Funday Times

The Shooting Star
By Wimanshi Wimalachandra
I stared at the sky. It's been almost an hour since we got here. Ricard my older brother was reading a book near the fire. I'm Michael. My brother and I love observing the sky, it's our hobby. We came to the woods near our house because there will be a shooting star tonight.

So we found a clearing and built our camp. "Put some sticks in the fire. It's almost out", ordered my brother. "This shooting star will never show up", he added. "I know", I replied while gathering sticks. "It was supposed to appear at 8.30 p.m., now it's almost 9.45. Maybe the news reporter reported the wrong time", I concluded.

"Yes, maybe, anyway we'll keep a good lookout", Ricard said. So I sat down on a piece of wood and kept a close watch. An owl hooted in the distance and I shivered. Something was not right. I looked at Ricard. He was half asleep. Suddenly, I thought I heard a low humming from somewhere far. It was kind of strange.

When I looked up I could see a tiny light in the distant sky, moving towards the woods. Maybe that's the shooting star. "Ricard, wake up it's the shooting star". I shook my brother. "Calm down Michael, I'm awake. Where is it?" he asked. "There, look". We watched it getting closer, then we realized that the humming noise was coming from it and it didn't have a tail like a shooting star. "Shooting stars don't hum, its' something else. Look, it's getting lower, its going to crash". Ricard sounded quite alarmed.

"Do you think it's a flying saucer?" I asked him. "Look out", he screamed. The flying object zoomed past us, really low. I glimpsed its shiny disk shaped surface with lots of lights. The next few minutes things happened fast.

The flying saucer landed behind a row of trees. "Let's take a look at it", I pleaded. "No way, let's go home". Ricard was shaking. I ran near the trees and tried to look. "Aah". I screamed. Something grabbed me from behind. I even didn't have a chance to look around.

I heard Ricard scream. My eyes were covered with a rough cloth. "Let me go", I screamed. Two strong slimy hands lifted me off the ground. I could hear voices, inhuman voices. The one who was carrying me spoke. "These humans are good for our experiments". Then another raspy voice replied "Yes".

My mind raced. Experiments, that means they are real aliens. Oh no! Ricard, where was he? "Ricard, where are you?" I struggled violently to get away. The alien who was carrying me was holding my hands tightly. I wriggled myself and kicked hard, and suddenly the alien loosened his grip and I fell. Thump, I landed, not on gravel but instead on a tiled floor. I blinked my eyes. I was in my room, fallen from bed and only having a dream.

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