AN UNEXPECTED SIGHTING

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–November 20th, 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/2016/11/20/sunday-photo-fiction-november-20th-2016/

Genre: Humor/Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

AN UNEXPECTED SIGHTING by P.S. Joshi

Fay and Gloria lie on their backs in the field. It was a lovely day with a cool breeze and outsized puffy clouds floating across the sky.

“I love to make up pictures for the clouds,” said Gloria.

“Oh, so do I,” said Fay.

“There’s an elephant.” Fay pointed to a huge rounded cloud with a trunk-like extension at one end.

“And there’s a large flower.” Gloria pointed to a cloud with petal-like extensions.

“There’s a bear,” said Fay.

“There’s a house,” said Gloria.

“Oh my gosh,” shouted Fay. “There’s a flying saucer.”

“I don’t see a cloud resembling a flying saucer,” said Gloria squinting.

“No, I mean there’s really a flying saucer up there.” Fay pointed directly overhead.

“Oh, no, Flimtock. I think we’ve been spotted by an Earthling,” muttered Octock.

“I told those scientists and engineers on Picton 3 to double check the cloaker before we left. Let me try something not in the manual.”

Flimtock took a metal tool and gave the cloaker a good thump.

Immediately it jerked and began to function again.

“Oh, it’s disappeared and no one will believe us.” Fay was deeply disappointed.

“Good going, Flimtock.” Octock smiled as they spun silently ahead.

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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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LUNCH BREAK

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Photo Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my contribution this week to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, be sure to click first on the link given, and then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for all other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/10/05/mondays-finish-the-story-october-5th-2015/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 2+9+150=161 Words

LUNCH BREAK by P.S. Joshi

Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island. It wasn’t even a natural island.

Beneath a layer of earth and tropical plants was a building of super-resistant metal.

Within were scientists, with sensitive electronics, checking unidentified space chatter they suspected was from an alien vessel. This was thought to be signals from a mother ship giving instructions to the invading fleet.

In outer space, zooming toward Earth in a flying saucer, were two aliens who had accidentally left their transmitter open.

“Listen, Zictus, I’m getting tired of poctus legs. Check the cooler. I know there’s some doccin salad in there that my bonded female prepared. She also made some special strained piktie root.”

“Centis, I can’t help it if my bonded female can’t cook. I certainly don’t want to hear any more about what a good cook yours is. Use telltie sauce to disguise the taste. We may have to put up with far worse on Earth.”

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