Countdown to 500 (#5)

Y’all! My next post is 500!! Woot! Woot!

Today’s offering is my favorite dessert (besides ice cream)…



Yesterday I promised you a 500 word short story (and it is exactly 500 words!), and I hope this doesn’t disappoint. Inspiration Monday inspired, here is:

Last Meal on Earth

The glow from their eyes surrounded me. Dusk had arrived and the moon hid it’s face from the travesty called earth. The lone survivor, tonight I will become the last meal.

It all began two weeks ago, on a crisp, beautiful autumn morning.  The comforting smell of lit fireplaces mingled with pumpkin spice and cinnamon apples and perfumed the air. Children laughed on swing sets, donned in their favorite pull-over sweatshirts. Parents patiently raked the golds, crimsons, and browns scattered across their yard for the fifty millionth time as their children gleefully jump into their pile of leaves. Smiles revealed teeth and friendly waves spread happiness around the neighborhood. No one paid attention to the shadows that crossed the sky, not even when those shadows blotted out the sun, and a chill infiltrated the air.

I watched from the safety of my living room window as they quietly landed one by one, using their laser guns to zap my friends into unconsciousness. My eyes shut wetly as more flocked from their ships and dined on the flesh lined streets, leaving nothing behind to bear witness. I crouched behind my curtain hoping I wouldn’t be seen, yet unable to look away. My watch vibrated, startling me, and my heart leaped to my chest. My children are getting on their school buses for home, unaware of the fate that awaits them. There is nothing I can do to protect them, for to leave my house would mean instant death and render me powerless to help them.

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and called my oldest child first. Each ring seemed like an eternity before her voicemail picked up.

“Hi, I can’t take your call right now. Leave me a message.”

The silly tones lacing her voice filtered from my phone and my heart felt as if it wanted to burst from my breast. Images filled my head of my beautiful daughters lined along the street unconscious like my neighbors. I could not shake it. My phone lit up with my daughter’s face.

“Mom?” She whispered. “They’re here.” Fear filled her words.

“I know. Are you safe?” Even as I asked, I watched as two aliens broke down the door across the street. The house lit up with a red light. No one was safe.

“I don’t know. I’m hiding.” I could hear the tremble in her lips. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Have you heard from your sister?”

A small wail escaped her lips. “They hit her school before mine. Everyone is gone.”

The sound of doors opening and closing breached the phone.

“NO!” Cassie screamed.

The line went quiet, and I knew. Tears streaked down my cheeks. I pushed the speed dial code to reach my husband. The beeps of the busy signal matched the rhythm of my heart. I hung up and dialed again and again only to get the same response. I knew the truth, though. He, too, was gone.

I’m the only one left.


So, what do you think of that short? Share your thoughts in a comment and be automatically entered in the great Til Death Do Us Part giveaway!

Here’s what you need to know:

1 lucky commenter will win a signed paperback copy and 5 lucky commenters will win a copy of the ebook.

Yes, you read that right.

Six (6) lucky My Write Side fans will win a copy of my debut story. If you’ve ever wondered what a rejected engagement ring does to gain acceptance, you need wonder no more. This book follows a fascinating chain of events that will horrify you even as you find yourself rooting for the ring to come full circle.

And it can be YOURS, just by doing this one simple thing. Comment, comment, comment. There will be a total of six posts this week. You have five chances to comment. The more you comment, the greater your chances to win! On the 6th day, the 500th post, I will announce the 6 lucky winners.

So please, take a moment and say “hi.” Don’t forget to come back tomorrow, for the final celebration, the announcement of the winners, AND MY 500th POST!!

Thanks for coming by!




  1. Wow, that would be terrifying. I was hoping she would ingest something that would poison whatever tried to ingest her. (Yeah, she’d die, but it looks like that’s likely anyway… at least she could take someone down with her.) I know, I’m over-thinking this, but that just means I found the story intriguing and thought-provoking 🙂


  2. So, so dark. So, so well done. The contrast between happy suburbia and the horror that follows, the personal perspective of a mom thinking of her kids getting out of school, the chilling sounds on the other end of the phone. The helpless feeling.

    Very nicely done.

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