There was no feeling. No feeling in any of my limbs, I just simply was. For the longest time, I had been stuck, trapped in this hell. I don’t remember a time before I was here. Maybe I had wanted to be in this place, this ship, at some point. I know i’m wearing some sort of suit, as is the man in front of me. I don’t remember his name, if he ever had one. All of my memories had melted to time. All...

We took shelter in an abandoned ship. Temps were falling hard and we needed to find a way to stay warm.

This wasn’t the place though. I could hear them coming. We had to find a way out quickly.

It was too late to turn around. There had to be a back way out. Running through the halls we delved deeper into the unknown.

We found a door at the back with ice covered windows. Eevy almost opened th...

I let out a shaky breath, hand quivering as I stepped around my ship. The men outside speaking in a foreign language, it sounded like baby blabbering, peculiar- truly. My pants had rips all throughout the bottom of them, my shirt dirtied and one of the sleeves on the verge of being torn off. The wreck of my space craft had been infiltrated by these alien species, whom left a slimy trail wherever t...

_It’s cold._

_It’s cold, and dry._

_It’s cold, and dry, and I can see my own fucking breath._

The last thing I remember is yelling out to the people, to the parents, to the _kids, _to prepare for a rough landing. They were panicking for what seemed to be only a matter of seconds before we landed in this territory.

There’s cleaning robots outside, in a humanoid shape to not disturb the children...

'What a mess,' Rick said looking at the crash sight. 'I don't get paid enough for this,' he mumbled as he pulled a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket to light. The air was brutally cold in Antarctica's frigid climate. Snow seemed to stretch for miles with no sign of life. In the near distance, rough and ragged mountain cliffs surround the crash sight.

Just as Rick was about to light his...

It’s dark. I can’t see. What’s that strange noise? Where am I? Am I trapped? Is this a dream? I’m confused. I hear this weird sound its like a humming, no not quite. It’s loud, so very loud. Should I move but then again i don’t know where i am or what’s outside. What is that noise, its bothering me. There’s noises like someone banging against something, are they trying to help me? But who are they...

A shiver racked my body as I pulled my knees closer to my chest.

“No one can know.” I told myself, rocking back and forth as a way of finding comfort. All my ears could listen to were the blaring sounds of machines cutting through the metal of my ship.

I brought my hands up to cover my ears, grinding my teeth together in a futile attempt to drown out the noise.

“They’re gonna find you…” I whim...

It had taken five hours for the crew to get the testing equipment out to the crash site. The location necessitated the use of helicopters to drop off the personnel and vehicles twelve kilometers deep into the Shawnee State Forest. The snow was not fresh, but still thick as the cold grip of winter held on to the woods. Each member knew it would be of the utmost importance that they keep their missi...

What are these idiots doing! Don’t they realize we are still with the ship and all their working is walking us up.. some grumpy n others not.. I’m intrigued by the men themselves n how the can’t pass thru anything but are very solid!!!! Especially this short one in front of t of me breathing heavy n working to keep the sweat on his ntow to freezing… I lean closer n to my surprise he says any clos...

Another day, another crash. These sightings used to horrify us humans but the more they came, the less we cared. Sort of like UK knife crime. These rare deaths we would hear on the news left us in pure shock. We’d hug our families and pray. But as they became the norm we became less affected by it, we no longer prayed.

These crashes were similar as we reacted the same way to these events beyond o...