He breathes in the air, alien dust filling his unaccustomed lungs. The expedition sleeps tonight in a drunken stupor, their beer bottles scattered on the earth of dead hosts, oblivious to their intrusion on antiquity.1
But Spender knows. He knows the price that comes with building over an old world. He knows that, someday, they’ll be nothing but the same dead cities and graveyard bones. Chess-white spires may crumble, ancient songbooks may be lost. But Mars lives on. The red deserts let no one go.2
By morning, Spender will be no more. And the Last Martian will plan his revenge.
Author notes
Inspired by "—And the Moon Be Still as Bright", a short story from "The Martian Chronicles" by Ray Bradbury.
A contest entry
- Drabbles by tallblondie.
500 points, ended August 23, 2008, 34 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Very enjoyable, great job, I really liked it =DD keep up the good work!! Martians rock!! hehe, great job =DD
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Martian Chronicles!
I've heard of that. And I enjoyed it. It's really good. You really created a mood in the atmosphere for people who will read this!
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Oh i loved the Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradury... really I did. And you wrote so very interesting just like he did. Good job.


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Great words and idea made for a compelling atmosphere in this piece.
Thank you for your entry into "Drabbles" and good luck.




