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When Aliens Weep
Book: When Aliens Weep Read Online Free
Author: J. K. Accinni
Tags: Literary, Literature & Fiction, Horror, Genre Fiction, Literary Fiction, Teen & Young Adult
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something being dragged across the floor. She felt it pass in front of her then stop. She heard no more as the buzzing of bees faded in the distance, and then she was left again in complete silence.
    As her heart continued its frenetic beating, she took a deep breath, hoping it would slow her respiration to a more normal level. Absently, she ran her hands through her hair. What the . . . ? Perplexed over a strange sensation, she withdrew her hand. Shaking it to rid herself of the softness that had clung to her fingers, she was unable to see the clumps of her hair as they fell from her scalp and fingers to land in her lap like spent tufts of gossamer.
    What the heck was that? Gathering courage, she reached up to her face again and ran her hand over her head, swatting at imaginary bugs. Finding nothing in the air around her head, she relaxed, breathing in relief as more of her hair silently detached from her head to lie unseen about her shoulders.
    The minutes ticked by. Before long they piled up as hours. Ginger Mae’s stomach ached with a relentless acknowledgment of hunger and thirst. Her psyche begged for the darkness to go away. She needed light. It was only in the light that she could begin her hunt for . . . for . . . for what? she wondered. Her mind searched, confusion wearing her down. I have to find it. It was only then that she could begin to figure out how to get back home. She didn’t know where she was but she knew instinctively that this wasn’t her beloved Earth. But what? What do I need to find?
    Before long, her tears stopped. Her strength taxed to its limits, she slept.
    Crash— Ginger Mae snapped out of her sleep and sat up. What was that? Sniffing the air, she recognized the unmistakable dreaded burning smell. Huddled tightly on her pad she drew herself into a ball, hoping to be overlooked, if only she could make herself small enough.
    She strained her ears, desperate to catch the sound of something familiar. She sensed the presence of others: movements and a thump. The darkness pressed in on her. She clamped her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming out in fear. The sounds stopped as suddenly as they’d begun, the burning smell receding. The darkness froze her in place as her tears welled up again.
    From out of the silence and the darkness, she heard a scrape.
    “Hello,” she ventured, her voice timid and tremulous. She was greeted by nothing more than silence. “Is anyone there?” The silence slapped her in the face again. Frightened yet mollified, she curled back into a ball to return to sleep. Who knew what trouble the singular sound would bring her? Maybe it was just her imagination or wishful thinking. Her mind eventually switched off to suck her deeper into the blackness.
    The black void now her constant companion, her only escape became sleep: The sleep of the innocent that promised temporary oblivion yet insidiously and unknowingly robbed her of her memory. For it was during her sleep that the residue of the minute toxic substance contained in the hot burning smell—the odor that terrorized her so—was fractionally destroying the cells in her brain. In the part of the brain that stored memory; the essence of who we are and who Ginger Mae had been.
     

Chapter 4
     
     
    The tired survivors trudged pitifully toward the huge, shimmering city. Thousands of creatures fluttered above their heads; golden minions and hundreds of their white, curly-haired vulpine nooglets.
    From time to time, a minion would dart to the ground to reach out and touch one of the survivors, forcing Baby or Echo to dart forward and silently warn them off.
    Stunned and preoccupied with their grief, the survivors trudged on like punch-drunken zombies of the popular and historic bygone golden age of twenty-first-century Earth’s literature.
    Baby, Netty and Wil guided them toward the city. Sticking like glue to Barney and Chloe, Echo spoke to all that welcomed her into their frightened and grieving
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