Happy Monday, friends and familiars!
Only three prompts left to go! :O And this is the last one for this year!!* :O :O
There are a couple of things I did differently for these last three. I did the prompts on Instagram because I could do all of them at once in my stories there, which means I didn’t spam my followers’ feeds for a day or two. Also, I wrote them by hand first and then copied them here, which means they’ve had a tiny bit more editing than I usually bother with since I saw the bigger issues that bugged me when I copied everything.
Also, these last three will be connected 😉
Besides that, these are still nowhere near great, and honestly, that’s freeing. It’s nice to not have to worry too much about developmental edits, and proofreads and all that, and just write for the sake of seeing what you come up with. I recommend it if you haven’t tried it before <3
But onto the poll!
Here’s how IG voted on Prompt X:
Wow, that’s more votes than I ever had on Twitter. Lesson learned, friends – when you want other people to make a decision for you, go on Instagram! 😀
Thank you so much to everyone who voted even though these doiminated my stories for 24 hours <3
As always, if the prompt speaks to you, feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy ^-^
* ‘Phew’, she says in relief, ‘thank fudge for that’
Xenia had grown up dreaming of what lay beyond their skies. Like most Varyans, she’d imagined foreign worlds since she was old enough to question Varya’s borders. Fleshy aliens with small eyes. Soft Varyanoids with more than three fingers.
Unlike many Varyans, she’d never doubted once that there was more out there, but she’d never believed she’d see some of that magic in her lifetime.
The soft-looking, five-fingererd creature before her now wasn’t imaginary, strange as it looked.
It also wasn’t breathing.
Xenia knelt down next to it, as carefully as she could, worried it wasn’t sleeping but–
She swallowed. Tried to steady her shaking hands. This was their first contact with an alien species. And the poor thing had to rely on her to save it? She wished her father was there.
Xenia rubbed her clammy hands against her shirt, and tried to calm her breathing.
If she messed this up–Zuth forbid, if she accidentally killed the fleshy creature–she would start a war. But if she did this right…
She let out a nervous, rattling sigh and massaged its chest. The creature lay still.
“Oh Zuth, please breathe.”
She knew how to give first aid to Varyans, but what if her lips were poison to this creature? What if the natural oils on her fingers burnt its skin? What if–
The creature coughed. Its eyes flew open, and widened when they saw Xenia. It looked so odd to her–squishy, pale skin, pink lips, those weird soft strands coming from its scalp… Xenia had never seen anything like it.
By the look of shock on the creature’s face, it had never seen anything like her, either. Her light purple skin, dark eyes, and three fingers must have looked strange to it, too.
The creature gasped, and jumped up. Stumbled a few steps back. Said something Xenia couldn’t understand.
Xenia was too startled to move. The military probably had some protocol for first contact situations, but she was just a ninety-moon old girl, barely more than a child. She had nothing.
The creature watched her, its strange green eyes wide and observant. It spoke again, but the sounds meant nothing to Xenia. The alien looked just as lost as she felt.
Zuth, she hoped Varya’s air wasn’t poisonous to it.
Xenia waved. Smiled. Hoped it meant the same on this creature’s world as it did on hers.
It looked surprised, but waved back after a few uncertain seconds. It hadn’t attacked–that had to be a good start.
Xenia grinned. The creature smiled back. Varya’s first contact had been successful–and she was the one who’d made it.
The creature held out a tiny device, smaller than its fingertips. Xenia took it, but didn’t know what to do. It was smooth, but had no special characteristics other than the foreign symbols written on it.
The alien gestured to its ear, pretended to put something inside it. Xenia hoped she understood correctly and shoved the device into her ear.
Xenia yelped. “I–”
“It’s technology from the Hub. You can understand me now, right?”
Xenia nodded, speechless now she was having a conversation with an alien. Or could have had a conversation if the words hadn’t dried in her throat.
She’d never seen technology like this, neither had she heard of this Hub.
“Yeah. I can.” She swallowed. “I’m Xenia.”
The alien smiled. “Nice to meet you, Xenia. I’m Commander Yates, and I’m afraid my ship crashed over your planet. I need to find my crew, make sure they’re okay. Can you help me?”
Xenia barely felt herself nod. Something didn’t add up, but she couldn’t figure out what. Everything felt like a dream; hazy and too good to be real.
But this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, and since she was the one who’d made first contact, she was Varya’s ambassador now.
“I’ll do what I can.”
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