By Rob Bleckly

The aliens beamed aboard every nation's head of state: kings, queens, presidents, prime ministers and chairpersons.

None of the invited heads around the alien conference table spoke.

"What is wrong with them," a confused alien asked?

The world below was in shock, palaces and parliaments coping with headless leaders.

By Mark Webb

Hunger twists and curls, smooth eucalyptus desires replaced with saltier yearnings.

Confusing circles move below, patterns that bewilder and blind.

Then the harsh syllables of prey.

"No I won't buy a Drop-Bear-O-Matic protective hat. I may have just landed but I'm no rube!".

Triumphantly anticipating satiation.