What Sam wants, Sam gets.
She wanted to experience the world, she lived like a nomad.
She wanted to be famous, she was the favourite topic of rumor-mongers.
She wanted to marry the ideal man, she did and now was a widow.
Indeed, it’s true. What Sam wants, Sam gets. No more, no less.
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The spacecraft drew closer to the sun as Brazzk toggled the controls. The ship’s panels extended, waiting.
A solar flare erupted from the surface, reaching around and beyond the spaceship. Brazzk screamed from the heat.
The flames withdrew as quickly as they came. Relieved, Brazzk piloted the recharged ship out into the cold dark void.
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The crack of gunfire rang through the camp. Two dozen eyes opened. The men scrambled for cover. Boots scrapped and clattered on the cobblestones. Panic marked their faces.
From behind loose crates and overturned carts, they peered into the darkness that lay beyond the fire’s reach. Silence, and then a lone figure wandered into sight.
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Teardrop. Raindrop. They create a puddle, where she stares at a reflection.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“I’m not who you think I am.” It answers.
Taken aback, her crying ceased.
“Drama. Drama. Get out of the rain, you stupid idiot!” She breathes a sigh of relief while her mom dragged her inside the house.
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The smell grew as they sat on the stairs and waited for sunlight, wholly oblivious to the fact that in their hiding place they couldn’t tell whether it was day or night or neither.
One by one the children fell asleep as the smell grew stronger and daylight inched closer and never came.
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This story has been submitted by Jeffrey Pyne. You can read his stories here. Thank you for the story, Jeffrey.
“Check the tanks!” Brynja Katynski cursed his luck.
Ordinarily, such menial jobs were left to robots but he had drunkenly taken them apart to see how they worked. Something with no business in the hydrogeneration chamber engulfed him before retreating back to its vat to begin digestion.
After all, even alien stowaways needed to eat.
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This story is from Kayla Stauffer. Thank you for the story, Kayla.
Karla briskly runs through the soft sand and dives into the frigid Atlantic waters. Her board tightly clenched. The perfect wave lifts her up, and she gracefully glides towards shore. The sudden rush of water flips her over; she’s tangled like a fish in a net. Her eyes widen as the undertow drags her down.
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This story has been submitted by Sarah Sagredo. Thank you for the submission, Sarah.
“Lauren,” the nurse calls. She drags her ragged teddy and climbs onto the crinkly white paper. Tears flow as a doctor enters with a fluid-filled syringe.
“Momma, no!” She screams and writhes while Mom holds her down. Antiseptic smell permeates the room. Teddy falls. The deed is done.
She accepts the lollipop, smiling widely.
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This story has been submitted by Christine Fish. Thank you for the story, Christine.
He paused, placing rigid hands on narrow hips.
“But Claudia, please!”
No response.
“But Claudia,” a little louder, “Please!”
Furrowed brow. Angry eyes. No response.
“But CLAUDIA-”
“That’s enough, Mr. Monroe. We’ll call you.”
The struggling actor eats Ramen out of an upturned frisbee for dinner, again.
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This story is from Adrianna Delligatti. Thank you for the story, Adrianna.
She’s floating on gossamer wings. The first hit was painful. Her mind unconscious long before the last.
Her lungs ache. This is not love. Love doesn’t hurt this much. She tastes the coppery tang of blood in her mouth knowing it’s imagined.
She swallows, gagging. Her eyes are red. The bag was not worth it.
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