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: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/01/12/mondays-finish-the-story-jan-12th-2015/