Short stories: Meeting an extraterrestrial

By admin On January 26th, 2010

Sometimes I look out the window of my apartment in the city and i think to myself does the world we live in is it some alien planet. Are we the real aliens? No one really looks the same I myself I’m 3 tons with blue green pink skin. My eyes are located where my ears used to be. As for my arms I have none. I’m typing this with my mind. Just yesterday I learned I have the power of drinking orange juice with one swallow. I know a few aliens myself I met several of them three weeks ago at a field hockey game. I don’t remember the score, all I can remember is the flashing lights in the sky. If you say you’ve met an extraterrestrial, I’ve probably was at the bar drinking my rum and coke seating across from you. I might be that guy who takes your order at McDonald’s, or the guy you cut off on the freeway. Now the real question should be when haven’t you met an extraterrestrial? Most people think that people who act weird are aliens, no my friends most of us are smart and usually work alone in labs hidden deep within the earth. Things not to say to an alien, do you come in peace, what to you eat, whats spaces like? First off was born here. My father and mother are from the 4th rock from the sun. Second I eat 5 bowls of corn flakes and third space is like earth except there is no air. No need to met extraterrestrial because they’ve been living amongst us for years.

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