This is my response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #133
The CCC challenge is open for everyone and asks for creative responses like flash-fic stories, poems, pictures, captions, and, and, and… check it out!
They appeared in our skies out of nowhere one day. Mothership in the middle surrounded by gliders, like a mother duck with her row of ducklings. That’s how they got their name: Ducks.
World leaders caved in, the cowards. It’s one Earth under Duck’s rule now. Mind you, the Ducks do let some humans govern, but only if the traitors meet the duckian ethical requirements.
The Ducks came because of our location in the galaxy. That’s where they profess ‘The Enemy’ will come to invade. Earth seems the perfect place to stop ‘The Enemy’ before they even start their offensive. People actually believe that. Sheep!
I say the Ducks must go. Earth is ours.
To make the sheep see the truth, the Ducks must look bad. That’s easy, they don’t care about our ‘insignificant human problems.’
I say let’s kill people. Blame it all on the Ducks. That’ll show them.