Day 251 Writing Short Stories

Glass

The glass shattered inside. She had been expecting it since she had seen the alien troops patrolling the streets. Their tech could see inside the houses, and she had been too slow to avoid them. The small humanoids swarmed through the open window. She readied her gun and began shooting them one by one. They dropped like flies, but there were too many of them. She had to retreat downstairs, where she could hear their dog-like beasts breaking into the house.

She was surrounded, and there was no way she could escape. She dropped her gun and knelt, putting her hands behind her head. The alien creatures with their long fingers seized her body. They swarmed over her, searching for guns and grenades. They had learned from the previous encounters with other fighters like her.

There were not many humans left, not to fight at least. She didn’t know where she would be taken, but she had known they would take her alive, despite having killed a few of them. She had hoped to take more. She glanced at the ten bodies on the ground. That was not enough to liberate Earth.

Transformation

There came a Rapture. Or so they called it. Them being the pets. It happened all at once, all around the world. The world got divided, and the fights broke out. Not all humans were against their pets, and not all pets were against their former owners, but there was definite hatred. There were questions about God and truth.

He had been at home when it happened. Not all had been, and there were consequences. He had sat on his sofa, going through the news before heading to work, when his cat had changed. Mr. Fluff had been cleaning his paws, and suddenly, there was a naked man in the cat’s place. Neither of them understood what had happened. The naked man had hissed and clawed the air as he had stood up from the sofa. Then the man had let out a loud fuck. A human fuck.

Together, they watched as the news rolled in. There were similar reports all around the world. He had been lucky. His cat hadn’t attacked him. Or that was the good part. A naked man trying to curl up on his lap had been a strange experience.

Now, a week had passed since the Rapture. They both occupied his apartment even when the pets had their own government now. His cat had refused to join the organization. He himself had refused to engage with the human organizations. Both groups had formed paramilitary groups, and there were fights even here in their city. People were afraid. Pets too. No one truly understood what had happened. Scientists were baffled.

He and his cat were figuring out the new arrangement. He still worked, and the cat, or Theodore the Third, as the cat now wanted to be called, still lounged at home, eating most of the food. When he got home, they tried to piece together sanity from the reports and online discussion groups. There was no sanity, just strangeness.

He liked having Theodore around. The cat was good company. But he missed Mr. Fluff, too. His long hair, how the cat curled on top of his chest when he headed to bed, how the cat sat on his lap when he played his games. All that was gone now. Theodore slept in the bed, and he was on the sofa.

From the way Theodore acted, he was sure the cat missed those times, too. Not all dogs and cats did. They fought hard to get full citizenship and not to belong to anyone.

Pagan Rituals

I wanted to write this one, too, but I feel like nothing comes out. This prompt was about a priest sent to a remote village because of strange pagan rituals. This could have been a good one.

The prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

My mind feels scattered today. I’m content that I got two out of three prompts out. Even with those two, it was touch-and-go. I kept looking at my phone and waiting for something to happen. I’m not even sure what that something is—just feeling extra restless today.

The second prompt left me wondering what it would be like if all the pets turned into humans. I’m pretty sure that there would be violence. Not all could or would accept it. I think we have proved that we react violently to strange things. I don’t believe it has to be that way. We, humans, have the potential to act differently. But people are scared so easily. So, so easily.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a serene day!