Jenny Brown

“You fuckers!!” I scream. I look around for something to grab to protect myself with and the only thing that I can find within immediate arm’s reach makes my heart drop. A spork. A spork? Alright, a spork. I reach for the spork and hold on to it like it’s the deadliest weapon in the universe. And for a brief second, the alien actually looks a little taken aback. Like he’s unsure of what I’m holding and thinks it might actually be a deadly weapon. I’ll take it. “What? You’re afraid of a spork? That’s right, asshole! I’ll stab you to death with it and then scoop your heart out and eat it for dinner!”
― Mara Frost, Captured

“Good job, Big Blue, you’re an advanced alien race and you’ve just beaten a defenseless human woman. Take a bow.”
― Mara Frost, Captured

“I guess we’re pretty lucky that we can’t give each other alien STD’s or babies, huh?” And THAT, folks, is why I’m still single. I’d like to blame the fermented tree sap, but I think we all know that I just have a horrible case of foot-in-mouth disease. It might even be lethal.”
― Mara Frost, Saved

“It is there, where they burn books, that eventually they burn people.”
― Heinrich Heine