100 Words

From one of my less sane amigos:

Started writing 100 word stories at lunchtime today, cause I thought it would be fun.

So I'm going to write two every lunchtime, and then make a book, and then eat the book and run naked through the woods shouting "Don't look at meeeeee, I'm toooo uglyyyyyy!"

Here are the first two.

Aptly titled one, and two.

One

It was dark when they landed. A hundred thousand aliens, baying for blood.

We never expected it, and millions died during that first attack. They showed no mercy. Spared no one. Male, female, young and old – they were single minded in their intent to kill us all.

We rallied then. We fought back. Their cruelty made us strong, and a long, bitter war ensued.

A war that is now over.

We beat them.

We won.

As I write this now, I can see the last Earthling ship taking off in the distance.

Taking the monsters away, back into the night.

Two

I’m in a restaurant. Under ground. Under cover.

Everybody thinks I’m a rich man’s son.

Daddy made his money in mining. Then trading.

And I made it all just by patiently waiting.

The diners rise as the main dish is served. They clap, and lick their lips, and smile.

You can still recognise it as human. The head is missing, and it’s heavily garnished, but the shape is clearly recognisable. A young woman.

A missing girl.

They pay a fortune to eat here. The ultra rich, after the ultimate meal.

The chef begins to carve.

I reach for my gun.