Female Inflation

“Hey!” Seta screeched at the oncoming car that had just coasted out of the campus parking garage, and her instinct was to try flying over it. With an angry buzz of four stubby, oval-shaped wings, Seta hefted herself into a hover, just enough for the beegirl to come plunking down on her knees on the hood of the dark green sedan as it squealed to a standstill.

Louis slipped quietly into the small pub as the afternoon sun drew long shadows across the beaten-dirt road. Even by the dim light of the smudged oil lamps, he could see the place was mostly empty. Set back in the shadows, at a table in the far corner, he spied the person he came to meet. He crossed the vacant hardwood floor, trying not to draw attention to himself.

Alien Blow Up

by the happyguy

-- Chrissie

"Did you see something?" Chrissie asked. She looked up from her plate and glanced out the window of the cabin.

"See what?" asked Melissa.

"I thought I saw something at the window."

Terri laughed. "Maybe it was a ghost!"

Melissa added, "Or an alien!"

Chrissie, small and dark-haired, wearing a blue long-sleeved T-Shirt under her white BMSU shirt shrugged. "I just thought I saw something, is all. Jeeze!"

“But why?” the Air Force general seated at the large conference table asked loudly.

The number of incidents occurring worldwide was increasing daily. It started over isolated beaches. Flying saucers dropped down out of the sky, followed by arcs of golden lightning emanating from strange apparatuses mounted on the spaceships’ undersides.