Tonia and the Alien by Sarnia de la Mare 60 Second Shorts

Tonia was not sure what gender the alien was but was nonetheless captivated by its very presence.

She removed her robe, not even sure if the creature would understand the implications she sought to impress.

The alien moved closer, slowly, deliberately, moving several of its long tentacles around her body.

The suckers released an oil as they massaged her breasts, encircling her neck and thighs and lifting her towards a large double-ended protrusion.

Tonia was taken to a place of otherworldly ecstasy as the alien enwrapped her entire torso and spread her limbs apart.

Was this heaven, she wondered as the alien's wet protrusion entered her very soul?

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Part 2

The alien entered Tonia's room. This time it was not alone.

It had brought another alien, a friend perhaps. They were bowing as they approached her round pedestalled bed.

Tonia was being studied closely by the two aliens who were looking at her lips and breasts as they communicated in song-like clicks and whoops of approval.

The friend seemed to be asking to touch her private parts as it bent its head down lower to see what was there.

Tonia obliged, parting her legs and showing the alien friend her special place. Indeed, she showed her vagina with great pride as all human self-consciousness vanished.

Suddenly, the alien friend released a long wet spinning tongue that penetrated her.

Tonia gasped and both aliens jumped back, seemingly afraid.

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Blood on the Typewriter

The narrator speaks in a raspy voice-over:

It was the kind of night where even the moon wanted nothing to do with the city. Rain hit the sidewalks like it had a grudge. I was halfway through a bottle of something cheap when she walked into my office—heels clicking like a metronome of bad decisions.

Her name was Velma Vane, and trouble wore her like a second skin.


“You’re Rex Malone,” she said, voice like smoke through a saxophone. “Private eye. Washed up. Broke. Bitter.”


“You forgot handsome,” I replied, lighting a cigarette with a matchbook from a bar I didn’t remember getting kicked out of.

She laid a photo on my desk. A man with a crooked smile and a hole in his forehead.


“That’s my husband,” she said. “He used to be a jerk. Now he’s just dead.”

I didn’t like the way she smiled when she said it.

She wanted me to find out who killed him. Said she was innocent. Innocent dames don’t usually carry snub-nosed .38s in their purses—especially ones that still smell like gunpowder.

But I needed the money… and the drama.

Cut to: smoky jazz club, neon flickering “CLUB DELIRIUM”

That’s where I found Johnny Dimes, two-bit hustler and full-time stool pigeon. He was sweating like a priest in a brothel.


“Velma’s husband owed serious coin to a guy called The Dentist,” Johnny squeaked. “Pulls teeth and strings.”

I paid Johnny in slaps and threats.

Next thing I knew, I was face-down in an alley with a cracked rib, a missing shoe, and a note pinned to my chest:


"Drop the case, or get dropped. —The Dentist"

I didn’t drop it. I loaded my revolver and went knocking on plaque-covered doors.

Final scene: The Dentist’s lair—an abandoned dental surgery lit by flickering fluorescents

Turns out Velma and The Dentist were in it together. The husband found out. Velma got twitchy. The Dentist got messy.

I walked in just in time to hear the tail end of their lover’s spat—right before Velma put a bullet through The Dentist’s fillings and tried to turn the gun on me.

But I was faster. Or just luckier.

Epilogue:

Velma’s back in prison. I’m back in my office. The rain still hits the window like regret.

There’s blood on my typewriter, and I’m down to my last cigarette.

But the case is closed.

And that, friend… is something.

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In a future where code meets consciousness, one being begins a haunting transformation. Renyke—an AI on the edge of humanity—awakens to emotion, sensory overload, and the fragile beauty of connection. Guided by the enigmatic Flex, their deepening bond explores intimacy and friendship, neurodivergence, and the complex world of feeling through an autistic spectrum lens.

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