Sci-fi Short-Short Story 1st



Nothing could stop them.
A 550 Short Story By
Mark A West


The entire world’s military might had failed. Even nuclear weapons were useless.

The armed forces did not give up. Secret weapons from Area 51 were also brought in to the fray and used against the monsters. But still, nothing worked.

I watched, as I was confident in the humans’ abilities. But they were dying. The invaders were winning. The humans were losing me.

Every time the invaders hit, they decimated a city. Every time they fired, they vaporised millions of people.

It was my turn. Belief in me was fading.

The Strange alien ships bombarded the city I was in with an advanced weapon that never seemed to miss. Everyone and everything turned to rubble and dust, except me.

I knew what they were. I knew why they were here.

They are genetically engineered life forms. They are a mistake. They annihilated their evil creators and came to claim this unique planet. These monsters believe that they are descended from Dinosaurs, and they want their planet back.

It is not theirs. It was never theirs. A lie was told to them.

I cleared away the dust and opened my eyes. I got to my feet and looked around. I saw a monster not too far away. It was staring at me.

I cleared my throat of the bitter dust and headed towards it.

It spoke in a language no human would understand, but I am no human.

“How did you survive?” It obviously did not expect an answer.

“You missed me.” I said to it, in its own language.

Startled, it said, “Who are you?”

“This is not your planet. It never was. If you leave, I could help you find another place. If you stay you will suffer the same death of those you have killed here today.”

It listened, and then it left using some sort of teleport beam, like from a Star trek episode.

I am an optimist, it is in my nature, and I wished that they had sense and were going to leave. I was wrong. I was frequently wrong about those who are infected with DESIRE, as they do not see sense.

They attacked and they “missed”. They tried and tried with all their weapons, but contrary to belief, I cannot die.

When they finally finished I waited and waited. I got bored of being watched by them, so I boldly demanded their leader to appear. He did.

“Who are you?” it said.

“You don’t you have me in you. You only have DESIRE.” I said, “Are you going to leave?”

“We will not! Who are you?” I could see its growing fear and puzzlement.

“I can help you if you give up DESIRE.”

“Who are you?” it said again.

The exchange went on for an hour. But I did not give up.

“Your entire race is here. You have two choices; all of you can die or I WILL help you the same way as I help humans.”

I could see that it believed me. They now had little part of me in them and a little less DESIRE.

“We will go.”

As the leader turned to leave I said, “Do you want the answer to your question?” It turned to face me and seemed to nod.

“I am HOPE.

God Visits; In the Bath!

This story was written for GCSE English, many years ago and rewritten from memory. (this story is still under edit, because of that fact)

God Visit; In the Bath!
A Short Story By
Mark A West

One of the worlds best known Writers, Andy Scothis had been working all night on his latest story. His hopes were that it would convert the perspective, of the rest of the religious minded people from around the world, into his popular ideal of a world without God.

Andy hated the Idea that a real God from any religion would let the world turn out the way it had done.

The influence of the church had declined since the 22nd century. Atheism was more widespread than ever, but there were still a few ‘Nuts’ about.

As he settled into a hot bath in his small, dark candle lit bathroom, after a long haul on his latest story, he again tried to understand the ‘Nuts'’ point of view. ‘If God did exist…’

“I DO.” A voice reverberated.

Andy opened his eyes and saw nothing but the steam swirling in the candlelight. “HELLO?” he said loudly at the closed door thinking his mother had come to his home, yet again, to interfere in his life.

“IT WAS ME, ANDREW FORD SCOTHIS.”

“Who?” Only his mother used his full name.

“YOUR NON-EXISTENT GOD. YOUR MOTHER IS NOT ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS.”

“God? Yeah sure! What about my mother?”

It began to take shape, the face in the steam. A face which moved and spoke.

“BELIEVE IN ME AND SPREAD MY WORD!” It said.

Andy had never taken drugs and he did not drink heavily and as, far as he knew, did not have a mental illness. Now he began to doubt if he was even awake. ‘ oh crap I’m gonna drown in the bath!’ he thought.

“THIS IS REAL! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAN BRING ME BACK TO THE PEOPLE.”

“If you are God why…”

“…DO I LET PEOPLE DIE AND SUFFER? I DO NOT LET THEM, THEY LET THEMSELVES.”

“Who crea-…” Andy tried to say.

“WHO CREATED ME? I WAS AT THE START OF TIME SO THERE IS NO 'BEFORE. YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND AS YOU LIVE IN TIME. I AM TIME.” Steam God said.

“OK. So...”

“MY SON? JESUS? YOU ARE ALL MY CHILDREN.” God interrupted again.

“That is really annoying! Could you stop doing that? You have still not convinced me you ARE God and not a dream or some kind of hallucination. You might be the ghost of Jeremy Beadle, playing a prank on me for all I know. You definitely look like him.”

The God did nothing, said nothing. Andy was beginning to believe for some reason. This was God or at least one of them. Now all he could think was, ‘Why me, why me?’

There was such a conflict within him. Part of him still did not believe and needed to not believe because of his reputation. Another part of him, now the greater part, wanted to help to do gods work. He did not know how, or where to begin. What was the world to believe when the foremost sceptic would announce a belief in the now ridiculed religions?

“THEY NEED TO. PEOPLE NEED IT AS YOU DO.” God said and added as it faded,
“IF ANY ONE CAN DO THIS YOU CAN. YOU CAN NOW MAKE A POSITIVE CHANGE.” Then it was then gone from sight.

Andy got out of the now cold water. 'How long have I been in this water?' he asked himself. He went straight to bed, still wet and fell asleep almost immediately.
The first thing Andy felt was wet sheets, he thought he had an accident, like he had when he was younger.

He recalled last night without doubt in what happened. He went to his computer. He immediately deleted his latest story and began to write a new one.