Twittering Tales – Among Us.

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It was the largest telescope, built to find extra-terrestrial life.

A waste of money, in my humble opinion.

Why bother trying to find aliens, when they’d already found us?

They were already walking shoulder to shoulder among us, their kindred had infiltrated the White House.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:

Twittering Tales #157 – 8 October 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/14/kindred/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/14/rdp-monday-humble/

FOWC with Fandango — Shoulder

 

An encounter of a certain kind – Spin the Yarn Challenge.

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I was never one who believed in conspiracy theories or ghosts or other fantastical things. My mother always used to say “He’s got his head screwed on right, no flights of fancy from him”.

I never believed in those tales about Aliens coming to earth and living amongst us. I remember watching a documentary about how an Alien race had come to earth and taught three separate civilizations the same amazing innovations of farming, irrigation and monument building, namely the Mayans, the Han and the Egyptians. The programme was quite convincing, stating that how could three civilizations separated by thousands of miles, each develop similar methods of agriculture and tool use? The step pyramids in Meso America compared with early Pyramids from Egypt. Convincing, yet I failed to believe.

My scepticism came to an abrupt end last weekend. The almost full moon had shone brightly in the garden as I went out to my chicken run to make sure my girls were OK.

I have a habit of checking on them before I go to bed. I’m sure the neighbours think I’m absolutely mad when they hear me saying “Good night girls, sleep tight” to my hens.

This time, as I glanced up at the moon, I saw something shoot across the sky. I blinked, thinking it might have been an aeroplane. I caught a glimpse of it again. It was a circular shape with flashing lights that passed across the sky then suddenly stopped and hovered overhead. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was it some trickery caused by a cloud? I ran inside to get my digital camera but before I got to the end of the path a bright light surrounded me and seem to trap me in its beam. I have very little memory of what happened next. I’m sure I was probed with a surgical implement or two and recall a bulbous-headed figure with huge red eyes staring at me as I lay on a bench. It is all rather hazy until I woke up, lying in my chicken run, with one of my hens sitting next to me, pecking gently at the collar of my pyjama top.

I know we are not alone in the universe now, somewhere out there is an alien with my DNA in a test tube.

***

“How Credible or Creative do you find my tale – please score me out of 10.”

This story was written for Rory, A Guy Called Bloke’s Spin the Yarn Challenge:

Spin The Yarn – Say What?? Get Outa Here!

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/rdp-friday-tool/

FOWC with Fandango — Trickery

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/your-daily-word-prompt-implement-april-19-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/moon/

 

 

A DNA Disclosure – A Genre Challenge Story

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has set a Genre Challenge to write something in a particular genre. Click on the link to her post below:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/genre-writing-challenge-20/

Todays Genre is: Medical Mystery 

Here is my FICTIONAL story:

 

I was never sure of my identity. I grew up in an orphanage never knowing who my parents were, or if I had any family out there. It made me feel extremely lonely. Like I was the only one of my kind, on a planet full of aliens.

Gradually, I managed to make a way in the world. I excelled at school and college, even doing so well as to get a scholarship to attend a very prestigious university. Always people said how great it was that I had overcome such hardship in my life. In some ways, I had an advantage. No one else tried to force me to be someone they thought I should be. I didn’t have to follow in someone else’s footsteps or live the life that someone had wanted for themselves. I didn’t feel I had to constantly please someone else, I had only myself to live up to and only myself to please.

It was years later, I began to wonder again about where I had come from, what my roots were. Did I have any relatives alive out there? I didn’t really want to meet them. It would feel weird running up to them saying, “Hi. I’m your distant cousin, let’s pretend to be very close friends even though we actually know nothing about each other.”

Genetic science had come on leaps and bounds in the last few years, the human genome had been mapped entirely and DNA tests had become a bit of a fad. Everyone was doing it and finding out that they had 3% Neanderthal in their DNA or were distantly related to the British Royal Family.

I decided to buy a pack and find out more about myself. I spat into the tube and posted it off. It felt a bit strange sending some spit in the mail. It just seemed wrong to send bodily fluids in the post.

I was expecting to receive a pack giving me my results but instead, I received an invitation from DNA Science Laboratories in L.A all expenses paid.

It seemed too good to be true, but I hadn’t had a holiday in years and I’d never been to the States so I thought “What the hell, why not?”

