Dear readers, tonight with me is the chilling leader of an alien race.

She is the Superior Mother, leader of the secretive Women of the Grey. They live amongst us, unknown to humanity.

She is here with her assistant, to answer a few questions.


Tell us a little about where you grew up. What was it like there?

“It is understood among my kind that we do not question our leaders. Answers, my sweet, are earned. I hardly believe you have bothered to earn such information from me.”

With this Superior Mother sits back. There is a sense of cold in the air, almost like the first hint of autumn.

Did you have any favorite toys as a child? Any cherished memories?

Superior Mother learns in, seeming displeased.

“If I had known you were to ask my questions of such insolence I would have prepared myself to be entertained. Our kind does not play. We plan, we build, we watch, and when humans are busy with these toys you speak of, we strike. I do not understand how humans have thrived for so long, with concepts like toys.”

Superior Mother sits back, slowly shaking her head with the occasional tap of a ring on her index finger to the table.

What do you do now?

Superior Mother stands and walks over to a flower vase. She stands beside it and strokes a petal, and as she does this small ice vapors surround the flower and cascade down the vase.

“Dear boy, never concern yourself with what I do. It is much safer that way.”

What can you tell us about your latest adventure?

Sitting back down Superior Mother glances at her assistant who is watching her leader for the slightest cue to action.

Adventure, how trite. This is why my species has no males.”

What can you tell us about your catch-phrase, “We are all the same and none different”?

With this question Superior Mother seemed to sit straighter her eyes darting around the room.

“How would you, mere human, have any knowledge of the beliefs of my kind. Such questions make me believe you have spies among my women.”

Superior Mother looks at her assistant, waves her hand and the assistant leaves the room in a hurry. Superior Mother then jumps on the table. A small hiss escaping her lips with ice crystals forming all around the room.

“I will know who gave you such ideas that are now bouncing around that hollow head of yours.”

Superior Mother then takes her seat back, snapping her fingers.

What was the scariest thing in your adventures?

Superior Mother remains seated but cackles.. a laugh that is rehearsed and too tight.

“Ahhh cupcake… I fear nothing… I am to be feared.”  

What is the worst thing about being Superior Mother?

“To lead dear child, is to hurt. There is no joy in doing what must be done.”  

What is the best thing about it?

Superior Mother’s assistant steps back into the room.  She seems frazzled, sweaty. Superior Mother and her assistant look exactly the same, with the exception of the ring. Both women watch, not answering just glancing back and forth at each other.

Tell us a little about your friends.

Superior Mother places her ring finger on the table allowing an layer of ice to build on it watching the ice slowly grow thicker.

Friendship is a waste of patience and focus. Why would I bother with such things…”

The ice seems to start building and crawling about… Superior Mother smiles.

Any romantic involvement?

Superior Mother stands up again, stretches her arms, and then begins to pace the room not bothering to look at those present.

“I ask, my sweet human male, that you proceed with your questions quickly and without any warrant of frivolity. I crave to slice your throat. It is a measure of my superiority and patience that I have not done so already.”

Whom (or what) do you really hate?

“I dislike questions.”

What’s your favorite drink, color, and relaxing pastime?

“You human male assume that I relax.”

What does the future hold for you?

“Shall I blow more smoochies your way, love. I’ve had my fill of your questions.”

Superior Mother waves her hand to her assistant who bounces towards them.

Can you share a secret with us, which you’ve never told anyone else?

“Share, with you… Don’t be pathetic.”


Carol James Marshall is a new adult author that dabbles in science fiction and horror. Her series Women of the Grey is known to be dark, mysterious and engaging. Ms. Marshall is currently writing The Demon Dealer – an independent horror novel, and Stainless Steel – book three in the Women of the Grey series.

You can find Superior Mother, the leader of the Women of the Grey, on the pages of Starburst and its sequel Red Drug.

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