They Came From Above

“The 21st century was a period of great upheaval and violence,” Xip told his class. “The United States Space Force was more powerful than they even anticipated.”

“How?” one student asked.

“Good question, Kom. The Space Force connected to every leading nation in the world. They had the world in their hands.”

“Did they know that?”

Xip laughed. “Of course not. The United States thought they were the Earth’s superpower. Other nations knew that, so they hacked into Space Force to know what the United States knew. They held the greatest defense the Earth had at its disposal and fought like children over a toy.”

The class began laughing.

“By the time we arrived, Space Force had destroyed half the population on Earth. Made our job easier to clean up the leftovers.”



Sophie’s doctor told her the man didn’t exist. He was just a part of her brain that never fully recovered from the car accident. Give it time, he said. She did. Her psychiatrist told her the man didn’t exist. He was just part of her guilt about the car accident. Give it time, she said. Sophie did. It has been a year since the accident and she sees the man every time she looks out her window. Finally getting tired of seeing him, she arranged to work from home, have her groceries delivered, and paid the local kid fifty bucks to put plywood over her windows. That kept the man out. She hadn’t seen him now for six months. Life was finally back to normal and she was happy again. Sophie was standing next to the kitchen sink washing dishes and singing to the radio.

“Hello Sophie.”

The Unknown Member of the Gray Family

Angelica was a very pretty young lady with long blond hair that was usually found in a braid running down her back. She was thin, and took great pride in her clothing. Even at her young age of thirteen, she had learned that her looks were not found in everyone and that could work to her favor. She rarely had to pay for lunch, treats, or even clothes. Men and boys alike showered her with gifts. They all hoped to get something in return, but they never did. She wasn’t that type of young lady.

She lived just outside of town in a large old house. It was just her and her grandmother, and she liked it that way. There was a large rod iron gate that blocked the driveway and guests were never invited over. She liked it that way. Oh, there wasn’t anything wrong with her, or her grandmother, they just liked their privacy. The less people saw of their home life, the better it was. The less people would ask nosy questions. The less she had to worry about her secret getting out.

“I’ve shown you my house,” Luke said over coffee one summer afternoon. “Can’t you show me yours?”

Angelica smiled. Luke was the cutest boy she had dated and he was very nice and polite. He lived with his father who was not a nice man. She wondered if he would be missed. “Oh, alright. Come over tonight at seven.”

Luke was ecstatic. He had liked Angelica since they first met in 3rd grade and now she was going to let him see her house. For the rest of the day he was on cloud nine. He told his father who simply responded with a shrug. At seven, Luke showed up at her front gate dressed to the nines. Angelica peeked out the window and rolled her eyes. Boys.

“Hi,” she said, as she unlocked the gate and let him in.

“Hey,” Luke said, trying to find his voice. “Nice place.”

“You haven’t seen it yet.” Angelica giggled.

Luke turned red with embarrassment. Together they walked into the house where her grandmother was waiting. After the traditional, and expected, introductions, Angelica took Luke on a tour of the house. Her grandmother returned to the study and sat by the fireplace. After the tour, Angelica and Luke joined her grandmother.

“Your home is very lovely,” Luke told her grandmother.

“No, it isn’t”

“Now Gramma, don’t be that way. I’m sorry Luke, this is why I don’t bring people over.”

“It…it’s okay. Um, maybe I can help with any repairs or cleaning or –”

“Get out,” Angelica’s grandmother said.

Angelica’s eyes bulged and her face became red. “Grandmother!”

Luke stood up to leave. “Don’t go,” Angelica said, touching his hand gently, provocatively. “You didn’t see my room yet.”

Luke cleared his throat. He didn’t know what to make of this. I mean, yeah, sure, he was fourteen and liked to think about those things as much as the next guy, and Angelica was, well, Angelica Gray, so, what else was a guy to do. “Oh, okay.”

Luke was never seen again.


Grandpa’s Fence

It was just an old wooden fence out back on my Grandpa’s property. Nothing to look at, nothing special. Every summer we took a bucket of whitewash out there and painted the fence. Time passed and when I was thirteen I refused to go visit. Hadn’t spoken to him in fifteen years. Not until the day Grandma died. I wasn’t invited to the funeral. It hurt, but I knew why. I left the family. I drove all night to get there on time. When he came home, I had the bucket of whitewash ready to mend our broken fence.

This story was written for the Carrot Ranch’s 99-word flash fiction prompt: broken fence

This story is completely fictional as my grandparents would never have allowed me to do something as cool as paint a fence.