Super Short Story Scenes Tagged "Alien"

The visitor from space had first come in the fall of 1956. Her home planet had a need that only a certain type of young Earth males could provide. All those years earlier, she first appeared in the Johnsonville High School cafeteria as a substitute teacher. This subterfuge allowed her and the rest of her kind to accomplish their mission. It was now seventeen years later, the fall of 1973, and much had changed in the world of humans. Hair and clothing styles were radically different. Gone were the buzz cuts and the slicked-back pompadores. No more bobby socks or poodle skirts could be seen either. Now, the boys wore long hair, flowered shirts, and flared jeans, and the girls’ skirts were short enough to be considered obscene back in 1956, not to mention their halter tops with no bras.

Although she was somewhat surprised by the change, she agreed wholeheartedly with it as it allowed her to appear even more enticing. Unlike the world around her, she hadn’t aged one minute since her previous visit and was still as attractive as ever. She had, however, changed her appearance, this time appearing as a pretty blonde. With the new fashions, she could reveal more of her finest attributes, which would be certain to attract more males quickly. However, she had a particular type of male in mind.

It was in the third century of my exile into the virtual world assigned to me when I encountered the Lunch Lady.

My spinal fluid (the real meatspace stuff) was being harvested to add a choice “seasoning” to the food of our ultra-dimensional overlords. It turns out that I am part of the 3% of the humans that have rarified spinal fluid… I’m finally part of the elite! Yay!

They gave me a choice “life” to live while they milked me. It was part adventure story, part erotic thriller, and part music video. So it was a surprise when my living room turned into a high school cafeteria serving area.

“You are late again little Jimmy,” said a woman’s pinched mouth while her pinched eyes accused me. “No sloppy joe for you today. Just this pistol.”

I looked down and saw my small, child-hands holding some sort of ray gun.

“Now,” she said looking invitingly, “Make sure you eat all the food on your plate.”

I was suddenly and extremely hungry for whatever came out of that barrel. I just knew it would be the tastiest of treats. I put the barrel of the strange gun in my mouth, winked at the lunch lady, and pulled the trigger.

My meatspace eyes opened. I was in some sort of encounter suit with tubes and cables. I looked up and saw that the biological computer my suit was hooked up to was dead. It smelled like a rotting frog I found once.

I clumsily got myself out of the suit (it was going to take a while to get my strength and coordination back) and looked around.

Everything was broken and deserted and insectoid scientists, still wearing their chitinous lab coats, were dead around me.

What the fuck had happened?