First of all, before you read this, this is not a continuation of Shelly’s story. This is about… well… a conversation between aliens. Anyway, I hope you like it, because it’s basically an experiment to see how I like writing in this genre. Also, this is going to be mostly dialogue, like when you’re watching a TV show or reading a play script. At least, that’s what I was going for.

    “Hello, Snorkello.” One unearthly being says. “Hello, Norkloma.” Another one replies. “How is life on your planet of Yaratona?” Snorkello asks. “It is fine. Except for the fact that we are out of paranas, which are shrimp-like bugs that we eat, life is nice.” Norkloma says cheerfully. Snorkello makes a facial expression that is, I believe, equivalent to a human frown. “I thought you told me that paranas are mandatory to your success on planet Yaratona?” Norkloma laughs weirdly. I mean, they are an alien. “You must have mistranslated my language, because I would never say something of the sort. But enough about Yaratona, I want to hear how things have been going on planet Zentopolous.” Snorkello frowns even deeper. Actually, it looks more like a smile, because the corners of Snorkello’s mouth (At least, I think it’s their mouth,) turn up instead of down like humans. “Whatever, Zentopolous is doing wonderful. Our young are growing into fine adults, and our elderly are withering so that they can be reborn. Oop! That’s all the time we have now! Sorry, gotta go!”