Original Drabbles (100 Word Short Stories)

Parade
by: Tristan Johnson
I sat in the bushes watching the parade go on in front of me. I looked at the crowds and took in so much of the atmosphere that I barely noticed that right on time the motorcade came around the corner. In it the man of the hour waved to the people, smiling, optimistic.

With three seconds left my eye began to look up into the depository ad the flash went off. The well known panic filled the streets, the president had been shot.

I guess Oswald did do it; I owed someone at the time travel agency five bucks.

First Contact
by: Tristan Johnson

The world gasped as the alien spacecraft opened, and the entire planet got its first glimpse at an alien species. It covered itself in slivers of protein, walked on two fleshy tendrils, and breathed a highly corrosive gas. He seemed to manipulate a machine with flagella attached to two tentacles coming from the upper half of its writhing muscular body, wrapped in a thick suit. It looked as us and pressed a button on the machine; it warbled a bit of noise in their confusing language, and then translated.

“We are Humans from the planet Earth, we come in peace.”