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Aliens Among Us

I opened my eyes with a few blinks as reality rolled to a stop like a slot machine register. I saw two faces look down upon me. They were unlike any faces I had ever seen before. They were... well, alien. Large, soft black eyes blinked at me from cocked heads shaped like eggplants. Their skin was the color of ivory and just as smooth, their eyes the only protrusions with two small holes for nostrils beneath them and small slits for mouths upturned as if they were... smiling?

I didn't know what to do? I didn't know what to say? Though I recalled what brought me here and how the events took place, I didn't understand what happened.

As if reading my thoughts, one of them spoke. "You fell," he said. He had a voice like melted pudding, smooth and silky with a slight bubbly rasp to it.

"I fell?"

"Yes," the other one said with a slightly higher lilt to his voice. "It happens quite a lot with your kind."

"What happens a lot?"

"You fall. Would you like some help up?"

I looked back and forth between the two of them. They looked almost identical except for a slight difference in size and color. "Who are you?"

They looked at one another, and then back to me. The lighter, darker one said, "You may call me Yewell." He nodded to the other," And this is Iman." Iman instantly grew a bit in size and deeper hue.

"Are you... aliens?" I asked.

"Not where we come from."

"And where is that exactly?"

"Somewhere else," Yewell said.


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The Orb

I took a few steps forward and froze. As I approached it, a soft glow began emanating from the back room. I slowly walked toward it, my heart rate quadrupling with each footfall. I reached my hand forward and pushed the door open, my eyes opening widely at the spectacle that appeared before me.
In the center of the room, a glowing orb hovered a few feet above the floor. About the size of the beach ball, the orb was mostly blue with clouds wisping through it, as if it encompassed the sky within its circumference. It drew the light from the rest of the room, and I forgot for a moment where I was.
I took a few more steps toward it, mesmerized by its motion as swirling clouds began to take shape inside of it. As my consciousness was drawn into the globe, I experienced what can only be described as deja vu, however, it was unlike any deja vu that I'd experienced before.

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The Arrival

I found the address on Orange Avenue and looked again at what I had scribbled. Surely enough, the address was correct, but the sign on the building said “Life Skills Institute.” This couldn’t be the right place. I stared at the building for a moment and considered my options as my fingers drummed the steering wheel.
I’d been duped, that much was for sure. But by whom? Who would write such a thing and go to all of the trouble of inventing a PR company to get it printed. A book about aliens? It’s never been a genre I’ve really gotten into. Whoever wrote it must not know me very well. Aliens. Somebody was trying to make a fool out of me.
Then a strange yet familiar sound echoed off of the oak trees surrounding the parking lot. I’d heard it before, and recently. I closed my eyes and listened.
Spinning lights darted across my eye lids and they popped open immediately as the sound came to an end. It was the sound I’d heard the night before when I saw whatever it was that I had seen.
I looked at the building once again. Aliens?

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