Native Species
“Here is the native species in a habitat similar to the one they would have originally lived in.”
Janta craned her long, slim neck to ensure a better view. “They’re all so beautiful. Black, brown, white. The many melodic languages soothe me.”
“I agree.” Her guide frowned. “But since they fought so much, their numbers dwindled. We captured the remaining ones and keep them under constant monitoring. For their own good.”
Janta examined her tentacles. Every member of her kind was green, their language static. She’d never understand why Earth’s first inhabitants failed to see the beauty in their differences.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThe last sentence makes me wonder about a few things. But one thing that is sure for me, the first inhabitant didn’t fail to see the beauty of their differences but they failed to understand their message and their purpose on earth.
Thank you for your comment, Lotchie. Yes, they definitely missed out on understanding the most important things.
You’re welcome, Danielle. It was a very nice and thought-provoking read.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis is lovely Danielle. We’re all suddenly going sci fi in our stories towards the end of this competition. I always wonder about aliens. When they look at each other, do they all look the same? Or do they actually look different to each other. I remember the American soldiers in films about the Vietnamese war comment that all the Vietnamese look the same as each other (I know they don’t, these… Read more »
Thanks so much, Carrie! It’s funny—I don’t normally tend to lean toward sci-fi, but now I find myself writing more of that genre. Maybe it’s the turmoil and uncertainty in the world.
You bring up some thought-provoking questions about aliens! I think of them as all looking the same because of what I’ve seen in movies. Kind of interesting that they are always portrayed as having no differences.
This is beautiful, Danielle.While reading it I wondered why we often can’t see the beauty in our differences and also similarities. This is a thought-provoking point you have raised.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you, Marianna! I was drawn to the idea of giving an “outsider” perspective on how the world might be viewed.
Hello Danielle, this story line of being different has opened a box of surprises, for every story is as different as the storyteller, and how wonderful is that. Even trying not to be different make us different ?! Thank you for keeping it simple but direct.
Thanks, Eric! I love the idea of differences in our stories/storytelling. It’s always fun to see all the creativity and have those “How did they come up with that?” moments.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI love Sci-fi but I haven’t seen myself writing in that direction. This is an interesting one. Reading through the story, I wonder if aliens truly exist. Is the guide an alien also or a human?
I wonder also! I do know a couple of people who truly believe in the existence of aliens.
I picture the guide as an alien also, and he spends his days taking other aliens around to view the remaining humans. Kind of like an educational experience—very zoo-like, but with perhaps a little more freedom.