Sci-Fi Stories

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."

"Proximity Alert," a robotic voice said.

Lights flickered red and white inside the tiny shell of the cockpit. Utan wiped the drool off his green face and looked down at his plain grey console. There were no physical knobs or buttons, instead a blue light projected over the flat surface showing the control interface. His boney fingers phased through the projection and the metallic shield in front of the cockpit window raised.

"Oh, Father of Gazorbo!" Utan said, commanding his ship to swerve away from the human satellite that was hurdling right for him.

Sitting high on the throne of ravaged bones was a single orange cat. She looked down at the marble stairs to find two humans kneeling before her. You might be thinking at this point, this was no ordinary cat. You would be right.

"...we'll be back with another lucky caller after a word from our sponsors," Jal said into the mic before clicking a button on the slate in front of him.

He took off his headphones while music started playing. Jal looked over to his right where his producer was giving him a thumbs up from the other room. His producer waddled away from the window and opened the door into the studio.

"Jal, I just got word that Wild Bill Killbot will be the next caller!" Jal's producer said.

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."

The stars stood suspended in disbelief as I floated in the cold void of space. What they were staring at, I wasn't quite sure. It could have been little ol' me swimming in the ocean of darkness...or the giant planet I once called Earth cracked open like a coconut. Not like it mattered. Stars weren't sentient and the damage was done. The entirety of human civilization was destroyed all because of me. I am Timothy Worthington and this is my story.

Pallen dropped yet another form into the sea of white paper on the kitchen table. “This is a load of Farek shit.”

“Is everything ready?” Garett asked.

“Define ready?” Mandy said, typing away on her keyboard. The glow of her monitors lit up her workstation.

“Did the software update get sent out to the fleet?”

Mandy looked up at her monitors that showed the status of each vessel in their fleet, their locations on the galactic map, and a countdown to their press conference, respectively. She clicked her keyboard a few more times and the status monitor flashed a green dot next to every vessel.

“Say again, UEA Tugboat. Say again,” the commander said.

“Look what we found. Ain’t she a beaut?” the voice on the intercom said.

The video feed in front of the commander showed a giant warship the size of a city being pulled by a yellow ship the size of a suburban house. Side by side, it looked like an ant carrying a dead raccoon.

“UEA Tugboat, what are you doing with an alien warship?” the commander asked.

“I’m bringing it back for your science nerds to take a look at. I figured I should have someone give it a once over before I take it out for a spin.”

“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.”

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.

Malcolm shot awake, banging his helmet against the glass windshield above him. Laying back in his leather seat, he removed his gloved hands from the single joystick just below his crotch. His hands floated freely while the rest of his body was still strapped in. He looked out of his ship to see an emerald green planet with strange looking satellites floating around it and enormous spaceships coming and going from the planet. It was a lot to take in for poor Malcolm.

The tapping of boots echoed down the corridor. A man in an unflawed white uniform matched toward an open with a grumpy frown on his face.

"Where are we at with those rail guns?" Lieutenant Farsi yelled down the empty corridor, walking toward the open door.

Ensign Parker banged his head on the shelf in front of him. "Almost ready, sir. About ten minutes."

Lt. Farsi stopped. "Make it five. I want those guns ready once we are out of hyperspace. Can't have those Russians beat us to the punch again."

"You want us to do what?" Franklin said, taking off his glasses.

"Just take a bite. Like you would a hamburger," Greg said.

"But this isn't a hamburger. Greg what you're talking about–"

"Is what? Not sanitary? Not normal?"

"Complete insanity!"

The hiss of pipes losing pressure overhead screeched down the corridor. Kendal stumbled into the concave wall next to him, while the ship lurched from the blast outside. The lights flickered three times then turned red.

"What did you do with the Atlantians?" Grogdor asked, pointing his long finger at them.

Ambassador Yi looked to his fellow Earth ambassadors. They shrugged and shook their heads. Yi looked back at the tall humanoid creature. "Atlantians? Who are they?"

"Don't play games with me, human. What did you do to them? The rightful rulers of this water world."

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.