Dreams: A Collection Of Romance One-Shots

Space

Not a romance buuut I might do something with it

I looked out the window, watching the spatium mediocris, or space fae, dance upon the floating rocks. Their skin was a pale blue, their eyes coal black, and their smiles too big, but their lean bodies and huge wings made jumping through the oxygen-lacking atmosphere easy than it would for a human, like me, in an astronaut suit. I sighed yearningly and quickly closed the window. Envy would be no use to me up in space. I drifted through the hull of the spaceship to a small cabinet and quickly opened it to grab a bag of chips. Potatoes were easy to grow, a while back humans had found that the hardy vegetable could survive in all kinds of environments and after some humans went up into space, and stayed in space, we figured out how to grow and make all sorts of food.

Of course, some of those humans had evolved into other things, for example, the space fae. They had originally been humans in an experiment and now were a whole other specimen. I crunched on a chip before returning to the window. My job was to study them, not sit around eating chips being afraid that I'll become jealous of them.

I opened the window and jumped back from fright to see one of them clinging onto the glass window. It smiled a wide smile, it's mouth full of sharp and dangerous teeth, and tilted its head. Not only was it a curious creature, but it was also a violent creature. The sides of its necks were full of gills, gills that filtered any proteins and somehow allowed them to breathe. But if it got hungry, it would no doubt try to tear apart the spaceship and try to eat me. I exhaled slowly and gave it a nervous smile. It's eyebrows, or where the eyebrows would be, furrowed and it closed its mouth. Did I just provoke it? Am I dinner? Slowly, it raised a hand and knocked on the glass. I gulped before knocking on the glass.

The creature bounced off the window and went to go join its friends. "I think you've done it this time, Dryce," I muttered, referring to my last name. My full name was Neith Dryce, a graduate from the university in the international space station. And I had been sent to study the only known dangerous space creature. A creature that could choose to rip my head off from simple miscommunication.

I watched the space fae frolic on a small asteroid before I watched their jaws lower and a soft squeal was heard through the thick material of the ship. They were screaming at each other. I quickly reached over and snagged a notebook off of a ledge and desperately looked around for a pen. Perhaps they were babbling on about me? If I was about to die, the person to find my remains ought to know the research I did get. I found one and began jotting down that they communicated through speech like us before dropping and screaming as one of them launched at themselves at the window and grinned at me. I was so going to be food. 

It set a hand, a webbed hand on the glass, and I had the urge to grab my floating pen and notebook to make note of it but, was afraid it would take offense somehow and instead, gingerly set my hand on the glass too. Its eyes narrowed slightly as if it was studying me. Not only did that show that it was smart, but it also scared the living daylight out of me. What if they were smarter than we gave them credit for? Had the fast evolution not stripped them of their intelligence like we had thought? That's when it began pounding on the window until it shattered. My lungs constricted, my throat tightened, and fear swallowed me.

And everything went black.