Little Girl (56 Words)
The aliens were sensitive to life forms, but Ji11 wasn’t a life form.
She was the last thing the humans in their containment cell expected to see, carrying the codes for their release.
Ji11 would never understand the relief on the captives’ faces, but she understood the pride in Mary’s quiet whisper: “That’s my little girl!”
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Coming (133 Words)
She was going to do it. She had never been more terrified in her whole life.
Her old self-doubts came crowding around her. You can’t do this, you’re weak. You get tired running half a mile. Your stomach is like a rollercoaster, up and down. Think how sick you were this morning.
It’s true. She had been sick. But if she didn’t do this, no one else would.
The Bell That Couldn’t Ring (192 Words)
One day they would have to ring the bell. It was inevitable. With the increasing attacks from the cave crawlers, it was only a matter of time before barbed and electric wire was breached and the town would be overcome. So there Peter stood in the hopes of saving at least a few of the townsfolk, ready to ring the bell.
A light voice made him turn. “You know they won’t come in the daytime. You can relax, silly.”
There was a sudden thump. A human silhouette was plastered against the steaming shower door.
Snoggle raised his head wearily, letting his fingers splay on the tile floor. The water ran little rivers down his angular back.
“I told you,” he said. “You can’t scare me.”
There was an audible sigh. The silhouette slumped. “It’s not fair!”
Undercover (200 Words)
Casey sat with all the faded dignity of a self-crowned queen, her arm resting on the back of her plastic chair, her hat set back on her forehead at a jaunty angle.
Aryn set the plate of fries and cheese in front of her with a care that was too deliberate to be ignored.
“No,” he said. “I won’t do it. I’ve already shown you too much.”
Martians Walking the Moon (113 Words)
The most common assumptions about aliens are that they are somehow our intellectual superiors. Most imagine a new race of beings with superior technological skill or medical superiority. But then again, there are others who imagine aliens are, if not our intellectual peers, perhaps more primitive than us.
There is always a fourth option.
The Heist (193 Words)
There’s something about a market in the early morning. Very little traffic, few passersby. The smell of humidity under the slow-rising sun.
Pam glanced at her watch. It was a quarter past six in the morning. Soon they would be here.
“What’s taking them so long?”