Start of a Short Story

I like to allude to my favorite songs and movies in stories, as I did in this one. I don’t know where this story is going, but I like how I started it. enjoy!

“Do you think there are really Starmen in the sky?”


“You know, Starmen.”

James glanced over at Raina, who was lying limp in overgrown grass, moist from the dew. Laying flat on her back, he noticed her protruding collar bones, one a bit distorted from a break that had happened when they were children. As well as her clavicle, graceful hipbones were noticeable in low waisted sweatpants. She worried him sometimes, not just in her questions, she always had odd questions that puzzled him, it was her appearance.

“Raina?” James said in a somewhat contorted voice. He hasn’t spoken much all day, and for the few negligible words he said, he felt as if he had to reteach his mouth to output them. It was familiar to laying idle for a day, then attempting to go for a run. Raina didn’t seem to notice.

“Yeah?”she said in a sedative manner.

“Starmen? Like aliens?”

“No, I mean Starmen.”

“Wh- what are Starmen?”

“Its not ‘what’ but ‘who’.” She said, providing emphasis on the ‘who’.

James chuckled silently, putting his hand to his temple. He slumped in his chair on the patio, and said nonchalantly, “Fine, who are starmen?” emphasizing the ‘who’ like she did.

“They watch us, wait for us. In the sky,” she said in a mix of monotone and enthusiasm. Sometimes, he was convinced, she was herself and alien. An alien from some distant planet engraved by beauty and innocence,


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