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A Nonstereotypical Alien Invasion

Short story By: Andrew Denisenko
Science fiction

This is just something I found that I wrote as a joke, but if you like it, comment and perhaps I'll make a continuation. I wrote this in a brief spurt of imagination.

Submitted:Aug 24, 2011    Reads: 52    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

As I sat in my abandoned apartment, awaiting the impeding alien assault, I firmly gripped my shotgun. Next to my chair was my AK-47 assault rifle, made in Russia and (illegally) automatic. I glanced to my right and reassuringly patted my trusty super soaker, as you never know what can make an alien die. Days like these typically didn't end well, especially for the folks in the immediate area. With all these monsters, aliens, and flying saucers about you could never know for sure. I look at my tape machine, with every recording of my hopes and dreams as well as my many loves and some random thoughts. I hear knocks all about me, and look at my red wall. It is red.
My door bursts open, and I point my shotgun in the general direction, standing before me is my imaginary friend, Friedrich. "Damn it Friedrich!" I exclaim, "you're getting in the way!" "Sorry Alex." My imaginary robot friend mutters apologetically. "The slender man was chasing me again." He states in a matter of fact fashion.
"Was he really?" I inquire.
"Ayup, it was quite scary."
"Hm, alright, go hide in the drawer."
"That will do nicely. Good day."
I love Friedrich.
Suddenly, I hear the ear splitting screams of the aliens, which to be non stereotypically named, are known intergalactically as the Grey Radical Coalition, (GRC) and they fought because they believed they had the universal right to eat brains. Not on my watch.


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