Argyria (A 200-Word Drabble)

So I’m dipping my toes into science fiction with Wattpad @sciencefiction’s challenge of writing a 200-word drabble (hence, a duoabble) that involves a teen-ager and an alien life form in 200 words, no more, no less.

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Dear Diary,

I made a new friend today.  Her name is Argyria, though I only named her that because her real name was too hard to pronounce it was ridiculous. Oh, and she’s got blue skin, like those people who spent too much time around silver, though I think it’s pretty awesome.  I call her Argy.

And she’s new. Her family arrived that one night the sky lit up and the whole world showed up in our little town to ask if we saw anything (we didn’t).  So when the lights disappeared, they did, too.  Anyway, everything’s back to normal in Nowhere Town. Population: 500.

Argy says, make that 501.

She’s all Goth, too, like me, and she wears the coolest all-black contact lenses that look way too real to be contacts, so not like the ones I wore for Halloween that sent me to the ER.  That’s what I get for buying cheap stuff online, so now I need to know where she buys hers from.

Oh, and she invited me to her house tonight for a welcome party for some Chosen One or something. It sure sounds pretty awesome and I can’t wait to check it out.  Laters.

We Are But Memory

“What an abyss of uncertainty whenever the mind feels that some part of it has strayed beyond its own borders; when it, the seeker, is at once the dark region through which it must go seeking, where all its equipment will avail it nothing.  Seek?  More than that:  create.  It is face to face with something which does not so far exist, to which it alone can give reality and substance, which it alone can bring into the light of day.”

Remembrance of Things Past, Marcel Proust

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We will all be a memory, everyone who is here
the past, the present, both coming together
long after we all disappear

So we cobble together whatever memories we can make,
with the ones we dearly love, even with the ones
whom we hate

And when the time passes us by, we are desperate to cling
to visions, feelings, and whatever else
that life can bring

remembering the ones who left us so long ago,
seeing them in our minds, filling our hearts
with the memories that we know,

remembrances of the past, even those unwritten
we shall be but memories tomorrow
to anyone who will listen.

Daily Prompt