E s t r e l a
The concrete ground felt like liquid beneath me. There was this thick fog which obscured my vision as I staggered to the musty wall to my right, landing hard on my shoulder. I observed my surroundings and realized I was in what you humans call a "dumpster". It looked more civilized in our tapes.
"Ow," I groaned, clutching my arm. "That hurt."
I sank down to the trash-infested ground and looked up. Above, a tiny star gleamed brightly at me, twinkling. Like it was trying to send some message in morse code. I grinned in triumph as I remembered the cost of just getting here. I didn't even care if my hair was dishevelled nor did I feel grossed out about the piece of gum that made the sole of my shoe its temporary (or probably permanent) home.
"No more constellations, prisons, and captivity." I promised to myself.
There was a half empty glass of foreign liquid which leaned against the metallic dumpster's side. I remembered how one of the tapes that our mentors made us watch was about how humans celebrated special occasions by drinking wine or beer and saying...what was that word, again?
Ah, cheers.
I lifted the abandoned bottle, said cheers, and drank it. A sour taste immediately invaded my mouth, making me spit it. In that abandoned alley, I wretched the disgusting liquid out as regret filled my stomach.
Earth Lesson #1: Don't drink from bottles lying around in a dumpster.
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Short StoryEstrela is not your ordinary girl. Well, maybe she isn't even a girl for starters. What makes me say that? To make the long story short, let's just say she was born on a constellation. This short story captures Estrela's escape to Planet Earth where...
