Speculative Fiction

100-word Christmas Challenge

Gunter chased him. Clutching a little package. Urging. ‘Open your present, Karl.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (72)

‘I’m not your girl!’ I threw a book at him.
The book bounced off his head, and then cartwheeled over to the lampstand. Kirk’s gun claws, aimed at Günter and me, remained steady. They vibrated and whirred charging up to fire. Kirk crowed, ‘Bombs away!’

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Out of the Chocolate Box (71)

I took a deep breath. ‘Hoy! What’s his face!’ I hollered. Chief Ex man turned towards me. ‘I’ll talk. But only if you take off that mask. I can’t talk to someone I can’t see. It creeps me out! I don’t care if you’ve shown me once who you are. Take it off.’ That would keep the conversation going a while. I was sure that he would not take off his mask and argue against removing the mask. ‘They’re going wild out there, they won’t care if you’re—’

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Out of the Chocolate Box (70)

I whacked the plate scattering strings of pasta, or what looked like strings of pasta, over the floor, wall and his mask.
The Chief Ex peeled a spaghetti noodle from his mask. ‘What did you do that for?’
‘How do I know it’s not Boris food? Magellan maggots and some poor human’s blood and flesh?’

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Out of the Chocolate Box (68)

What if this cockroach can read minds? Like Boris. I blocked my thoughts from him. ‘No, I don’t—just logic, if they go to the trouble of having a baby.’
‘Poor child. Should’ve never been born.’ Kirk edged closer to me and stroked my back.
I shrugged off his touch and moved away. ‘She had another child, was he yours?’

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