Hunt of the Fourth Kind 9Julian smirked ever so slightly but he was sure the ranger caught his demeanor. The ranger wasn’t amused, “What are you smiling at you fekking asshole?!” Praxis snapped. Touché, Julian had hit a nerve, “Nothing, ranger…” he was looking for the ranger’s name and rank.Hunt of the Fourth Kind 94 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“The name’s Praxis!” the ranger bellowed, he didn’t bother giving his rank to this slagging civilian.
“Well…” Julian squinted briefly “Private Ranger Praxis,” he heard Praxis growl in frustration, “I’d have normally returned fire but seeing as how something has you shaken. I will take that injury as compensation enough.” Julian snarked. Smartass, thought Praxis, he had half mind to just shot this punk right here right now. No one could hold him accountable. He might even say that he was pr
Grief: A Language We All SpeakWe should have been ready for them when they came.Grief: A Language We All Speak5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The president declared martial law on Tuesday, June 10th, 2038. By Friday, the Army and National Guard were in charge in every city and town, and every farm family in those white frame houses across America had the shotgun loaded and lying handy by the TV set. As for the national defense system, that had been ready all along - the missiles poised, the bombers fueled up, a finger always near the red button. This invasion wasn’t coming from Russia, but from the planet near the star of Rigel, but that didn’t matter; we didn’t know why they were coming or what they wanted or even what they looked like, but that didn’t matter, either. They were aliens, and we should have been ready for them on that golden Saturday afternoon when the great, silent ships came dropping down out of the sky.
I had been mowing the lawn and finishing up the rest of my Saturday chores. I remember being deep in thought about the whole thing a
Hunt of the Fourth Kind 8The ranger stopped in his tracks. What the fek? What was that noise? The ranger had patrolled this part of the forest for years, he had encountered almost everything from suicidal homeless trying to eke out a living in the forest only to end up as food for the local fauna, a pack of chowzers, cat like wolves that primarily roamed this forest, and the rare quen like the one he had just scared off. In all his years the ranger had never heard anything like the hiss that put him on edge. He immediately went to his com device.Hunt of the Fourth Kind 84 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey, Fragg.” He barked into his com. “I think you’d better get over here. Something’s not right.” There was a brief pause then some white noise then a mildly scratchy voice answered back. “Praxis, wha-“, then there was laughter on the other end. Praxis rolled his eyes. Fekking Fragg and his easy going attitude. Alway
Hunt of the Fourth Kind 6His father coughed and beckoned him to come forward.Hunt of the Fourth Kind 64 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yes buh, buh?” asked Julian in the words of affection and endearment for father.
“Julian,” Youssef handed Julian a set of tools that the son didn’t recognize, “I want you to have these with you.”
“What are these?” Julian pointed to the swathed tools. “I have never seen these kinds of tools before. Are they are gun maintenance?”
“No, Julian, they are designed to help you handle and protect you from exposure to the PZ-21 nerve toxin.” His father explained in a calm demeanor. The biochemist/neurosurgeon proceeded to explain each of the tools to his son. There were the following tools; a unique set of tweezers that would allow him to dip an item into the PZ-21 container without the risk of accidental skin contact, a chemical brush whose purpose was to apply the poison directly onto any of his weapons minus the bullets which would be a waste since firing them f
Hunt of the Fourth Kind 5excuse for you throwing your fits. I know you’ve had to readjust to living with us again after that-“, Ter-rance was thinking, calculating how to say the next part that put Julian on edge and tense. Abuh found the words, “-After the unlawful imprisonment and traumatic abuse you went through. Trust me, Julian” Julian sighed, the first name, again! This time he had said it in the foreign language. Ter-rance glared at his grandson. He did not like to be interrupted and Julian had just interrupted him. His father coughed softly.Hunt of the Fourth Kind 54 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“As-I-was-saying” Ter-rance continued, “I know what it is like to live through a traumatic and life changing experience.”
Yeah, sure you do. Thought Julian. It’s not like you had to suffer 9 agonizing years of
Hunt of the Fourth Kind 7The hunter-creature had chosen its hunting grounds well. Before it had landed and entered the atmosphere the hunter had made sure that the air was breathable for it which the ship’s computers had confirmed. It chose its landing in a secluded deciduous forest and hid its landing craft from prying eyes. There was plentiful ferocious game in abundance but nothing that could truly challenge it. It had already collected the pelts of many dog like creatures that had dared to attack it. It had to admit they were formidable prey. If there had been more than the four that attacked it the hunter-creature might have met its end in the jaws of these beasts. Instead it had baited the beasts and feinted movements to draw the alpha of their pack into attacking and swiftly countered with a sure strike to its jugular. The rest of the pack had become disoriented and the hunter-creature had picked them off at it leisure.Hunt of the Fourth Kind 74 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This