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It all started with a great big thud. It was the thuddiest thud she’d ever heard, everyone in her office jolting in unison, a dull and all consuming echo spreading over each desk, the wrinkle and clink of pens and cups scattering across the room.

“Is everyone alright?” She heard a man ask rather feebishly. She realised that like a typical damsel in distress, she had tightly placed one hand over each eye. Slowly, she lowered them to get a look at her new surroundings. Chaos. Strewn pieces of concrete lay where coworkers once sat peacefully, shattered glass dominated the floor like little hidden weapons ready to cut and tear. To her right, Javina, her black co-worker ,had been split in half!

Apart from a rather large shard now firmly embedded in her thigh, she had thankfully escaped unharmed. She took the piece of glass out and blood now oozed freely from the gash the glass had been hiding. A sharp wave of pain overcame her, crippling her into her chair and forcing her to let out a loud “Ooooooh!”.

“Javina?!” she heard a man scream out from the next room. She recognised the voice as being Javina’s boyfriend, Michael, and thinking it a slight turn on to be rescued from such a disaster, proceeded to adopt a rather husky, inner-city tone, much like Javina used to have.

“Michael, I’m stuck in here aint I?”. She cringed a little at how evil she’d become so quickly. Deciding that the way to hell was more a nosedive and less of a slow descent, she grabbed some black sut off the floor and covered herself in it in the hopes that Michael would mistake her for one of his own.

It worked. “Javina?? I thought I’d lost you forever babe!”

She was swirled off her feet and then thrown over Michael’s beefy black shoulder. She found it all rather amusing; him not noticing his girlfriend completely bisected by a high speed Dell monitor; her visible skin covered in what could possibly be the ashes of her dead co-workers. She let out a little laugh, “Hahahaha”

“Javina?? Why are you laughing, dis iz serious! Aliens are here aren’t they?”. This took her a little bit by shock. Aliens? I thought they were stuff of fiction.. she thought to herself, while also noticing that the vending machines had toppled over, spilling their contents on the ground offering an oasis for a well earned post-apocalyptic treat.

Suddenly Michael froze. “What is it my love?” ‘Javina’ said.

“They’re here!” Michael screamed!

He promptly dropped his alleged ‘one and only’ and ran out of the room crying. ‘Javina’ collected her thoughts and turned around. The aliens were meek. They were blue and bulbous, they looked a little bit like Yop Bottles with eyes and ears but no noses. Their lips replaced by some weird thin vertical slit, that vibrated visibly in a disturbingly ugly way. For all their meekness, these twerps had big guns that appeared to be glowing violet. I better not f**k these unless it gets me out of a serious bind later, she thought.

“Take me to your leader!” ‘Javina’ said with authority.

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Yeah I know this is awful but I didn't force you to read it so if you're not happy with that then buy an ice-cream to cheer yourself up. I think the moral behind this short story is that adversity is the key to embracing diversity. We should all cover ourselves in the charred remains of our colleagues sometimes, to know what it's like to live in their skin. Thank you and have a pleasant evening.