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#210: Is There Anybody Out... Here?

In the summer of 1950, physicist Enrico Fermi pointed out that 一 given the high probability of the existence of extraterrestrial civilizations in our galaxy 一 it’s peculiar that we haven't encountered any of them yet. This paradox had many wondering whether we’re truly alone in the Universe.

The answer remains elusive to this day. But in recent events, a former intelligence officer testified under oath that the U.S. government possesses "non-human" biologics. If true, this suggests that not only are aliens real, but they might already be here on Earth.

In the absence of real evidence, most people have carried on with their daily lives. But what if it is true? How would this discovery alter the course of human existence? This week’s prompts are inspired by these timeless and unsettling questions.

🥇 Winner

“Sight Unseen” by Julie Clark

🏆 Winner of Contest #210

Sight Unseen Abraham Morgenstern reverently offered Sidra the Radio Shack catalog, as if it was his most prized possession. “This is the new one,” he said. “Shall we begin with the CB radios and then move on to the antennas? And please, call me Abe.” Sidra rolled her eyes, which fortunately Mr. Morgenstern – Abe – could not see, and started reading. She was barely through the first line, “Realistic TRC-410. Compact, but with all the necessary features. Hysteresis-type squelch…,” when noise from the street below drowned her out. Lo...

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“No More Elephants in the Zoo” by Michał Przywara

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

Anita Cable never seriously expected to come back from the dead. The forms Dr. Costa had her sign even said: they’d do their best, but the technology to reverse cryonic suspension just didn’t exist yet. And even then, there was still the glioblastoma. To her, it was all the same – bury, burn, freeze. A corpse was just a corpse, after she moved out. But it was little Molly that insisted, and how could Anita deny her anything? “I’ll wait for you, Mom,” Molly said, right before the cryo-capsule closed. As though Anita was just going for a ...

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“GAIA OS 2.88.13v” by Muthukumarasamy Vinodh

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

The year was 2048 A.E.M., and Gavin was on his last patrol before his shift ended. The street was quiet; only the buzzing sounds of neon advertisements filled the air. The tablet attached to the car’s dashboard buzzed – it was Linda from headquarters."God damn it, not her again," Gavin mumbled to himself, taking a deep breath before responding to the call. "Hi, Linda! How are you doing?""It’s Lieutenant Linda to you, Gavin.""Of course, Lieutenant Linda, it rhymes," Gavin joked, a failed attempt at lightening the mood.Linda responded onl...

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“Love in the Time of Asthma” by Katy B

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

The mask swam elephantine and bug-eyed in the dark glass. After several years of passing the auto shop, whose empty windows were the only ones between the drilling fields and the motel left unboarded, Tommy still struggled to recognize the reflection as his own. He stopped absently to observe himself. It was dawn. The sun pink as a freshly peeled blister behind its film of dust cast downtown into streaks of gray shadow and warbled rose. It accentuated the muffled slurp of the mask, the clouds of dirt rising from the shuffle of what feet...

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“Collision” by Amanda Vivilacqua

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

Dysus drove west, obeying the speed limit, and he trembled as he tried to light his seventh cigarette of the morning. His lips tingled around the filter. He smelled his own stale breath, captured in the palm he cupped around the lighter’s weak flame. He swallowed against the sticky thudding of the pulse that beat too high in his throat. The cigarette caught the flame and smoldered. Dysus cracked his window, and the smoke that drifted up to burn his eyes was sucked away into the cold morning. He coasted under yet another green light. He’d enc...

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“[REDACTED]” by C. J. Peters

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

NOTE: The following documents have been recovered and organized in such a way as to give a chronological and contextualized view of the events that took place between OCTOBER 19XX – MAY 19XX. The information found within this dossier is accessible only to agents with minimum Level A5 clearance. The contents of this dossier are not to leave Floor XX Room XXX of the facility, be copied digitally or manually, and must be observed while in the presence of an agent with Level C7 clearance or higher. Failure to adhere to protocol will result in im...

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“Aliens on my desk” by Lyle Closs

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

16 January 2024 Dear MI5 I believe you handle external threats to the U.K. I am not sure how much of a existential threat they are, but aliens have arrived. They are on my desk. Let me tell you about them. They really are VERY small. When they stand to attention they look remarkably like half a match-stick. Their legs and arms fold into their tiny little trunks and almost merge into the surface. Their red ‘heads’ grow up from their trunk without necks and I cannot see eyes, nose, mouth or ears. Their bodies are flexible though and they can...

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“The Messenger” by Debra Snyder

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

“Aakash, this just isn’t good enough! This is your third poor evaluation in as many weeks.” Ash studied the cracks on the conference room table. “Yes, Ma’am.” “You’re going to have to re-certify to prove yourself. Re-apply for the phone position, if you want it. As of now, you are downstairs working the messenger streams. I’m sorry, Ash.” Ash trudged down the stairs to the sixth floor with his shoebox of desk sundries. Another high-ceiling room with a sea of tiny computer desks, murmuring voices and clicking keyboards awaited him. A big ...

