NOSES

by Thithp of Blipp
 

Metal cylinder burn through world. Fiery screams. Awe. Terror. Much death.
 

Silence.
 

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 Earth’s. . . I could breathe this all day. . ."
 

Families. Friends. Mutilated. Gone.  
 

(Editor’s Note: We hope this story, translated by Andrew McCann, will be the first in a
series we will call "The Best Alien Fiction." Thithp’s 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 — Riw in Sector IV. Excerpted from an 800-page novel by Ceh Ff of the
Soil People, this menacing story is titled, "Treads.")
 

Story and illustration copyright 1994 by Andrew G. McCann planetmag@aol.com
 

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