Fiction

Walking towards the community building, I find myself growing nervous. I see the signs for the support groups, one for each species. As I get closer I see them, the humans.

Snowboarders, wheres your snow?

A young woman sits in a coffee shop in London, England, with her back straight, her head pointed forward, and her eyes wandering into the rainbow mists of Wonderland.

“I will!”  I said angrily. “No, you won’t!” He teased. I stormed away. Then, I came back and jumped. I was a stubborn child. And a determined one. I started to scream. Partly in fear, party because OMIGOSH I’M SKYDIVING!!!

June 8th 11:30 am- 6 days 

I have 6 days. Nothing more, nothing less, and that should scare me, make me anxious, something, but it doesn’t. I have a plan. 

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Human- “What is this crazy alien, with one eye and an antennae? I don’t want them here. This is my home.”

"You'll do great." Said my friend. I closed my eyes. "NO!" My friend didn't even flinch. "You hear that? They are cheering for you! They want you." "I'll mess up! I'll freeze!

Chapter 3: Em

Dearest Journal,

Captain Henry Blake III was a very handsome young man. He was also a wealthy young man for he had quite the fortune in his name. This had granted him many fleets and harbors filled with the most exquisite ships.

Are you happy? Are you sad? I am always wondering the mess of emotions that humans have. 

I can't do it! she thought miserably, clutching the cold rock on the side of the mountain, her fingers blistered and peeled. "You can!" said a voice. Real or a figure of imagination, she did not know.

A second, smaller part of the previous post I made entitled "Billy, part 1"

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Billy did not own a home. Instead, he lived out of his truck.