The Trouble with Earth Girls

Originally Written 4/6/2019


Margot is nervous as she enters the plain white room of the dentist's office. It smells like chemicals and mint, and a chair sits in the middle of the room beckoning the young twenty-four-year-old girl toward it in an eerie way. Her long locks bounce around as the nurse ushers her in. Margot shoots her a look with her honey-brown eyes, furious she had to be here and blaming the poor, smiling nurse for it. 


The slender frame of the pale-faced femme slid into the slightly reclined seat of the dental chair. The thick leather of it squeaking under her petite form. 

“Dr. Malcom will be in to see you shortly,” the nurse says, exiting out of the room with a click of the door.

Margot pushes her head back against the cushion that was supposed to make this necessary dental torture more bearable. Though for Margot it is of little comfort. She sits counting the tiles on the ceiling for what feels like forever. Every now and again, her golden-hued eyes drift to the various implements of both a sadist and a dentist. Though is there really so much distinction? At least that's what the auburn-haired beauty thought as she lay there waiting.

Staring idly at the blue, zig-zag patterned wallpaper, she notices something peculiar. A beam of white light flashes for an instant against the wall and she sits straight up, her spine rigid. She turns her head with a whirl of long hair in her freckled face.

She brushes the hair away just as the door opens wide and in it, three shadows stand. She holds up her arm to shield herself from the light and as it fades she lowers it. Her eyes focusing first on the images behind the shadows. The staff and other patients all stood frozen, as though time had stopped and Margot processes this fact with widening eyes. The middle of the two shadows steps forward into the fluorescent light of the dentist’s office.


The creature is tall, with translucent skin that allows a small view of veins just beneath his skin, magenta in color. His face is long but humanoid. Two large eyes like an overgrown lizard, peers at Margot, gentle in nature as he extends a hand toward her “We’ve come to mate with you, so that you may carry our superior-”


“Wait!” Margot’s eyes are wide as she stares at him and quickly comprehends what they intend for her “I don’t know what you’ve heard,” She says in a stubborn fashion “But Earth girls are not easy.” She throws the being a glare.


“You are one of the forty-two women across the galaxy we have chosen for such an endeavor. You are the only one to deny this privilege.” He looks alarmed at her protest and shakes his head, his eyes large and pleading.

“You’ve been with forty-two other women?” Margot looks flabbergasted at such a thing. Holding her hand to her heart like a woman in church clutching her pearls. “No thank you,” She says turning away and folding her arms, her nose in the air.

“But we-” he begins again and Margot cuts him off again.

“Do you even support these children? Are you paying for their day-to-day expenses? I don’t see any here with you” she looks behind him before narrowing her eyes on his “So I’m assuming no “Take your child to work day” either.” She whips her head back around to stare at the wall. “Nope! I’m not being an incubator for you.” She states flatly “I just came in to get a crown on my tooth, not be accosted by space-faring, dead beat dads. And don’t try anything either because I’ve got pepper spray” she holds her purse like it’s a shield.


The creatures look at each other, at a loss for what to do or say. The one on the left shakes his head and states in a monotoned voice. 


“It is your choice, we cannot force you.” he looks to the one on the right who steps forward behind Margot. 


She turns around in time to say “And another thing I don’t think it’s very proper for-” before a needle is stuck into her neck.


She wakes up hours later, in her quilt-filled house. That smells of cat and frozen T.V. dinners. Her tooth and neck are sore and all she can remember is someone talking about the trouble with Earth girls. What a strange dream, she thinks.

T.J. Starling

“Writer and Digital designer. I enjoy all forms of media, reading, art, writing, making people smile, and doing what I can to brighten the world just a little bit.

I just wanna kiss the world. 💋”

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