Why do they come?, you ask.
Our scientists never could explain the green flashes in the sky.
“Meteors”, said one
“Aurora Borealis” another claimed.
But I have studied them for years. I know that we’ve been lied to.
Somewhere in the vast space minds infinitely superior have plotted against humanity for centuries.
They have been here for decades but you cannot see them.
They have infested our homes, they eavesdrop through refrigerators and TV-sets.
They have infected presidents and CEO:s.
We will become their slaves unless we hide behind the steel doors to my asylum.
Why not come inside?
Life is busy so I wrote the first story I could think of. Which was coming from the dark sky behind the camera. It’s a bit inspired from “The war of the worlds”, especially in the musical for by Jeff Wayne. I will catch up returning your comments throughout the weekend…
At Friday Fictioneers you can find all kind of stories, and it’s a great way to improve your writing skills. Rochelle hosts and selects the picture. Why don’t you give it a try?
March 14, 2018