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“Visitor” by Mel Màkaw

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

VISITOR by Mel Makaw The more I got to know my new neighbor, the more I liked her. She was a little mysterious, you might say, but she was curious and enthusiastic, and she laughed easily. I thought we might become good friends. She hailed from somewhere in the Midwest. Iowa, I think she said, although I often get Iowa mixed up with Ohio, so I’m not really sure. She was excited about being a new Oregonian and was determined to “leave the past behind.” “Hi!” she’d waved and called from the house next door, the very day the moving van w...

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This week's prompts

Set your story after aliens have officially arrived on Earth.

Science Fiction – 96 stories

Write about a character who has to grapple with something completely alien to them.

Character – 47 stories

Write a story about a character who is trying to share groundbreaking news, but isn’t being taken seriously.

Dramatic – 30 stories

Make a mysterious message an important part of your story.

Mystery – 40 stories

Write a story that includes someone saying, “We’re not alone.”

Dialogue – 88 stories

Stories

“Sight Unseen” by Julie Clark

🏆 Winner of Contest #210

Sight Unseen Abraham Morgenstern reverently offered Sidra the Radio Shack catalog, as if it was his most prized possession. “This is the new one,” he said. “Shall we begin with the CB radios and then move on to the antennas? And please, call me Abe.” Sidra rolled her eyes, which fortunately Mr. Morgenstern – Abe – could not see, and started reading. She was barely through the first line, “Realistic TRC-410. Compact, but with all the necessary features. Hysteresis-type squelch…,” when noise from the street below drowned her out. Lo...

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“No More Elephants in the Zoo” by Michał Przywara

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

Anita Cable never seriously expected to come back from the dead. The forms Dr. Costa had her sign even said: they’d do their best, but the technology to reverse cryonic suspension just didn’t exist yet. And even then, there was still the glioblastoma. To her, it was all the same – bury, burn, freeze. A corpse was just a corpse, after she moved out. But it was little Molly that insisted, and how could Anita deny her anything? “I’ll wait for you, Mom,” Molly said, right before the cryo-capsule closed. As though Anita was just going for a ...

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“The First Date” by Heather Blank

Submitted to Contest #210

The sounds grew louder as I got closer to the tree. A loud, hiss-rattle sort of buzzing, almost impossible to articulate, but as familiar as my own voice. I stood beneath the crepe myrtle, no actual shade at all to protect me from the excruciating Texas sun, wondering where it was. Suddenly, I was smacked in the face with a fierce and angry flutter, as it scuttled off higher up into the branches. “Bastard,” I muttered. “I hope my cats find you!” It hiss-rattled louder in defiance at my intrusion. “I’m just trying to water my fucking tomatoe...

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“The Visitation” by Howard Halsall

Submitted to Contest #210

Hello, officer, I’m concerned about my neighbour’s safety.I’m Chris McNeill from fifty-two Galley Lane…His name’s James Ratcliffe with an “e”…Jim lives opposite me at fifty-three…I believe strangers have abducted him…They’ve got gold skin and black eyes…No, officer, this isn’t a prank call…Yes, I appreciate you’re busy but…Please, just allow me to explain…#Sherry and I aren’t nosey neighbours, however we couldn’t help noticing Jim’s house guests. They first appeared late one night about a fortnight ago. A series of thunderous blasts rattled ...

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“Celestial Harmonies: Unveiling the Symphony of the Universe” by Turey Rosa

Submitted to Contest #210

Poetic. As I set up my campsite in the verdant heart of El Yunque, Puerto Rico's stunning rainforest, I murmured to myself, "Alex, you've finally made it." Nestled near the captivating Río La Coca, a waterfall's ceaseless cascade echoed the rhythm of this untouched wilderness, hypnotizing me with its majesty. This journey was my self-prescribed sabbatical—an endeavor to escape the mundane and lose myself in the arms of nature's raw beauty. When dusk arrived, the rainforest filled with the soft symphony of its nocturnal residents. It was then...

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“Pinder” by Nina H

Submitted to Contest #210

“Stop breathing on me,” Kerry said through gritted teeth. “Technically, I’m not breathing. I’m filtering. But I suppose it means the same thing here,” Broggo said in reply. “Ok, then stop FILTERING on me!” Kerry snapped and got up from the couch in a huff. “I sense displeasure. And I believe it has been caused by me. Am I correct?” Broggo queried. “Yes, it most definitely has been caused by you! Ugh! How YOU were matched with ME is…is…well it’s unexplainable!” Kerry yelled from across the room of her tiny apartmen...

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“Is Anybody Down There” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #210

Is Anybody Down ThereThe pilot aimed her craft toward the ocean surface at near mach one speed and effortlessly splashed through the rolling waves. Quickly passing all the scenic routes of coral reefs and colorful marine life within minutes the ship was cruising in the bleak abyss at about 16,000 feet below the deep blue sea.“Hey, watch out for that whale! How long have you had your license?”“Since before you were born, Petty Officer Pretty Boy. And what is a whale doing down this far, anyway?”“Probably dead and drifting downward.”“Good. Mor...

