Frugnup: A Flash Fiction Story
Foxxfyrre being abducted by the Intergalactic Council of Eleven Elders Frugnup "Psst! Foxxfyrre, wake up," Frugnup’s voice echoed sharply inside my skull. I blinked into the dark, groggy and disoriented. "Okay, I heard you. Wait... I heard you in English." "Yes. My last probe of your mind taught me your language. I need your help." "With what?" A heavy silence followed. Then, my vision was hijacked. Flashes erupted across my mind—vivid, overwhelming images I couldn't comprehend. I saw surreal, impossible landscapes and towering, bioluminescent cityscapes where unknown intelligent species moved about their day. It was a rapid-fire, three-dimensional slideshow playing out on the back of my eyelids. "What am I seeing?" I thought back, panicking. "The data logs of the planet we call #Gk-~&*& 3@1nNe Frugnup replied. "In your tongue, it translates to Ancient Paradise. Your astronomers have not discover...
