My crew is dead. "The Thing" has taken their lives. For the day, I have been preparing their bodies to send up into the universe. Following the customs of us, their bodies are now properly ready to be transported into the galaxy for its nourishment so it may grow.
One of the only remaining escape pods only has enough power to reach the exosphere of this planet before the possibility of implosion from the weight of my crew and the lack of stable energy.
I loaded their bodies into the capsule with the markings of G'Fleuf Y'shol carved in their abdomen. I will stay behind and send the capsule off. It will create a bright beacon. To avoid capture and ensure my escape from Earth, I will need to flee the wreckage. I must find a way home to be cured.
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Harvested
Short StoryNot every monster is who we think they are. This short story challenges what us humans think are monsters. A crew and their captain face inevitable doom from their quest of exploration. This simple science fiction short story shows us that not all m...
