First Contact – Mondays Finish The Story

Photo by: Barbara Beacham

First Contact

Racing down into the atmosphere, the unidentified object crashed, leaving behind one heck of a huge crater and a plume of smoke that could be seen from miles around. Hunter Green raced towards the site, nearly crashing his old Jeep. He had to get there before the government arrived and covered everything up. After years of stalking Area 51 with no sightings, this was his big chance.

He arrived at the crater and stood ready to greet the gentle alien visitors. At least he hoped they were gentle.

An alien machine emerged from the steaming pit. The spindly walker soon noticed him and a vicious-looking barrel pointed Hunter’s way. It fired, and something struck him in the chest. Hunter howled and screamed, imagining alien eggs laid in his body. As he squirmed, the soft foam ball beside him opened and something brown oozed out.

Aboard the machine, Tiquilatta glared at Piwaqqi. “You see? He hates it. It’s probably poisoning him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, I do. As you can see, milk chocolate is NOT the universal peace offering!”
Every Monday, It’s time to finish the story. This week stories must begin with, “Racing down into the atmosphere, the unidentified object crashed, leaving behind one heck of a huge crater and a plume of smoke that could be seen from miles around.” How’s that for an invitation to write a first contact story? The media prompt is the picture above. This post is my answer to the challenge. Look here for more stories based upon the prompts:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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24 Responses to First Contact – Mondays Finish The Story

  1. John Yeo says:

    Brilliant ~ This made me laugh out loud ~ Interplanetary chocolate currency ~ 🙂

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  2. penshift says:

    Ah, culture shock. Ambiguous peace offerings coupled with inept delivery systems. That’s actually for more likely to happen then peace talks.

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    • EagleAye says:

      That’s what I think. We may not even recognize a peace offering when its delivered. We’ve definitely got to keep an open mind when encountering aliens. Thanks for stopping in! 🙂


  3. babso2you says:

    LOL! I guess the aliens have a sweet tooth too! Great story Eric! I was not expecting the blast of chocolate! 😀 Thank you for taking part in this week’s challenge! Stay tuned for the upcoming Mondays challenge! Be well! ^..^

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  4. draliman says:

    Milk chocolate would work for me, though for preference I’d rather have it handed to me than be shot by it. Funny story!

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  5. Oh Danny Boy says:

    Tiquitta and Piwaqqi? Seriously? You must have a special dictionary for unusual names.


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  6. Oh I dunno, they turn up in my backyard with chocolate they’ll be most welcome.

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  7. milliethom says:

    The milk chocolate blast is hilarious and so is your choice of names. I loved your take on the story.


  8. yarnspinnerr says:

    A real fun take on this one. Great job.

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  9. Hilarious, Eric. 😀 Aliens bearing chocolate in search of peace. They’re evidently very advanced.and should be welcomed with open arms. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne


    • EagleAye says:

      That’s what I’m thinking. Even though peaceful, their delivery still needs some work. Subsequent efforts went a little better when they actually “handed” the chocolate out, rather than firing it. 😉 Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks! 🙂


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