They landed in the park-rec soccer complex, all those inviting geometric lines. We threw parties. The school band played the Star Wars theme. We thought they liked us; they said they did. Said they’d return. Now we build cargo cult ships – impotent rockets to entice. We watch the skies.
Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living in Massachusetts.
We looked up, goggle-eyed, as the sky darkened. The saucer blocked out the sun, its lights a tiny galaxy of artificial stars. A white light, weightlessness, and first contact was made.
Jimmy went for his slingshot. I pulled a pack of gum.
A sea of large black eyes stared back.
Matt Warnock is always thinking about stories, what-ifs, and mushroom hunting.
It all started as a joke, but thousands of us did end up camping in the desert. We couldn’t get any closer than five miles from Area 51 because of the military roadblocks, but a large tent city quickly emerged. When the alien ships arrived, the joke was on us.
Eddie D. Moore travels extensively for work, and he spends much of that time listening to audiobooks. The rest of the time is spent dreaming of stories to write, and he spends the weekends writing them. His stories have been published by Jouth Webzine, Kzine, Alien Dimensions, Theme of Absence, Devolution Z, and Fantasia Divinity Magazine. Find more on his blog.