Author : Gray Blix I know, I know, a blog is not the most effective way to warn humanity about an extraterrestrial threat, but I can't get the mainstream media to take me seriously. I can't even get supermarket tabloids to answer my phone calls and emails. Photos of UFOs or ETs would ...

Author : Jedd Cole Brontë was a sad and curious alien android. That's how I came to know him at least. Most merely saw him as a strange man. But, first and foremost, Brontë was a didact. He did not talk except to teach, and in teaching, I think he believed he was learning. Yeah, I ...

Author : S T Xavier “It’s eating from my hand! Look, David! It’s so cute!” David nods at the image visible only in his mind, speaking aloud the words from the memory. “It sure is, Sarah. You have such a way with birds, my love.” A giggle comes from the speakers, the sound of ...

Author : Martyn Dade-Robertson “How about AtJohnaxith?” “What” “AtJohnaxith. I know its similar to AtRachelsynth and AtJonoheist’s youngest AtJaneith but they won’t mind will they?” “This is not a good time darling--aaaaa” AtMarystrum lay back on her bed, arched her back and dug ...

Author : Feyisayo Anjorin When I was a child growing up in Akure, surrounded by hills and tall trees, and green fields, I believed the book of genesis. The first book of the bible was said to be about the beginning of everything. The first things, the newness, the freshness, the ...

Author : JT Gill Dad shuffled around the kitchen in his bathrobe slamming cabinet doors so hard they bounced back open. His muttering was punctuated with little crescendos each time something banged closed. The roar of the shuttle could be heard from outside, though greatly muffled. ...

Author : Ian Hill The day’s outlook was bright as my father woke me up with a smile on his facing, saying that it was finally time to visit the holy city. So it was that we hastily underwent our morning rhythm with a great deal of fevered haste. We, my father and I, boarded the ...

Author : J.D. Rice “So anyway, do you want to go out Saturday night?” I asked the question abruptly, after an uncomfortable amount of small talk. Stacey's eyes darted away from my own, looking across the park where we'd agreed to meet. I told her I just wanted to discuss our latest ...

Author : Suzanne Borchers Arnold, a four-foot bot, wiped disinfectant rags over the chairs and tables while the residents of Ever Pleasant Retirement Home slept. The night duty was routine and Arnold moved easily around the recreation room. Quiet. As always, he was alone. A shadow ...