Sci-Fi Michael Lanz Sci-Fi Michael Lanz

The UFO Man Has Died

The cemetery was a lot of things, but chaotic was not one of them. Freshly cut grass and rows upon rows of weathered headstones covered the peaceful field. Sam had walked these grounds on a few occasions, always surrounded by a large group of friends, family, and the occasional acquaintance. This time it was different. No one, but him and the priest journeyed to Gary's final resting place.

Gary was an odd duck to say the least. Around the town, he was known as "The UFO Man," even though he insisted on being called "Eran, Gary Mathers."

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Sci-Fi, Post-Apocalyptic Michael Lanz Sci-Fi, Post-Apocalyptic Michael Lanz

Zom-Be-Gone

Two eyes appeared between the slit in the giant metal door. "Who goes there?"

"The name is Donavan Sullivan. I hear you had a bit of a zombie problem," the man outside the gate said, adjusting his tie.

"Who doesn't. Get lost pal," the voice behind the gate said without a care.

Donavan stepped forward. "What if I told you, you don't have to live in fear. What if I told you, there was freedom outside these walls."

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Sci-Fi Michael Lanz Sci-Fi Michael Lanz

The Geese

“Prime Minister, the Geese? You can’t be serious?” Minister MacAulay said.

“You heard me.”

“Surely we can try something else? Maybe contact the Americans?”

“No. All they will do is bring us into a war that will never end. This needs to be handled swiftly. Ruthlessly.”

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Sci-Fi Michael Lanz Sci-Fi Michael Lanz

Tour Guide

Kenny squinted. “You need a tour guide?”

“Yes. You do work for the hotel? Don't you?” the alien said.

Kenny looked down at the short green alien that looked more like a kid wearing a little red Hawaiian shirt with sunglasses. His little green feet were consumed by the fine sand of the beach. Behind him was the alien’s wife, Suzu, picking up a blue towel. She was dressed in a pink sundress and an over-sized white hat that also seemed odd for such a small green alien to wear.

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Sci-Fi Michael Lanz Sci-Fi Michael Lanz

Mechanic Jackson

The intercom buzzed and the solid metal door opened to a generic looking elevator like he had seen numerous times before. Jackson took one last look behind him. His black pickup truck stood alone, surrounded by rolling hills of sand and covered by the shadow of the imposing ship he was about to enter.

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