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

Posted in Dialogue on Aug 4, 2023

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No Longer Alone.

Submitted to Contest #210

No Longer Alone. Ember regretted all her life’s choices the moment her phone alarm buzzed at her bedside. She groaned audibly and hit the snooze button. She immediately had wet puppy nose in her palm that was draped over the side of her bed. “I love you Charlie but I gotta have five more minutes.” She face-planted into her pillows and groaned. Charlie was ready to go out and started to lick her fingers from his doggie bed beside her mattress. “Alright buddy. Let’s go.” She pulled on her jogging pants which she had flipped over the back of ...

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Should I Let Down My Hijab? A Rapunzel Retelling

Submitted to Contest #210

Reyhana lingered on the windowsill of an old unfamiliar house. It offered her a sizeable view of the worn out houses. She remained squatted for a few minutes, her toes wailing in pain as she scanned the area like a telescope. They had to be back before sunset before her mother got worried and sent someone to look for them, but Fajr was nowhere to be found.Something caught her eye. It was through a window several houses down. Reyhana lunged forward into a balcony, hugging her body close like a turtle hiding in its shell. From balcony to balco...

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Beasts and Betrayal

Submitted to Contest #210

“What did you just say?” I asked uneasily.  “We’re not alone, I can feel it,” he whispered back eerily as if trying to get me to look around.  I frowned in response, “What makes you say that? We’re all the way out here at my grandpa’s cabin. No way someone followed us all the way out here! Unless my little brother jumped in the back of the truck…”  He frowned, angry I disagreed or didn’t believe him, “Dude, I’m telling you. I can feel their presence.” “Fine! Fine! I’ll go grab a flashlight then we can look around the o...

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Linguist

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I am a fan of physics, math and science fiction. I have seen multiple scripts imagined by the sci-fi greats. I know the symbology of physics and mathematics. I even know some of the ancient scripts including a smattering of Egyptian hieroglyphics and the symbology of petroglyphs and such. About ten years ago, divers discovered what became known as the “porpoise school” off the coast of Cuba. A year after the discovery, National Geographic had a multi-page glorious color presentation of the find. A series of structu...

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The Vermin

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We managed to keep the stench of the decaying bodies contained for three days. Or so our best estimate was. The days, I mean. You could keep track of seconds, or minutes, or even hours. But days, weeks and months were different. You’d stare at the digital calendar and know the whole amount of time passed. How could you not? Yet some filter, some great fog, would parse the knowledge before it reached the consciousness and you felt as though extrapolating the time further than hours was… elusive. I blame nature, frankly. Owls, wolves, cats, ev...

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We... Are Alone

Submitted to Contest #210

“We’re not alone… We… are not… alone.” The Right Reverend Abel Zachariah’s voice boomed throughout the majestic glass and marble Hall of American Righteousness mega-church.  “That’s what the news media will tell you. That’s what the talking heads and the local news rags will tell you, won’t they? We… are not… alone.” He paused to take a sip of water for dramatic effect. “Let me assure you, brothers and sisters, We… are alone.” “When I was being raised up in rural Alabama, heck, it was excitin’ to think of flyin’ saucers and little g...

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In the Skies Above the Farm

Submitted to Contest #210

George Hightower was madly in love with his new wife Ethel, for about half an hour. Let’s establish that first and foremost.  It wasn’t the look of the girl that changed his mind, certainly not that. She was as pretty and respectable a girl as Waycan County ever produced, with long, flowing blonde hair that fell down onto her breasts, curled at the ends and shimmered like alchemist’s gold in the sunlight. And with big, emerald green eyes that sparkled when she laughed, like the way raindrops do when they settle on cedar branches.It...

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We’re Not Alone

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The last survivors now sat together in a vacant hotel room when suddenly there was a knock at the door. All of the color on Eden’s face flushed away. Elder was dead asleep. Greg looked at me and I at him. And without a seconds hesitation, I rose from my chair as swift as a soul does when leaving the body.  “We’re not alone,” Greg whispered as he stepped over Elder. I gave him a nod towards the door to lead the way. My heart was pacing rapid, but my thoughts were as still as a dead breeze. Poised and ready, Greg peeked through the pe...

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Mysteries of the Sahel

Submitted to Contest #210

Fred’s map showed a village, but now he had arrived, all there was only a handful of abandoned and dilapidated huts. He pushed Wylma to one of them, leaned her up against a post and sat on his haunches in the shadow of a wall.This is bad. Very bad. He said to himself. Very bad indeed.The heat was oppressive and the Sirocco wind was stiff. The trail was mainly sand and Wylma’s wheels preferred to sink into, rather than rolling over it. The laboured meandering path they took was more often Wylma’s choice, than Fred’s.He checked his water sack ...

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Rapid response to unforeseen consequences

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  “We’re not alone,” the well-armed soldier whispered softly in the ear of his companion. The feeling had been there but confirmed now with heavy footsteps echoing throughout the passageway.    “Stay back,” he commanded, pointing to the small alcove where the pair had taken refuge in their trek to the emergency escape elevators.    The Andromeda commando slowly peered around the edge of the small outcropping to see if he could catch a glimpse of their pursuer. He kept his assault rifle poised to be dra...

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I Wish We Were Alone

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Sicilia should have been used to the lonely weekends at her house where her only companion was a 7-year-old no conversationalist brother. Her parents thrust it upon her every 5 days so she really should have been, but she wasn’t.  Not just because a sixteen-year-olds life wasn’t nearly the one she was living. Sure the parties and getting in a little juvenile trouble was appealing. Just as the Friday night games and interacting with the few friends she had met would be a pretty big gift at this point. However what Sicillia really wante...

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Suspended Particles Of Matter On A Boeing 737

Submitted to Contest #210

Suspended Particles Of Matter On A Boeing 737 Picture a public setting, say a Starbucks coffee shop, in Anytown, USA. In this coffee shop are a random assemblage of strangers, say seven or eight, milling around the service counter. Like an assortment of quite similar, yet different, links in a human chain grouped together in a small area by chance and common purpose. They appear self-consciously aware of their difference. As if the difference belied the similarity that supposedly defined them as a chain. There's a strange furtiveness ...

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Hermoine & Trough

Submitted to Contest #210

'i'm going away for a week' she says 'away?' he says 'a week or 2' she says 'where' he says  'i need to be alone, i'm going to create something' she says 'what are you going to create' he says 'i'm not sure, something brilliant, perhaps a book, filled with... everything, you know these people will only read one book' she says 'everything?' he says 'yes. i'm not quite sure what that is yet.' she says 'where are you going' he says '55 acres street, belgium' she says. she looks up from putting her braids into a high ponytail and looks him ...

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Shadows of the Ouija

Submitted to Contest #210

"Why are we doing this, again?" Mia's voice trembled, her wide eyes fixed on her sister as they sat on the cold hardwood floor in their shared bedroom between the two beds with matching floral bedspreads.  In front of them sat a closet with mirrored doors.   Ridley's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Because it's fun, and I found it in Grandma Johnson's attic. I want to know if it's real.  I want to see what the spirits have to say to us." She glanced toward the Ouija board between them with an eager curiosity. M...

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Operation: ENUD

Submitted to Contest #210

“We’re not alone.”“What?”I’m staring at the rain drops sliding down the outside of the passenger window, leaning my head against it. “Just something I have to say.”Jacoby, my best friend, looks over and squints at me in abject confusion for what becomes a tense, contemplative ten seconds, during which several possible explanations for why I just said what I said run through my head, though none are satisfactory. Suddenly, at the exact moment the first syllable of bullshit beginning what no doubt would have been an utterly useless respon...

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