The clouds clustered to the left, leaving little room for the unfamiliar light to illuminate the sky. My eyes drifted upwards, uncomfortably scanning for something special. Shivers shook my spine, as the ground began to tremor. Tremendous thunder claps caused terror amongst our tribe. Hands held hands, with mothers and daughters divulging in deep confessions of love. The aircraft began to slither towards it's landing; leaving luxurious trails through the trees. My legs looked like jelly, leaving me balanced on an unsteady platform. As the aircraft landed, dust disfigured, disdainfully discolouring our robes. Disoriented, our people purposely, promptly, began to scatter. Shelter was selected without serious thought. The only thought anyone had was "would extraterrestrial be extra-conventional? Extra-dismal? Extra-mediocre?"
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Historia CortaAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
