PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast
I jump in line behind the natives of this planet. I hope to blend in, hoping I won’t be memorable to anyone watching, or stand out like a … well … like an alien. So far so good. Even the natives haven’t noticed, barely blinked an eye at me tagging along behind them.
I’m not sure about the two legged creatures watching. With any luck they won’t spot the difference. As I understand it, they are fairly dumb … rather cattle-like. It should be easy.
This will be a wonderful new world for our people. Full of food and pleasure.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
It was delicate work to embed the code into the card. The image on the front made that a little easier. Once complete she wrote an innocuous message and sealed the package. Now for the drop off.
What she’d forgotten was how rarely mail was sent anymore. The package was tracked and intercepted.
Alone she waited on the pier, her bags packed, the gold tucked deeply beneath her pajamas and socks.
And waited.
At midnight she realised.
… They were not coming.
Clasping the bag straps tightly, she made for plan B. To save herself she’d have to save herself.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
He groaned and rolled over, smearing greyish blood across the floorboards. The windows… too bright. He sprawl-crawled, making sure to stay low, to the wall and after several attempts grabbed the cord pulling the blind low. Slumping back, he let pain pull him towards oblivion.
A clawed hand shook him awake. “Wha … I’m up. I’m good.”
“You not. Have to go. Up, up.”
With rough help he returned to his feet. A leathery arm around his waist pulled him toward the door. “Broke through the surface. They coming. Attack imminent.”
“The invasion can start without me.”
“Can’t. Go go.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
The curse was said to last 200 years. It feels so much longer than that. It feels like an eternity. My clan is scattered around me – all of us frozen into these giant rock-like shapes unable to move, eat or sleep… yet we are aware. That is the worst part. We know.
At least, I do.
What the others feel I cannot be sure of.
Our time creeps ever closer.
This I know.
How soon, I cannot say.
Perhaps that is part of the curse? The witch’s voice plays back in my mind. “You will regret your wish.”
I do.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
All around town were single shoes.
Empty single shoes.
On streets, in parks, on mountains.
A single empty shoe.
A right shoe.
Always the right.
Was the culprit a monster?
A winged beast?
An alien?
No one had an answer.
Scientists studied the phenomenon. There didn’t appear to be people missing. No one had reported such. Just empty right foot shoes.
In the darkest part of the darkest night came little giggles. A green skinned hand—unseen by human eyes—planted another right shoe at the rear of a vehicle.
“But why, Barnaby?”
“It’s driving them crazy!” Barnaby replied, cackling.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy
The statue had been there for years.
No one thought about it.
People walked past it, barely registering its presence.
The occasional child called out, reaching to touch. Grandparents took photos with their little ones. But they were the only ones who really saw it. The young and the old.
One day, it was gone.
Just gone.
No one saw what happened. No one claimed the action. No camera caught the theft.
Locals were outraged. Though they’d barely noticed it — they all wanted it back.
All except the statue.
When she’d grown strong enough. She left for a better life.
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PHOTO PROMPT ©Dale Rogerson
She dropped the pamphlet into the little outside library box. Their method of communication worked exceptionally well. After all, didn’t books hold untold knowledge? Broadened thoughts and expanded brains in ways that humans could not hope to comprehend as how the brain functioned still lay so far outside their fields of science. Her note, disguised as self help awareness, told of the coming battle and the call to arms. Not long now. They had seeded the population with their agents and now it was time to take control. Soon the planet would be theirs. And the brain extractions could begin.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
They appeared out of nowhere one morning. Webs. Miles wide, miles long. Great sticky threads the thickness of a man’s arm. Interconnected, they formed giant maze like traps several meters above the ground. Above the heads of most folk. It grounded everything. Birds, balloons, planes, skyrail trains…
Satellite views showed them wrapped around the entire planet.
Anything that flew into them stuck fast. Teams of humans with chainsaws were unable to free them.
What created them and why? And more terrifyingly scary… what size were they?
Australians across the world shook their heads. “No fukn way, mate. Just stay clear.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
A distant light flickered. She ran along the paving stones and out onto the grass. Her rescue had arrived. At last.
The light went out.
She froze on the damp grass, panting lightly. The cold air fogged her breath. Betrayed or had they been discovered? Should she continue or risk turning back, losing her one chance. Shit.
The rescue spaceship would be cloaked. I have to chance it.
She ran forward.
Out of the dark a whisper greeted her. “Bout damn time, Sprite. Get your ass onboard.”
“You need new batteries, Sir.” She lectured joining her Captain with a grin.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
I pull the trigger. Instant ice. Instant death. He shouldn’t have crossed me. Alien or not, on “my side” or not, I’ll accept no betrayal. I’ll have to discover how much damage he caused before I caught on to his plot. More work.
Yes, that was heavy sarcasm. I really do not have time for this. My second will require further instruction for not picking up the signs. I retrieve the fallen weapon and salute the frozen corpse. “Good try.” I scoop up the bag of credit chips and stroll from the hideout doing my best to conceal my panic.
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