There's a J In there… Somewhere!

A while ago, the topic for writers group was to write a story about an usual meeting. I imagined a meeting of an alien on Mars. This was my story:

I have always wanted to meet an alien. The books and movies make them sound awesome, travelling around space in their rocket ships and cool space suits.

Imagine my surprise when I stumbled across a spaceship that had crashed into one of the mountains near my home. At least, I assumed it was a spaceship as it was like nothing I had seen before.

It was white and silver. Bits had fallen off and it had crumpled into the ground. Sitting inside was the strangest thing I had ever seen.

There was a round ball, half white, half gold, on top of a squishy looking thing. Maybe a body? It wasn’t moving. I felt that something was wrong.

I made my way into the spaceship and towards what I hoped was my first alien contact. I was trying not to get too excited.

Once inside, I could see the alien was stuck. Thankfully, the alien spaceship was easy to pull apart. I lifted the alien and took it home with me. Maybe it could be fixed?

As I made my way down the mountain, I felt the alien move against my shoulder. I took it as a good sign. The alien wasn’t dead.

I entered my home and put the alien gently on the bed before removing my outer coat and returning to the alien.

Now, I wasn’t sure what to do. Could the alien breath our air? That wasn’t in any books or movies. If I removed even part of its suit, would that do irreparable damage? Should I get some help, or would that make the situation worse?

Would someone come and take the alien away? I quite liked the thought of having an alien as a pet, or even a friend.

I paced for a while, not knowing what to do. After all, the books and movies featuring aliens were fiction. To the best of my knowledge, no one had actually seen an alien – until now.

I turned around, only to find the bed was empty. The alien was gone. I rushed around before finding it clawing and banging on a wall. It was saying something, but I couldn’t quite understand. I tried to get its attention and communicate that I wanted to help. Instead of calming down, I only seemed to make things worse. It started clawing at the wall with even more determination.

I watched it for a few minutes, then shrugged. It was obviously trying to get out. I pushed a button to open the door. The alien saw the hole and bolted. What else was I to do but watch it go?

Silently, I wished it luck. I know that, even if it did find its way back to the spaceship, it was beyond repair. I was also quite sure that our land would be different to wherever it had come from.

I went back inside, kicking myself for not capturing an image, or some other proof that I had encountered an alien.

POV: a Martian when a human crash landed on Mars!

I hope you enjoyed this silly story. If you want to, have a go at the writing activity and let me know how you go. If you want to read more of my stories, my books are available here.