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The Gate – A Short Story

It came for her in the shower.

The quickening in her womb could not keep pace with the quickening of her heart as, her back against the wall, she felt him enter her.

Semen and water. Running down, down, and out. Down her thighs, down the drain, and out of her life.

Life…

This was how it started, she thought, saying nothing. Seeing nothing. One hand on her ever-expanding middle. The other against the back of his neck. Old habits die hard.

Determined to give as good as she got, she opened her eyes.

Lips puckered for kissing, her mouth expanded into a silent scream as, through the steam, she saw it.

He did not.

Screaming for a very different reason, he never felt the alien’s mouth enter the back of his skull and exit through his own.

“I love your big brain!” she said yesterday.

Today, she felt that big brain, and bits of little bone, hit her in the face, along with pieces of broken glass, as her headless husband dropped.

In shock, she ceased feeling the water against her skin. But she was all too aware of her water against her skin. Feeling the baby kick, she knew that more than a shower door had broken…

Wet and black, the alien’s tail slid up her leg, higher and higher, until it took the place of her husband’s penis.

Inexplicably thinking of her last meal, she imagined the alien lifting. Lifting her baby out of her womb like he was soup in a ladle.

But if the alien’s tail is a ladle, and my son is soup, I’m the tureen.

The ship’s tureen was made of metal.

Metal was strong.

And so was she.

Snatching a piece of broken glass off the floor, ignoring the pain as it dug into her palm, she become one with her husband one more time as, their blood mingling, she kicked off from the wall, aiming for the alien’s face.

Her aim was true.

Biting back a scream as the alien’s acid blood ran down her arm, she ran past it, slipping on the floor before she could get clear.

The baby!

The floor rushing to meet her, she threw out her hands, breaking her fall at the last second. Then she was out.

Naked and alone, the blood-red emergency lights were her guardian angels. Heed them, and she would find salvation.

The smack of her wet feet on metal echoed into the silence as she ran and ran and ran.

She ran until, doubling over to suck in breath, she swore that the only thing left inside her was, judging by a second kick, fighting to get out.

But: She now stood before the pearly gates.

Judgement Day.

Her hand leaving a red smear as she opened one and looked longingly at the other, she had enough time to wonder How long? before she did not have to wonder anymore.

Hot on her heels, it had come.

Inexorable. Not invincible.

As she proved as, careening past her in its blind, furious hunger, she pressed a button before its eyeless face saw the error of its ways, sealing it behind one pearly gate and in front of a second.

The second pearly gate opening, naked and alone is how the alien faced the cold vacuum of space as it was sucked out the airlock.

Her cry of joy froze in her throat, turning into a scream of pain as, sitting on the floor, she opened a third gate.

This gate had no pearls.

She was, after all, a modest woman.

Thank you for reading.

This short story was inspired by fellow blogger Soul Healing. Thank you for discussing Defiance with me. 🙂

Thank you, George R.R. Martin. The scene of the woman breaking her fall in order to protect her baby was inspired by a scene in A Game of Thrones where (SPOILER) Daenarys is attacked by Khal Drogo’s bloodriders while trying to save his life.

This short story is a different take on the shower scene in Alien: Covenant (2017).

Thank you, Ridley Scott, for the “Alien” series.

10-Word Story: Defiance

Tip disappearing between her legs, she moans a word: “Deeper…”

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This piece of writing was inspired by the shower scene in Alien: Covenant (2017):

Watching this scene, I thought: What if the woman didn’t just scream and die? What if she fought back and lived? How does she “fight back”? By taking away the alien’s capacity to terrorize her sexually.

I was worried about this piece. For a while, I put off writing it. The reason why is: I didn’t want to come across like I was glorifying rape or other horrible acts against women.

But the idea of a woman’s horror becoming her pleasure was enough to make me think What the heck. I’ll write down what I’m thinking and see what others think about it.

The Devil’s Daughter

When I was thirsty, Father filled my mouth with ashes.

When I was hungry, Father flayed Mother, serving me her skin on a silver platter.

When I was lonely, Father gave me Mother’s skull, to be with me always.

When I was sick, Father left me in a puddle of my own shit and vomit.

When I was cold, Father stripped me naked.

 

When I am pregnant, Father insists that he is my father, not the father.

When I choose to get an abortion, Father says “You’ll do it my way.”

 

Every child rebels.

I am no different.

 

Stepping into a circle drawn with blood, I add another bodily fluid to my father’s work.

Squatting, Father’s “precious” daughter pisses on Father’s “precious” circle.

 

Rising, I walk.

 

Holding Mother in my left hand, the fingers of my right hand probe my middle.

Then I know…

 

I am walking into a world that isn’t my own anymore.

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Thank you to the beautiful woman whose photo inspired this piece of writing.

Liking Your Body – What Does That Look Like?

What does it mean to “Like your body”?

If the picture below is anything to go by, to “Like your body” means to go naked. I can see why: When a person is naked, they are showing all that they are to the world. They are saying “This is me” without shame.

The naked body is inherently good, and we (human beings) were meant to be naked without shame:

God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.
~Genesis 1:31

And the man and his wife were both naked and were not ashamed.
~Genesis 2:25

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What Does It Mean To Be A “Wild Woman”?

Wild Women follow no religion, we follow the teachings of our ancestors and Nature is our temple. Nature is our Mother and teacher. Our sisters provide the strength we need, and the Goddess holds us within her heart. The Wild Woman follows nothing but her Wild Heart. 
~Shikoba

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Wild Women follow no religion…

In the Garden of Eden, there was no such thing as religion. There was no need. Because Eve walked side-by-side with her creator, able to talk about anything, anytime, as easily as you talk to a loved one who is lying in bed with you. It wasn’t until after the Fall that Eve had to find a new means of maintaining her relationship with her creator.

…we follow the teachings of our ancestors and Nature is our temple.

Before the Fall, Eve lived in Nature. Specifically, in a garden. A garden called “Eden.”

Regarding following “the teachings of our ancestors”:

“Everything must be fulfilled that is written about me in the Law of Moses, the Prophets and the Psalms.”
~Luke 24:4

I’m not implying that Jesus is a Wild Woman. He’s not a woman. But: He is wild:

Then the high priest tore his robes and said, “He has uttered blasphemy. What further witnesses do we need? You have now heard his blasphemy.”
~Matthew 26:65

I am saying that following the teachings of one’s ancestors — fulfilling (i.e., doing) what was written — was essential to Eve’s salvation.

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Nature is our Mother and teacher.

Question: What do a woman and a tree have in common?

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Our sisters provide the strength we need…

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…and the Goddess holds us within her heart.

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The Wild Woman follows nothing but her Wild Heart.

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He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart…
~Ecclesiastes 3:11