Fiction | Fantasy
Sour Salty Orchestra
When beasts attack the surface of the Earth, humans are forced to flee and hide underground, unless they are looking to become a beast snack… sour or salty.
This story was created by first taking the names of one song and four bands, and then doing a play on each name, quite often making it the opposite of what it originally was. Can you guess which spots include the one song and the four bands?
My father was in the Sour Salty Orchestra. He didn’t know this at the time of joining, he only found out once the beasts attacked.
He was in the middle of a performance when a two-story tall beast burst through the wall and began picking off people one by one, devouring them whole. Each time he ate one he stated how they tasted.
“Sour.”
“Salty.”
“Sour.”
“Sour.”
“Salty.”
The entire strings section was labeled sour. Most of the woodwinds were salty. The French Horn got no complaints.
My father was the only one to escape that building with his life. He was crafty. He ran when he needed to. He hid when he needed to. That’s how he stayed…
