Wednesday, October 26, 2016



We Are All Made of Stars

Callie sat at her desk, the glow of her laptop permeating the darkness of her room. This was her ritual. Her thing. Every night before bed, she would write an entry in her online diary. Normally, the words would flow. She would recount the day in it all its glories or mishaps. Today, however, was exceedingly difficult. What normally was effortless had now turned laborious.

“No one is ever going to believe me, Ezra.” Ezra happened to be her Orange Calico who at the moment, was too busy cleaning his paws to care about his mistress’ dilemma. “It’s like I’m in the X-Files or something.” Growing bored with his self-hygiene routine, Ezra looked at Callie and lazily flipped his tail back and forth.

Absentmindedly, she began playing with her high school ring. Funny how we revert to past habits when under duress. If only she could remember what had happened. Callie turned her computer off and sat down on her bed.  Ezra looked at her with passing interest and finally stretched out for a nap. Before long, Callie laid down, closed her eyes and drifted into a fitful sleep.

The landscape changed into the pleasant blue of an Autumn afternoon in the desert. Callie was hiking a path armed with her trusty old Nikon. She paused to take a breathtaking shot of a butte backlit by the sun. Pleased with her photo, she continued on her way, scouting for anything of interest. Off in the distance, she noticed a blinding white light streaking across the horizon. Her mind began turning in a thousand directions. Could it be a meteor? Is it a rogue comet? Is it a crashing plane?

In an instance, her thoughts are obliterated by a resounding crash and a reverberation that nearly knocked her off her feet. Turning in the direction of the noise, she saw the smoldering wreckage. Without pausing to think, she immediately began running toward the debris. When she arrived at the scene, she stopped dead in her tracks. This was not like any aircraft that she had ever seen. It almost looked like a large boomerang had landed in the sand on its side.

The wing portion, or what Callie assumed to be the wing of this odd machine was almost as large as the wing of the F117’s her father flew. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it. The moment her hand met the soft metallic surface, a slight shock went up her arm. Startled, she jumped back almost losing her balance. It was then that she saw what appeared to be a small, chalk colored body about the size of a 5-year-old, lying on its side.

“Oh my God!  This cannot be real!” Callie closed her eyes several times but every time she opened them she still saw the same things. Her heart beating like she just completed a marathon; she knew she should run away. Somehow, she could not leave the spot where she was standing. Hesitantly, Callie began to approach the life form.

What she saw next defied everything she had been taught in her science classes at school. The shape that was lying not far from the wreckage was like a child but yet not a child. The entity’s head was rather large for its thin frame and the only thing that popped into her mind was the American Dad cartoon. What the fuck? Why would she be thinking of that show? Get it together, Callie!

Moving forward, she reached out her hand to touch the being. Suddenly, Callie sat bolt upright in her bed but yet it wasn't her bed.  Her head felt fuzzy as if she was coming down with the flu. She attempted to stand up but before she could do so, her eyes met the pitch-black stare of a small figure standing in her doorway. Frightened, she started to scream but it caught in her throat. The figure floated toward her.  Before she could do anything, her world immediately faded to black...


4 comments:

  1. Color me Intrigued! That was a well written fascinating piece .. I hope part of a longer story to come - now that you hooked me :)

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    1. You know I am feeling like this short could evolve into an actual story. I know I will return to it. Thanks for the positive feedback. I am so used to writing essays and screenplays that I was wondering if I could attempt actual fiction writing.

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  2. Wow, I do hope we get more of this story. Great work Susan.:-)

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