The Alien

The Alien

                      by Henry "Dink" Winston Ball 

She honestly still couldn't believe it was still there. That hulking mass was still in her room as it hummed the tunes to songs that captured the beauties of humanity. It was fascinated with the music and videos that the internet provided in viewing the very  creative spirit of human beings. Occasionally, it would see something that would show the worst of that a man could do and it would look at her with those alien eyes that spoke without saying any words, even though she could hear it. The simplest of questions: “Why?” 

She would only answer with a painful look at the creature, knowing full well that her kind, despite its wonder of beauty and things beyond the scope of reality; was selfish one. A group of creatures that allows faith to cause death and difference allows hatred and ability to crucify all who think differently.

So the creature sits there as her heart beats for it, knowing that in its quest for self discovery, she was oddly falling for it. Not because this simple creature is learning what it means to be a human. She falls for it because it is trying to expand on such a simple and mundane concept. 

A random short blurb(I wouldn't even call it a story) I wrote for the Sondering Poetry blog I have been working on. I believe I was inspired to write this story on the idea on the idea of what it would be like to observe what an alien life form would think of us humans. Being able to see the good and the bad of us, what would that cause for a person. Would we feel pity that we don't live up to a standard, or we love the idea that we are looking at something that just wants to see us do better.