I was greeted at the airport by a bored looking chauffeur holding a card with my name on it, spelt all wrong, of course, and before I knew it we were speeding across L.A to the headquarters of the DNA Science Laboratories.

When I walked into the meeting room, I was astounded to find myself in front of an assemblage of distinguished looking scientists all seated around a large table.

A man at the head of the table stood up.

“Ah, Welcome Mr Berkshire”

I couldn’t help cringing as he mispronounced my name, like all Yanks. I was named after the County the Orphanage was in, Berkshire was pronounced Bark, like a dog, not Berk to rhyme with quirk. It was a common mistake, as was spelling the name Barkshire, instead of Berkshire.

The man continued. “Please take a seat. You must be thirsty after your long trip. Have some water. I wanted to thank you for coming all this way. It’s really exciting to meet you. Your DNA is the most impressive I have ever seen.”

He sounded impressed too. All the other scientists around the table were leaning forward looking at me like I had come first prize at a freak show. I reached over and poured out a glass of water from the jug in front of me and drank it down in one go.

“look, I just wanted to find out a little about where my family had come from. I’m an orphan and so didn’t know anything about my background.”

“I see. Yes, that would explain why you sent us your DNA so willingly. If you’d known, you would have remained hidden.”

There was something about the way he said that, that I didn’t like. I stood up but then my head started spinning. I remember feeling delirious and fuzzy headed, then there was just darkness.

***

I came to, blinking at the light flooding my eyes. I was lying on a hospital bed, I could feel my body covered in wires, linked to a monitor going bleep at regular intervals.

As I looked down at my naked body, I was shocked to see all my veins and arteries marked out in a fine tracery of red and blue.

“Mr Berkshire. It is nice to have you back with us.” The annoying patronising voice was familiar and seemed to come from everywhere.

“Please don’t alarm yourself. You had a seizure but we have stabilised your condition, but I wouldn’t advise trying to move right now.”

I hadn’t realised I had sat up in the bed, shooting pain ran through my body from head to toe and I collapsed back into the pillow.

“That’s better Mr Berkshire, just rest. Your DNA was exceptionally interesting. It proved something that government scientists had only speculated about. Many people have unusual DNA. Some people have small percentages of DNA from Neanderthal or other primitive races, but you have 25% DNA from something that is not human at all.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I found myself unable to speak.

“Back in 1947, Mr Berkshire, something happened at Roswell in New Mexico. The Government has tried very hard to keep exactly what happened a secret. My father was the chief scientist involved at the time. An Alien creature was discovered and an autopsy was carried out, but there has always been some conjecture that this alien had had a human companion. Someone who had tried to keep him hidden from the authorities. The Alien had been very distressed when he was caught and kept calling out a name, Marianne, over and over. It was speculated that he had possibly formed an attachment to this Marianne. Your DNA shows that this did indeed occur. This Alien was your Grandfather, Mr Berkshire. Now, I’m afraid that we cannot allow this information to get out. You are living proof that there was an Alien incursion. We cannot allow that. Goodbye Mr Berkshire.”

I felt a fluid being injected into my veins and my body exploded in pain.

 

The End.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/March/2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/identity/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/rdp-saturday-tracery/

FOWC with Fandango — Delirious

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/your-daily-word-prompt-assemblage-march-23-2019/

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/lonely/

 

 

The Empathy of Aliens – A multiple Word Prompt Story.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/three-things-challenge-4-july-2018/

Declaration, freedom, fireworks

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/your-daily-word-prompt-mellifluous-july-4th-2018/

Celebrate

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/independence-2/

Independence

FOWC with Fandango — Fireworks

Fireworks

The Empathy of Aliens

‘When did it all go wrong?’ General Anderson asked herself. 

‘We started off trying to defend our freedom and independence but somehow along the way we have lost ourselves.’

She didn’t voice those concerns out loud. She was sitting at a desk and opposite her was a representative of the enemy. This alien species that had come from nowhere to take over the earth, or reclaim it, so they said. They were tall and willowy with huge heads and pointed craniums. They claimed to have come to earth 6000 years before and had taught the earthlings about agriculture, farming, irrigation and how to build great monuments. They claimed to have taught the Mayans, the Egyptians and other ancient civilisations all their secrets. 

Continue reading The Empathy of Aliens – A multiple Word Prompt Story.