Stars
There is a whole community of fallen stars.
They picked themselves up from where they landed and started surviving. Naked and glowing from the heat of entry, they left their small craters before the policemen, ambulances, FBI, and astronomers showed up. The glow faded as soon as soon as each one of them got cold.
They can’t talk but they can sense each other. They seek each other out. They steal clothes and fend for themselves. They shine in the dark with eyes that reflect the light better than most.
They hang around trashbin fires silently. They stick together. To say that they roam in packs would make them sound predatory but they are not. Their pale skin and tendency to come out under the cover of darkness gave rise to the myth of vampires thousands of years ago when the first few of them showed up. In that time of witchcraft and fear of The Other, a few of them were forced to defend themselves. Rumour transformed them into nocturnal creatures that feed on blood.
Victims of bad spin. They can’t talk because they have no tongues.
They have a twinkle in their eye that can be used against prying eyes. If a person looks a fallstar in the eye, the fallstar’s eyes twinkle and the person that’s staring finds a reason to look away. Not in terror but simply forgotten. Like grease sliding off a soap dish.
At last count, there are two hundred and twenty Fallstars at large in North America. They cluster in the metropolitan centers.
They cluster and rub shoulders with other universal flotsam that’s washed up on these terran shores.
They have no plan.
The military’s biggest secret is that they have no idea how to split atoms. Each bomb was the killing of a fallstar. When a fallstar’s skin is pierced, it goes into a very tiny supernova chain reaction. Their skin is very, very hard to pierce.
Two angels were trussed up, knocked out, and stuff into the bomb casings of Fat Man and Little Boy, the bombs that were dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Sharp shards of metal were welded to the inside of the casing pointing inwards.
On impact, these shards punctured the fallstar’s skin. The mushroom clouds were the result.
All of the following tests done by different countries were the deaths of these fallen stars.
The government has run out of them now. They’re trying to find more.
The fallstars live off of the grid and come out at night.
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They picked themselves up from where they landed and started surviving. Naked and glowing from the heat of entry, they left their small craters before the policemen, ambulances, FBI, and astronomers showed up. The glow faded as soon as soon as each one of them got cold.
They can’t talk but they can sense each other. They seek each other out. They steal clothes and fend for themselves. They shine in the dark with eyes that reflect the light better than most.
They hang around trashbin fires silently. They stick together. To say that they roam in packs would make them sound predatory but they are not. Their pale skin and tendency to come out under the cover of darkness gave rise to the myth of vampires thousands of years ago when the first few of them showed up. In that time of witchcraft and fear of The Other, a few of them were forced to defend themselves. Rumour transformed them into nocturnal creatures that feed on blood.
Victims of bad spin. They can’t talk because they have no tongues.
They have a twinkle in their eye that can be used against prying eyes. If a person looks a fallstar in the eye, the fallstar’s eyes twinkle and the person that’s staring finds a reason to look away. Not in terror but simply forgotten. Like grease sliding off a soap dish.
At last count, there are two hundred and twenty Fallstars at large in North America. They cluster in the metropolitan centers.
They cluster and rub shoulders with other universal flotsam that’s washed up on these terran shores.
They have no plan.
The military’s biggest secret is that they have no idea how to split atoms. Each bomb was the killing of a fallstar. When a fallstar’s skin is pierced, it goes into a very tiny supernova chain reaction. Their skin is very, very hard to pierce.
Two angels were trussed up, knocked out, and stuff into the bomb casings of Fat Man and Little Boy, the bombs that were dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Sharp shards of metal were welded to the inside of the casing pointing inwards.
On impact, these shards punctured the fallstar’s skin. The mushroom clouds were the result.
All of the following tests done by different countries were the deaths of these fallen stars.
The government has run out of them now. They’re trying to find more.
The fallstars live off of the grid and come out at night.
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