by Thithp of Blipp
Metal cylinder burn through world.
Fiery screams. Awe. Terror. Much death.
The hot thing stand on The Under. Then.
Open. Emerging, moving.
New sounds: ". . . and remove your helmets. . . Wow, this is fantastic; get a few
lungfuls of this atmosphere. . . Better
than Earthís. . . I could breathe this all day. . ."
Families. Friends. Mutilated. Gone.
We hope this story, translated by Andrew McCann, will be the first in a
series we will call "The Best Alien Fiction." Thithpís tale, considered a horror classic on
the Blipp homeworld, as well as many other planets, was "written" four standard-years
ago into the Blipp Collective Gas, soon after the chaos of First Contact. For this series,
"Noses" was translated directly from the Blipp Odor-Tongue using a specially configured
SonyIBM Universal Translator.
Next issue, we hope to present another chilling tale, this time from a writer on a newly
discovered world ó Riw in Sector IV. Excerpted from an 800-page novel by Ceh Ff of the
Soil People, this menacing story is titled, "Treads.")
and illustration copyright 1994 by Andrew G. McCann email@example.com
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