“Enslavement!?”

“That’s what you call our lives?” The balding man erupted indignantly. His face changed to a reddish-purple and his stomach bulged in the white gown worn by everyone in the community.

“Perhaps you’re too young to remember what life was like before they came. I assure you we have it made now.” Dismissively, he turned his back and began triumphantly marching away before allowing a c...

content warnings: murder, blood, character death

She nodded, slipping under notice as she so often did, a shadow in this monster’s plush home. She smiled mindlessly as she set the tray on the table, delicately indulging in the idea they all held of her. Human, weak, stupid. She had two arms, two eyes, thin wheat-colored hair, and an inferior mind. They would never guess what she’d done this m...

I am a prisoner. I may be a prisoner of war, or a prisoner of crime. But I can’t remember. The only thing I can remember is this prison, this enslavement. There are others, but have they all died? I don’t know. That’s what I tell myself. I guess I finally learned what freedom is. It’s wherever you can find it.

I pace my room waiting for Yako to come back. “What kind of name is Yako?” The voice in...

George sat by and watched as his friend met death at the hands of the commandant. It was not fast. Frederick stood for as long as he was capable and took the blows with stoic composure, unafraid of what he was facing and unwilling to let their slaver enjoy any outburst of fear out pain. In this, he succeeded.

George, however, held no such composure within himself. Only restrained by the knowle...

It’s time… it’s time for the human race to take back our freedom. No one would have ever thought when they came for the first time that they wuod have came so hostile… we unfortunately had to learn the hard way and since that things have never been the same… that’s why we have to meet here in this dark, cold and just terrible area underground …. Yeah…. But I say no more… no more of their vile rule...

I remember it just like my normal day I was playing outside I was nine years old I need money right kids and we saw a flash of light it was your phone we were terrified of her to spread up for the city there are multiple they adopted many people and enslaved human race is a strong race but were then programmed by the aliens to forget everything that we once knew and work for them somehow I still h...

Taken by aliens

To be their slaves

We must escape

And destroy them all

They make us work

All day

All night

No sleep

We rarely eat

Or drink

Our group

Is dying off

Slowly

Yet gradually

We must take over

We must make a plan

A choice

We hid away

Together

With the few of us left

We know how it goes

We know how things work

We’ll use their weapons

And use our knowledge

And our skills

To take o...

We were enslaved by a powerful race the lordkins. They wrecked havoc on many of races throughout the galaxy and happened to find earth. They were a race of greed, hatred, death. Death followed them everywhere and terror rised in the hearts of many nations. Their army were thousands upon thousands. Millions. I wondered how these savages think, I watch them annihilate thousands. Control everything. ...

The shot clock is down to 5 seconds

The score is tied at 56

Marcelous holds the ball to the side of his hip as he is being defended by one of the intergalactic minions.

He takes a deep breath then continues down the court. He fakes to the left then makes a spin move now redirected to the right. The intergalactic minion trips on his other foot and falls to the ground.

He end up at the 3 point li...

They were not like us, they were so calm, so emotionless, so methodical, so accurate. Their ruthlessness lacked violence, will, desire. We always were means to an end for them: objects to shift, deposit, cull. For a while, this was so utterly shocking to us, a paralysing effect that turned us into those very objects from inside out. And inch by cruel inch the world finally became the clockwork soc...