don’t mean that pansy from that movie with Jennifer Anniston!”
The three goblins closed the chest, and lifted it over their heads and began marching back to underneath the sink.
“Wait! What are you three doing? Come back here!” The leprechaun leaped at the new thieves. Small bodies tussled around outside, with blood being sprayed from the leprechaun’s bites. When a goblin grabbed the leprechaun he bit into them and squirmed free. Finally a goblin slammed the leprechaun into the chest and knocked him out.
“You see!” said the triumphant goblin. “This is so much better than bowling!”
“Ha, I told you the surface was better than binging House of Cards,” said another goblin, looking smug.
“You aren’t the ones with all the leprechaun bites,” the third goblin grumbled.
“That so doesn’t sound right,” the second goblin said.
“Who cares?” the triumphant goblin said, still doing a happy dance. “We got the gold.”
“We be Goblins! We be Goblins! We be Gobliiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnssssssss!” They sang happily, carrying their spoils below.