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Okay, so I wrote a story that's completely different than I've ever done before. The sci-fi contest for November was to write about first contact between humans and aliens. But the thought occurred to me: if aliens are truly alien, would we recognize them as even being alive? And vice versa? So I wrote my story about what would happen if humans and aliens met and never even realized that they had. Kinda anti-climactic, I know, but hopefully original at least. We'll see if the contest runner likes it. It's short at a little under 1K, so give it a read and let me know what you think!
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“Could you please pass the ice?” “Could you be more precise?” “Just a bit for my drink.” “Sure, just give me a blink.” “Whoa! I meant just a touch! That’s a good bit too much!” “Well, my hand’s a bit cold, and this ‘berg broke the mold.” |
A whisper nags “What lies within…?” for Grandma, her phone for Schrödinger, his cat for Cap’n Jack, his chest for walked dogs, my house for Pandora, her box for me, his heart. |
Sly smiles flash, small hands smash downward into steaming foam. Backward thrash, awesome splash, fat drips rain from sud-soaked bangs. Tyke giggling soggy jubilation, fingers slither his soapy coronation. *Based on actual events. ;) |
Burnt orange flesh flakes crunch and peel, flutter from her once-strong steel. Grinding gears of cycling seasons, wobbly knee aches, twinging reasons. Stumbling next, protesting pistons, gravely seeking last existence. Proud iron lady’s glum march slows, gulping gasps turned dark death throes. |
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Hand-mimed explosions from a well-nourished belly constitute mind corrosions according to dear cousin Nelly. I slap both my cheeks and let loose a scream, then laugh at Nelly's "Geeks!" as Ron windmills an air guitar meme. |
Ash-stained faces grim, proud tears glimmer, brim from bright, exhausted eyes. Sharp staccato crack of branches now charred black, soft plop into the crispy forest floor. Newborn sunlight streams through spidery openness. Book: The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson Page 21: ash-stained Page 34: openness |
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