Don’t Want to Believe

100 words about alien abductions
photo by Štefan Štefančík 

It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

I don’t know if I’d said anything right away if I’d known. I mean, who was I going to tell? And what?

To tell the truth, I didn’t believe it had happened. I dismissed it as a Technicolor nightmare, fuelled by a recent SciFi movie binge.

The second time, I felt again as if I’d woken from a bad dream. Doubts began creeping in, though. I searched online and found others reporting suffering from identical dreams.

Tonight, we meet, brought together by a real-life Agent Mulder. He believes our theory that we’ve become lab rats for a hostile alien species.


An opening line for this week’s WP Discover Challenge? Of course I’m in.


Like the Innocent Flower

innocent-flower‘Poppy, don’t touch!’

Annabelle shouldn’t have shouted – everyone’s giving her the what’s wrong with her look.

‘Come here, darling.’

If she’d let Poppy touch the flowers, there would be no argument. Parenting could be so easy… She’ll have to bribe Poppy away from the park with ice-cream.

‘Looking is okay, but you mustn’t touch. Remember? They’re evil.’

‘Other children touch them and their mummies let them.’

‘That’s because they’re not botanists. They can’t tell those flowers aren’t pretty daisies.’

Flowers that make people weak-willed and suggestible. Flowers that didn’t originate on Earth. Flowers that … the thought’s too bleak to finish.


This is my contribution to this week’s Moral Mondays.

Another Chance

100 words about looking into one's future
photo by Carlos Martinez

The only visitor since you arrived here, you sit by the hospital bed, holding the patient’s hand. You try to find the words – so many to choose from, none of them right.

In the days before she became unconscious, the patient told you her life story. It was difficult to keep listening at times – all those regrets, all those people the patient had repelled.

‘If only I had another chance, I’d do things differently,’ the patient had said.

When the patient dies, you slip out unseen, determined to avoid the mistakes you’d have made hadn’t you travelled into your future.


Story 5 of 31 for Story A Day May.

Not Quite As Planned

100 words about a time traveller who's' trying to save the world
photo from Public Domain Archive 

She recognises neither the place nor the time. The machine’s display, after emitting a blinding light, has gone black; she hopes this is where she meant to go.

There’s a knock. She unlatches the window and finds herself surrounded by crude petroleum-fuelled vehicles. Rightish time, it seems. But these people speak a language that doesn’t sound like any of the hundreds she’s learnt. She makes what she believes to be the universally understood sign for ‘I don’t understand’; they shrug.

Before she can stop them from destroying the planet, she’ll have to figure out a way to communicate with them.

Field Report

100 words about an alien calling off the invasion
photo from Public Domain Archive

I understand what weeks are now and I know I have only been here three. I understand months, too. Do not wait six months.

I miss home.

I have had an answer since day three. Since then, I have verified my findings.

I want to come home.

Few and far between, I have found evidence of the greatness suggested by the pre-infiltration scans. They are capable of it. But they have to set aside their petty squabbles, their mean streaks, their small-mindedness and that, it seems, they will only achieve when they have a common enemy.

I request immediate extraction.


Great photo prompt for week 10 of FFftPP, don’t you think?

Wrong Button – Boom

100 words about an explosive device
(c) Faber Academy 

I believe you have my findings and the accompanying notes. If this is a test, please forgive me for any discrepancies.

Let me start by telling you that I don’t think three sheets of paper will be enough. What about the diagrams? They alone would fill ten (conservative estimate). I’ll refer to them but won’t redraw them. You’ll have to look them up.

Actually, I’ll skip the assembly notes. I am assuming you confiscated the device. It looks simple. It isn’t. One wrong button and you’ll blow everything up.

Out of self-preservation, let me tell you how to use it.

But They Look So Pretty

100 words about terra-forming
picture from Pixabay 

‘Oh, look at them – sparkly purple mega mushrooms. What are they?’

They stand twenty stories tall. When we flew in, I thought they were decorated with millions of fairy lights. We’ve walked close enough to see that the light is travelling in subcutaneous, vein-like channels. The biosuit offers insulation from the outside temperature, yet I know it’s hot. Much too hot for humans to survive.

‘We think their attractive appearance is a disguise. They come in, dazzle people and before anyone knows what’s going on, they’ve turned the planet into a hostile environment. Then their deployers invade and settle.’



Thanks for another cracking picture prompt for this week’s FFfAW, PJ!

(Back to) The Future

I’ve seen the future and it looks weird.

It doesn’t look shiny, it doesn’t look new. It resembles the past, but worse.

slow, 100 words about predicting the future
(c) 2015, Sonya

Let’s pause for a minute.

We take what we see today and extrapolate the future from there. You know, we ended up expecting hoverboards and flying cars in 2015 because when they imagined our present in the 1980s, they couldn’t imagine dwindling supplies of energy.

The 2015 of 2015 doesn’t resemble the 2015 of 1989.

If I’d predict the world in 2041, I’d fall into the same trap.

So forget what I said about having seen the future.

Star Trekking (Micro Bookends)

‘Carry out another analysis. We want to be certain.’

‘Aye, ma’am.’

The commander closed her eyes while the ship’s sensor scanned the area again.

‘Confirmed. No buildings, only small huts made from fabric, in close proximity.’

The commander shuddered. Intelligence had classified the planet as civilised.

‘And there’s water falling from the sky?’

‘Yes, ma’am. Seems to have increased, according to the sensor. One wouldn’t think it possible.’

The commander sighed.

‘Orders, ma’am?’

‘Send a report. Find a polite way to question their idea of the perfect, quiet place. Looks like we’re not going home yet. The search goes on.’


Written for Micro Bookends 1.42 – Carry [micro] On.

LA, 2154

‘Donde estás, Frieda?’

Frieda scrambles to hide the journals. She’s only gone through ten pages. The girl who kept them didn’t write Spanglish, but English.

‘Vengo, mamá.’

She hasn’t told anyone – they’d turn them into kindling. She’d gone to dig for water in the desert. She didn’t find water, but a metal box which contained the journals, sealed in thick film protecting them from damage.

Frieda is fascinated by them. They had swimming pools in Beverly Hills then. She tries to imagine having so much disposable water.

‘ Llueve. Vienes?’

She can’t imagine. So she goes to help collect rain water.


If that reminds you of something, I watched Elysium last night. I suppose that’s where that came from. It also makes use of the final Writing 101 prompt: the things we treasure.

I’ve started another blog: More Than 100 Words. I’m going to try to expand some of my 100-word stories into longer pieces. This one might be a candidate.