Short Story First Draft

My Alien Abduction

I was on my way to work on a Thursday in June. Work is one of those places that you do something for someone else, and they pay you money. Clearly, it was sunny, and I enjoyed the half hour drive through the countryside. The sound of the engine was pleasant to me, but I wanted some music. I turned the stereo to my CD, and the music of Elvis became apparent.

The road was on a hill, and the car made some effort to climb, so I reduced gear and gave it some life. The sound of the music became filtered by the noise of a jet plane that was apparently flying low, and it was loud. The racket of the jet plane was growing louder than my stereo music. The plane must be so low in the sky, so I looked around for it, but couldn’t see it anywhere. It was strange that I could still hear it, so I stopped my car on some grass and looked all around. I still couldn’t see the jet. I got out of my car. There was nothing in sight. The noise seemed to be coming from directly above my car. Watching the area, there was nothing to see. There didn’t appear to be anyone else around either. Only when I had looked for thirty seconds that I noticed a shape. It was not solid, but just an outline in the sky. I started to feel dizzy, so I looked down to the floor for a reference. Suddenly the grass and road were converted to a black and white image. I started to feel fear overtake my judgement. I grabbed for my car to hold my balance. My hands went through the car without feeling it. The white colour was becoming dominant in my vision. I couldn’t see my car any longer. My stomach was turned upside down, and I thought here comes my breakfast. Everything was white now, and I couldn’t see my own hands, feet or any body part. Gravity seemed to have been removed as my head was feeling full of blood, just like if you were upside down. I was wearing glasses, but not now. My stomach was becoming uncomfortable. I needed to vomit, just to end the stomach pain.

A spherical object appeared, and it was becoming larger and larger. A second sphere became visible too. The spheres approached together, and I began to hear a squeaky sound. It continued for nearly a minute, then it stopped.

I cleared my throat and spoke, “Hello, where am I? Who are you two? Why can’t I see anything else?”

The squeaking started again but was being transformed from the high-pitched squeak to a recognisable voice.

The aliens exclaimed, “We apologise. We have been receiving transmissions from this planet and analysed a lot of them. This language is English… Yes?”

“That is correct. Who are you, where are we and what’s this white colour?” I questioned.

The aliens stated, “Your English language has no known words to us that describe who we are and the form we take.”

I asked, “So, what you want? Am I the right person with which to speak?”

The aliens explained, “Oh dear Lord, apparently, the protocol for introductions is discussions and meetings.” There was a pause, and then they resumed, “We have a problem with this planet of yours, and wish to stop the transmissions.”

I stammered, “Oh crap, I’m definitely not the right person. You need to speak with leaders and scientists of our planet.” I was getting used to the white background and my stomach, although feeling rough I had it under control. The fear was still there, but I was now aware of the situation.

“The radio wave transmissions from this planet are interfering with the lifestyle on our planet, and we must rectify that situation.”

I frowned and took a deep breath and remarked, “How is it disrupting the life on your planet?”

The alien visitors continued, “We use electromagnetic frequencies for communication from individual to individual. This connection is being interrupted when the transmissions from your planet are received, and it makes general miscommunication likely.” The globes changed colour and turned a dark red. “We are being damaged by the projections from your planet, and it is an attack on our society. We must stop you from transmitting the omissions that affect our lifestyle. We may have to destroy this planet.”

I guess they were incredibly angry. Fear within me began to rise for myself and the planet Earth. “Alright, we need to get out of here and communicate with our leaders and scientists. I’m sure we can come to some joint agreement, and there is no need for any disruption on either of our planets, ok? Where is your planet?” I asked.

The aliens responded, “All we can give you is speed and distance travelled, as we cannot point to it or have knowledge of your own star charts. The concept of time requires the knowledge of how the electromagnetic waves are counted. You are a different life form we have encountered within this atmosphere. We tried to communicate, and we had to perform some tests on the number of electromagnetic cycles you could detect, both visually and audibly. Other life forms on this planet have different detection ranges.”

“Have you been speaking with animals?” My mind was thinking about communication with the rest of the life on this planet. What did they say?” I was getting half interested in their communication to other lifeforms and saving our planet. “Ok, distance. The only speed that is constant is light. Are you aware of that speed?”

Insisted the extra-terrestrials, “I certainly think so as light is an electromagnetic wave and we use it. But, you are only conscious of a narrow band, and we are capable of moving into the range in which you can identify us,”

“So, what percentage of electromagnetic wave speed did you travel, and how long was your journey?” It did feel ridiculous talking with two spheres inside an entirely white zone. So, I mentioned, “Are you able to exit your starship?”

“You are currently within our vessel, and we could alter its electromagnetic wave frequency so your lifeform may recognise our identity. We transported you to our starship and created an atmosphere that sustains your life,” explained the aliens.

I stammered, “So, if you move me outside again and follow me, I could take you to the people with which you should be talking.”

“Agreed, we will transport you and create the electromagnetic waves so we can continue to communicate with your limited frequency waveband.”

I was a little happier and replied “Alright, let’s go.” Once again, I was blinded by the whiteness of the experience. Gravity came back and so did the ground, my arms, legs and glasses. I looked around and still didn’t see their starship. Above my car, an object started to become visible. It was about the size of a watermelon. There was also a voice I could hear.”

“We would like to meet the supreme scientist of your planet—Doctor Sheldon Cooper,” the aliens requested.

“Doctor who?… Wait a minute, where did you hear that name?” I asked.

“The Doctor Sheldon Cooper was mentioned almost every time we analysed the waveform interference. It also appeared to contain a lot of scientific terms.”

“Do you also recognise the words—The Big Bang Theory?”

“Yes, that was all over the place on the electromagnetic interference.”

“Oh no, there will be a lot of explaining to be done,” I replied.


It’s only a first draft for all the science geeks, and I have a few hundred words spare and a week to play with it, and edit. There you go, that’s the genre. Any comments and suggestions would be helpful.

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