The night sky lit up when they came. Countless spaceships, each as large as a city. The whole world looked up in shock.
One ship sent a shuttle down, landing in an open field. Then nothing happened. Crowds began gathering, and news media swarmed the field. The army tried to secure the area, but it was useless.
Once the ship was surrounded, the front of the ship opened, and a ramp appeared. An alien being walked out and began to speak.
“Earthlings, you have a beautiful planet, yet you carelessly abuse it. Your population continues to grow, and Earth’s resources are taxed to the limit. You have poisoned your own home.
“Therefore, it is time. We must harvest before the crop is spoiled.”
“What crop?” A reporter shouted.
“Humans, of course. We planted you here. Now we must bring in the harvest and feast.”
There was outrage and commotion in the crowd. The alien waved his hand, and everyone fell to the ground, dead—everyone except me.
I was stunned at the carnage.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” I asked.
“We need seedlings for the next crop. You will be sent to another planet with 10,000 other humans. You will not remember this day, and will populate your new world in time for the next harvest.
Thanks for reading and responding. You make it fun.
Mark
I was thinking:
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Noah’s Ark — with a twist!
Dark, Mark! Sounds a little like "To Serve Man," a Twilight Zone classic!