STUPID ALIENS

 

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Photo Copyright: Jean L. Hays

NOTE: For those who haven’t read my note on “Sunday Photo Fiction”, I’m back after taking a week’s vacation. Actually, I had a root canal with an abscess and the infection was no fun. The tooth had to be removed so I decided to take the time off while I healed. Pulling myself up 43 steps in our building with no lift was almost worse than the infection.

On a happier note, I recently was notified I’d won 2nd Place in a short story contest in an international publication, the free online “CQ Magazine”. On pages 55 and 56 the prize winners are announced. It’s a good magazine with interesting stories, articles, and artwork. My story and the other stories from the contest will be printed and published in the February 2017 edition. If anyone wants to see the magazine and list of winners, just look on Google Search for CQ Magazine and the article “Look at what’s inside CQ Magazine Articles on Calgary’s years…”. Click on the title, then on the cover of the Magazine shown and wait until a smaller version is shown. Clicking on that will bring up the November issue of the magazine. You can adjust the size. On the right side is an arrow to open the issue. You can flip to pages 55 and 56 to see the contest winners listed or to anything else interesting to you.

Here we are for another week. Today we’re outside an old store on Historic Route 66. We’re gathered here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Jean L Hays. Thanks, Jean.

To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/11/02/4-november-2016/

Genre: Humor Fantasy

Word Count: 100 Words

STUPID ALIENS by P.S. Joshi

In October of 1938, a small flying saucer scanned the surface of Earth.

“Pitsook,” said Hoptic, “I’m picking up a primitive Earth signal saying attacking aliens have landed from Mars. I thought you told me one time there are no beings on Mars. Just who could these aliens be? For all I know, we of Planet 65 are the sole scanners. I didn’t know any others were interested in Earth, let alone dumb enough to attack it.”

Pitsook thought a moment. “They must be really stupid. I mean what’s here to want? We other worlds are far ahead of them.”

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DIRK AND BIG BILL

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–September 11th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/09/11/sunday-photo-fiction-september-11th-2016/

Genre: Fantasy/Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

DIRK AND BIG BILL by P.S. Joshi

Dirk had always been a soldier. He couldn’t remember when he’d been anything else. When he wasn’t attacking something he was in the barracks. It was his life.

His Master Sergeant, Big Bill, was always there to direct him and the others. He was a hard man but fair. There was someone above him giving orders, but Dirk wasn’t sure who it was. The voice was loud, though, and Bill heeded it.

Every day was pretty much the same. Dirk wasn’t sure what they were fighting for but they always seemed to win. It seemed to be the point of it. They fought in a building and outside in the tall grass. If a man got left behind, Bill always went back for him. Dirk was glad. He would have hated to be separated from his friends.

There was that voice again. “Bill, how many times do I have to tell you to pick up your action figures? You know if your dad or I step on one of those in the dark we’ll really be upset. It hurts like the dickens. And don’t leave any in the yard. It would damage the lawn mower. Are you listening to me?”

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