Is It True?

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Rumors spread on Facebook first, but few believed them. Then it spread to Instagram, but everyone wanted photographic evidence. Then one influencer caught wind of the rumor and it spread like wildfire on Twitter. Everyone came. Everyone waited. No one asked if it were true.

This 274-character story was written for Kat’s Twittering Tales #92 – 10 July 2018.


Under The Stars

Photo Credit: NASA/JPL

They boy laid on the ground looking up at the night sky. He dreamed of one day flying up there and touching each of the stars that flickered overhead. Some nights he entertained himself by creating stories of the people who live on each of those stars and what they were doing at that exact moment in time.

“Want something to drink?” his father asked.

“No, thank you.”

His father sat down next to him and looked into the sky. “I used to love to lay out here and watch the sky. I liked to think about who lives out there and wonder if they were anything like me.”

The boy laughed. “My teacher told us today that scientists have picked up radio signals from space.”


“Uh-huh. He said they deciphered their language too.”

“Dang! I can’t even figure out instructions for your mom’s playhouse.”

The boy looked at his dad. His dad laughed and shrugged. They returned to looking at the night sky.

“Teacher said they call themselves humans and live on Earth.”


The Coloring Book

Bobby loved his coloring book. Black lines and white paper created so many possibilities. Green cows ate yellow grass under a cloudless purple sky. Each new coloring book was a new world of possibilities. When Bobby started Kindergarten he met others who loved to color as much as he did. He loved hearing the stories behind their pages.

The day of Robert’s Kindergarten graduation, he smiled as he showed a picture of a brown cow eating green grass under a blue cloudless sky.

Too Late To Help

Photo Credit: NASA JPL

“Sir, we are in visual range” a helmsman reported.

“Excellent. On screen.”

An image of a desolate world covered in craters appeared on screen. The communications officer gasped as others double checked their computers.

“Are you sure, these are the right coordinates, helm?”

The helmsman looked at his computer, the main screen, then back to the Captain. “Yes, Sir. These are the right coordinates.”

“What happened here?”

“Sir,” the science officer said. “Perhaps we did not account for travel time appropriately. It had been three hundred years since we intercepted the first message.”

The Captain looked back at the main screen. “Their S.O.S. came too late. Poor souls. Hopefully they found a way off Earth on their own. Set course back home.”

“Yes, sir.”