Bombs away

” Battle stations stat! Weapons ready!”

It was near. They could hear it sidling, tentacles rustling along the ground. It suddenly came into view as it let out a low, otherwordly, groan.

“Fire!” They shot at the creature but it shrieked and raised up, doubling in size.

Wide-eyed, the battalion scrambled. “We need more power! Get the bomb! Get the bomb! Throw it!”

Bobby closed his eyes and lobbed the bomb at the beast.


Mother came running at the sound of shattering glass.

“My door!” She glared at the three sheepish boys.

They would rather take their chances with the alien.


PHOTO PROMPT Β© Dale Rogerson

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to our lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out the other 100-word nuggets of fiction here.


41 thoughts on “Bombs away

  1. This made me smile. I remember putting a window out pretending to be a fighter pilot when I was a kid. Would have happily faced a squadron of MiG’s rather than my dad that evening.

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    1. That wasn’t supposed to post yet. …my toys and throw rocks, which were bombs, at them I broke a few. Once, I threw a bunch of toys into a vent in the backyard. I thought it went to the garage. When I ran around to get them, they weren’t there. It turns out, the vent went to under the house, there was no way to get to them. Boys will be dumb.

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