“Do Not Be Afraid” – An Otherworldly Flash Fiction Story

As he stood within the trees, watching the road snaking up the hill and savoring the tart scent of the pines, a glint of light caught his eye. Looking up, he saw an object in the eastern sky.

The object hovered in the air like a silent helicopter, floating near the ridge a thousand yards away. He strained his ears and heard a slight hum. The woods were quiet with no other sounds, only the faint humming sound.

Now, he saw the vehicle clearly with clean, well-defined lines, glinting in the twilight like burnished metal. He was unable to discern any seams in the object.

There was the light. The netherworld of dusk, presaging nightfall, began to engulf the mountain. The object remained bright, a self-contained amazing slightly pulsating source of glowing light.

The craft’s movements reminded him of a leaf falling, catching updrafts as it fell. Then it settled onto the surface. The man watched as three small beings came around from the far side of the vehicle and moved to the clearing’s edge. He strained his eyes to see the creatures silhouetted against the craft; they were small, humanoid, and moved strangely with a gliding motion.

Two more beings appeared and joined in the exploration of the area outside of the craft.

Suddenly, the craft shook. First, the left side dipped a little, about three feet, as far as the man could tell; the right side soon caught up. As the quicksand took hold, the craft began to sink into the ground. Despite himself, the man chortled.

The occupants glided toward the other side of the sinking craft, disappearing.

Suddenly, the disc began to glow brilliantly, becoming more and more intense as the craft shuddered. It lifted slightly.

The light dimmed. The vehicle settled back into the bog.

Again the light glowed, becoming brighter than it had before and the ship began to vibrate, shaking the earth around it. With a plop, the craft freed itself from the bog and hovered two hundred feet in the air.

The man didn’t hear the sound; he was too busy laughing. He continued to laugh, laughing so hard his sides hurt. Tears streamed down his face.

He continued to laugh, closing his eyes, bending over, and holding his sides. He paused and opened his eyes but the craft wasn’t in view. He looked around to find it had moved to the north, about three hundred feet from him.

Apprehension rose.

I’m scared.”

He turned in the direction of the path leading him to the safety of his house. He started to run but was unable to move.

“My legs are wooden, dead.

No matter how hard he tried; his legs wouldn’t operate.

Fear turned to terror as he heard a voice inside his head.

“DO NOT BE AFRAID!”

The End

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Is Earth Doomed? The Lost Command – Flash Fiction

Charting the Invasion Fleet

The supreme commander lamented. One expected loss, but the losses in arriving at the target planet were significant. The supreme council divided the invasion force of 1400 ships into four modules to travel the 640 light years to the target. After leaving warp space, the command center determined that two of the modules had disintegrated in hyperspace losing 700 ships.

Entering the target solar system, one capsule spun out of control crashing into the frozen wastes of the eighth planet from the star. The remaining squadron had proceeded toward the objective, the third planet from the sun.

The supreme council had determined the target planet contained the raw materials the home world desperately required to alleviate the overcrowding which threaten their survival. Prior to launching the mission, the analysts studied the broadcasts of the microwave transmissions received in the lower communications band. These transmissions indicated that the inhabitants were on the verge of creating a viable civilization which could resist an invasion.

Once determined that this planet was suitable, the leaders in the supreme council made the decision. Before the planet evolved further, they would invade, destroy the life forms ruling the planet, and then settle and colonize it.

The mission proceeded. As the capsule prepared to disperse the remaining squadron of 350 ships into the waters of the ocean, flames erupted and only a hundred ships escaped into the Northern depths of the planet’s ocean. Radar did not detect these craft because the home world had miniaturized the attacking ships.

After some confusion, the commander was able to rally the ships into a recognizable formation and adopted the disguise of small marine crustaceans that abounded in plenty in these northern waters.

The fleet began preparations for activating the Incubula. This Incubula, once activated and dispersed through the atmosphere of the planet, would carry the seeds of destruction for every living being on the planet. Then, his fellow travelers from home could make the journey and colonize the planet in earnest.

As the commander began to prepare to give the activation orders, he noticed that the formation was becoming very ragged. He paused and gave orders for the ships to align in a chevron formation.

Suddenly, the command ship began to roll and tumbled through a fine mesh-like affair. Then the ship and all the other ships of the squadron traveled down a long dark space. The occupants of the craft began to scream as powerful acids ate through the walls of each ship dissolving it. All the ships were destroyed before the Incubula could be activated.

The mission failed.

The planet, called Earth, was saved.

The two Arctic whales swam side by side. One whale let out a powerful belch.

“What’s the matter?” one whale asked.

“Dunno, must have been a bad bunch of krill.”

The End

Krill Hunter