From a far off galaxy, the flying saucer burned through earth’s atmosphere and spiraled down through clouds and blue sky until it glanced off Oakville’s water tower. Careening wildly, it skidded across highway forty-five and rolled into the ditch like a thrown hubcap, eventually coming to rest against an empty KFC bucket. Moments later, a small door opened and two little green men staggered out. As soon as they got their footing and straightened their tiny helmets, they began scurrying about, looking inside Coke bottles, oil cans, and beneath gum wrappers.
“Hoi, Whizzerbizkit!”
“Whats izit, Dogbik?”
“What’s we looking for?
“Little wimin, you fool!”
I like this. The wizbit made me remember Mork and Mindy.
Thank you.
I enjoyed this science fiction story
Thank you.
Phenomenally penned, Sam. Great write, fantastic imagery my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks a lot, Damian.
Fantastic, Samuel.
Thanks, Thomas.
Well, I would say you have outdone yourself, Sam — but obviously, you haven’t. A good bit of fun, though. Worthy of a series? Only 14,089 more chapters and you’d have a book, one that would fit in one of those tiny saucers. Keep up the good work, Sam.
Thanks. I’m working on chapter II right now–Dogbik confronts a gas pump and says “take me to your leader”