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The Taint
An unreleased short story from the book:
End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege
The sun hung low over the barren desert, casting long shadows across the quiet town of Odessa. The dusty streets, usually filled with the sound of distant conversations and the occasional car engine, were now eerily silent. There was something unnatural in the air ”something that set the hairs on the back of your neck on edge. It was as if the world had held its breath.
In the middle of the desert, Odessa had always been a place that prided itself on its isolation. Far from the hustle and bustle of the cities, it was a town that lived off its small community and quiet existence. But now, something was different—something was coming.
It started with the hum.
At first, no one noticed it. The sound was faint, like a distant engine or a low wind sweeping across the desert. But then, as the day wore on, the hum grew louder, more insistent. It was a deep, resonating frequency that seemed to reverberate in the bones of everyone who heard it.
And then, without warning, everything went silent.
All at once, the phones stopped ringing, the radios went dead, and the televisions flickered into nothingness. The power grid sputtered, and lights began to blink out one by one, until the entire town was plunged into darkness. The sound of the hum, now louder and more ominous, filled the vacuum left behind by the sudden disappearance of all noise. It wasn’t just a power outage. It was as if the world had been muted—trapped in an oppressive silence that no one could escape.
People spilled into the streets, looking up to see what was happening, but no one could communicate. The desperation began to set in. No one could make a phone call, no one could send a message. There were no answers. The town’s police force scrambled to find answers, trying to raise help through their radios, but nothing came through. The town was utterly cut off.
It was then that the first of the ships appeared.
At first, it was just a speck in the sky, a black shape hanging ominously in the bright blue expanse. But it grew larger with each passing second, until it dominated the sky, casting a deep, unnatural shadow over the town. The massive ship hovered without sound, suspended in mid-air as if gravity itself had been torn asunder. Its surface shimmered like oil in water, as if it were not entirely part of this reality. It was a shape that made no sense, an angular object with facets that seemed to shift as if it were constantly folding in on itself.
People screamed, but no one could hear them.
The ship began to release smaller craft, which descended like dark raindrops, scattering across the town in moments. The people in the streets were paralyzed with fear. They had no way of communicating, no way of asking for help. No phone lines worked. No one could broadcast a signal. There was nothing—only silence and the deafening hum that now seemed to pulse in rhythm with their heartbeats.
And then the aliens descended.
They came in waves, silent, methodical, and fast. They moved like shadows, their bodies cloaked in strange, shifting armor that absorbed the sunlight and left no clear form. Their movements were disorienting, like ripples in water, always just a split second ahead of human perception. They flowed through the streets, through the buildings, and people scattered in panic. But there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Their screams died in their throats before they could even be heard. It didn’t matter. The invaders already knew where they were.
And then the silence grew worse.
The invaders didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound. It wasn’t necessary. Their very presence was an assault on the senses. A silent command that made the survivors stop dead in their tracks, staring at them with wide, terrified eyes. There was no fight, no resistance that could be mounted against them. The people of Odessa had no power, no weapon, and nothing to defend themselves with. The invaders took control with an eerie calmness, moving through the town as if it was a simple task, their chilling presence stripping away the will to resist.
Sarah, one of the last remaining survivors, crouched in the corner of a small building, watching as the aliens moved past. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t call for help. She was trapped in her own mind, filled with a terror she could not escape. Every part of her screamed for action, but it was like being frozen in place, the sound of her own heartbeat all that could be heard in the void.
She could hear her own thoughts, but the silence outside—inside the world—was deafening. Her mind felt like it was unraveling under the pressure of the quiet, a never-ending hum that seemed to surround her like a blanket. It was unbearable, like an itch deep in her skull that she couldn’t scratch, a pressure building in her chest that had no release. Her eyes scanned the streets, but everything was blurred by the heat of panic, a haze of confusion and dread.
And then, in the distance, she saw it.
Another alien craft hovered just above the ground, sending beams of energy to the helpless humans trapped beneath it. The beams moved in slow, precise movements, disintegrating everything they touched, leaving nothing but ash in their wake. The aliens didn’t seem to care about the survivors—they were merely toys in a larger game. Their eyes, if you could even call them eyes, were as blank as the silence that surrounded them. And then, as if on cue, they turned, marching in unison toward the next target, leaving only the burnt remnants of humanity behind them.
No one could fight back.
As Sarah clung to the walls of the building, she realized that there would be no rescue. The world she knew was gone. The once-bustling streets of Odessa were now empty, save for the alien invaders who slowly turned the town into a barren wasteland. The survivors, once a proud community of people, were now the hunted—forced to cower in fear, waiting for their inevitable end.
There was nothing left to do but wait.
And as the silent storm raged around her, Sarah felt the last spark of defiance die in her heart.
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End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege
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Prepare yourself for a gripping journey into the darkest corners of the unknown with End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege. In this chilling collection of short stories, humanity faces the terrifying and relentless advance of extraterrestrial forces.
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