Pumpkin Pie

by Angela Kempe

“That looks good!”

“It’s gluten free!”

“I won’t eat it!” Savanah said.

“Come on! I spent hours baking. You have to try!”

Savanah’s mother placed the pie on the table and walked away. Savanah stared at it. It smelled ordinary enough and had an ordinary color. Placed on a fancy white plate at the center of the table between a poinsettia and two white candles. Savanah rest her head on her palms as Grandpa walked by.

“You have to wait,” he smiled.

“I don’t want it!” Savanah sulked.

But Grandpa was already gone.

Just then, the pie wiggled.

“Mommy!” Savanah yelled, staring suspiciously.

There were too many people for her voice to be heard. She got on her tippy toes and leaned towards the pie. Tiny bubbles were forming on the smooth orange surface. Then, the center cracked and split down the middle. Savanah cowered behind the table, but gathered up her courage, leaned in closer and stared unflinchingly as a line of tiny bugs crawled out.

They formed a line like black ants across the table. Crawled all the way up to an inch away from her chin. Savanah squinted hard at the creatures. They looked like tiny men and were trying to say something to her, but she couldn’t understand.

“You better not get into that pie!” said her mother.

“Mommy! Mommy! There’s something in the pie! Aliens! Mommy, Look!”

Her mother laughed. Took up her knife in her hand and pushed passed Savanah.

“Oh, Savvy! Such a wild imagination!”

Savanah searched the table, but the creatures were gone. The pie was smooth as if just out of the oven. Savanah’s eyes were wide as her mother cut through the middle of the pie, cut out a large piece, and put it on a plate.

“Sure you don’t want a piece?”

Savanah cringed.

“No, thank you, Mama.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, and gave it to Grandpa.

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The Light Beings

by Angela Kempe

“How are you today, MD?

Medora shifted in her seat and looked down at her steel handcuffs. She liked stretching them apart and feeling the cool edges on her wrists. The chain rattled as it clanked on her chair when she lifted them.

“Good,” she said, quietly.

“And how are the new doses? It looks as though you’ve been on 50 mg now for two weeks. Is there any difference?”

Medora peered over her shoulder at the door. A nurse was passing by in the hallway.

“MD?”

“Uh…”

She turned back towards her.

“MD? Have you had any visitors this week?”

The doctor turned down towards her clipboard. She clicked her pen open and scribbled a few notes.

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“Uh, yes,” she answered, looking back down at her handcuffs, squeezing her fingers into  clinched fists.

“I want to tell you, MD, that we have checked the video camera footage and no one has entered your room this passed week. I’m sorry, but there is no one visiting you.”

Medora looked up. Her eyes were wide.

“That’s because they are speaking to me in my head!”

“How many times have you heard these voices in your head?”

The doctor poised herself to jot her answer down quickly.

“Every night they speak to me. In the late hours. They will come for me soon. Like they came for my sister.”

“Now, MD.”

The doctor put her pen down and looked up at Medora through her glasses.

“You have already been charged in court for that crime. I thought we had already decided last month that you were going to tell us where you hid the body.”

“Yes, but…”

“Part of you getting out of this facility is by coming to terms with what you did. Now MD, let’s think about it. What happened to your sister? Really.”

Medora stared back at the doctor. Her eyes were penetrating.

“The body is on the third planet from earth.”

The doctor stood up, tossing her clipboard on her desk.

“I think we’ve had enough for today.”

She struck the intercom with her palm.

“You can come get her now.”

It was a routine day at the mental ward and a fairly uneventful night. There had been only one outburst from a Schizophrenic and a squabble at dinner between two patients with Oppositional Defiant Disorder. Then, at about 3:20am, Dr. Rutherford received a phone call. She rushed down to the ward to find that MD had escaped. The guards had found her empty bed during a routine room check with the handcuffs still locked shut.

Dr. Rutherford looked around the room for clues, then sat on the bed.

“Did you check the video footage?”

“I think you’d better see this for yourself,” said a guard, poking his head through the doorway.

Dr. Rutherford walked with them into the security room and the guard played the footage. As Dr. Rutherford watched, her face turned white and her mouth opened. Her hands began shaking and so she steadied them by gripping her pants.

The entire room was lit up like the sun, but she could still see Medora through the light reaching her hands up to the beings as they freed her. And she could almost make out the fluttering of wings in the light and the soft feathery hair that hovered around their bright faces like halos.

She could see Medora smiling as she looked straight at the video camera. She seemed to be looking right at the doctor.

Dr. Rutherford gasped in fright.

Then, the room became empty and the light was gone. So was Medora.

The doctor leaned her body on the security console and closed her eyes.

“Who has seen this?”

“Just us, Ma’am.”

“Delete it.”

The Cafe

By Angela Kempe

“I would never raise my child until it was an adult!”

Sethliah spoke the words in her mind and then released a musty oil from her skin to show her disdain for the human race. Jenetha knew the smell and thought her words back in reply.

“Keplerian children are far more superior. Our babies reach maturity only two years after they hatch from their egg.”

“Imagine changing diapers!”

They both released an oil of agreement and a smell reminiscent to the scent of a dead earth goat wafted through the air.

“And do you know that Angela from work, just got married and she’s almost thirty? By Keplerian standards that’s almost middle-age. What a waste of life!”

Just then, a bell chimed and a human woman entered the cafe with her baby safely snuggled in a mint green stroller. Upon entering the room the woman caught the stench of the Keplerian females and gagged. As the baby wailed and coughed, she lowered herself to the spittoon near the entrance that was used for human vomit.

Although the humans had tried to adapt to the smells of the Keplerians, they would often suffer from bouts of uncontrollable vomiting when first entering closed spaces. It was especially terrible for those with heightened sense of smell, such as women who were pregnant or people who had the flu.

After heaving her breakfast into the spittoon, the woman reached into her pocket and pulled out some nose plugs for her newborn and her to wear, then walked casually up to the masked barista.

“Triple shot cappuccino, please.”

“$7.25.”

“Those Keplerians are so barbaric,” she whispered as the barista pressed ground coffee into the espresso maker.

“I know. They never shower. And do you know that they let their female children marry at 2-years-old? How absolutely disgusting!”

*This post was rewritten on 1-1-17 because I was stupid and deleted the whole text on accident!