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“A Sunday Roasting” by Chris Campbell

Submitted to Contest #210

“Wot’s this, then?” “It’s my new smartphone, Grandad.” “Wot’s it do?” “Lots of things.” “Like wot?” “Like, read emails, search Cyberspace.” “Wot’s Cyberspace - when it’s at home?” “It’s a superhighway of information available to everyone.” “Like a motorway?” “Yeah, sort of.” “Where’d they build it?” “It’s not something you can see. It’s mostly underground. But lately, it’s up in space.” “They’ve got motorways in space, like the Jetsons?” “No, they’ve got satellites in stationary orbit that provide access to the superhighway. It’s like a big ...

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“Take Me To Your Leader” by Chris Campbell

Submitted to Contest #210

“Greetings! We come in peace. Take me to your leader.” James “Dinky” Murray stood motionless with his jaw dropped and mouth agape at the eight feet tall man towering over him on his front porch. Being seven years old and two-fifths the size of the stranger, caused him to strain his neck trying to look up at the man’s face, and the more he strained, the more his face distorted and stretched into a look of unintelligence. “Mom!” Dinky shouted – without breaking eye contact. “It’s for you!” “Who is it, dear?” Dinky’s mother shouted from the kit...

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“Bedtime for Muriel” by Derrick M Domican

Submitted to Contest #210

ANGELA“Cocoa! Warm not scalding! With pink marshmallows. And use a mug this time! I don’t need to lose any more porcelain by knocking it off the table in the middle of the night. Use your brain, for fuck’s sake.”“Yes, Muriel,” said Angela, nodding as she tucked the hummingbird-motif duvet around the octogenarian’s neck. “I’ll be right back, you just get comfy and listen to Barry.”“‘Listen to Barry’,” the old woman with the silver hair scoffed, shuffling under the covers as if in criticism of the way she’d been positioned. “Why do I have to l...

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“Fresh meat” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #210

‘Why don’t you go back to your own planet? Ya gangly E.T cunt!’The alien waved back at the heckler, to try and diffuse his apparent distain and demonstrate that no hard feelings were held, but this appeared to make things worse. The alien still had not worked out why it was that humans got offended by the alien wave. Would the alien stop waving though? No. It was important to keep up with the local custom, as a sign of respect. Also, there was no way of them speaking Earth languages, just as it was not feasible for humans to speak Krotonian....

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“Breadsticks” by Story Time

Submitted to Contest #210

The aliens were not going to leave the Olive Garden. Originally, they had no plans to try out any of the fast casual restaurants the world had to offer. They were on a very strict timeline-- Arrive on Earth. Bring together mankind under an umbrella of peace and kindness. Meet Paul Simon. Go home. Peace and kindness didn’t take very long, but Paul Simon was a hard man to pin down. When the aliens finally got him on the phone, he cautiously agreed to meet with them provided they did not force him to sing “Call Me Al.” Of course, this...

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“The Apparatus ” by Michelle Oliver

Submitted to Contest #210

“For God’s sake Mosley!”Jock Pendleton from Pendleton and Mosley ripped his spectacles from the bridge of his nose and mopped at his brow in frustration. Little Tim Mosley Junior stood before him with two halves of the whole apparatus resting in his open palms, his face a study of blank confusion.“If yer name wasn’t on the door, Son, I’d have given yer the boot long ago!”Tim’s munchkin face screwed up in dismay. His father had been a refugee from Oz in the early days of the Witch’s reign, and munchkin offspring stayed tru...

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“Returning Home Without Ever Leaving” by Russell Mickler

Submitted to Contest #210

Mars-Moon Transit Corridor. 2291. “Proximity Warning: object on impact trajectory.” “Time?” “Forty-seven minutes, six seconds.” Seated, Carlie Barnes flipped a switch above her head. The flight deck window depolarized to reveal the black of space backdropped by motionless, distant stars. “I don’t see anything.” Charlie Broussard manipulated a three-dimensional model of local space on a flat screen. “Nothing’s in the queue; the schedule’s clear.” “Shit.” Barnes withdrew a pair of glasses from a cargo pocket sewn into her flight suit. Re...

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“Boxing the Moon” by Kelsey H

Submitted to Contest #210

Jesse waited on the porch, time passing slowly. The moon rose high and unblemished. All through the long hours at school he had watched the sky, the clouds billowing, parting. He had watched the night come as he sat and ate dinner, the conversation of his father and brother passing over him.“What’s out there, Jesse?” his mother asked, following his gaze. The curtains were open, stars appearing in the purple sky. No clouds.“It’s an eclipse tonight, remember,” he told her, and she nodded and smiled, already standing to clear the table before h...

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Title: Sight Unseen

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