Short Stories-Creative Writing Class

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     Hey Everyone! So this story had to involve aliens from another planet and thats exactly what it does! So I hope you like the story: The First Plane to go to Space

               The three men sat waiting in silence, praying that their journey will end well and victorious. Smith kept tugging vigorously at his seat belt as if it could restrain his sudden clamminess. Johns and Bogey we in the cock pit staring out the little glass window waiting to take off.

                The new revolutionary airplane’s engine revved its engine to life. Johns and Bogey heard the watchers in the sky tower cheer and felt a sense of relief.

                “Ready?” Bogey yelled out over the engine to Smith in the back who was still fondling with his belt. He nodded, unsure of what Bogey actually said.

                ‘This is actually happening. We are going to space in just a few moments and there’s no turning back. No way out of it’ Smith thought, feeling his teeth clatter out of nerves.

                The plane went down the runway on Johns and Bogey’s command and slowly went into the air. Smith shut his eyes hoping that he wouldn’t get sick from the sudden movements and nerves that swelled up inside of him.

                As they soared into the sky, Smith was looking out the small double glassed window, nerves subsiding. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the edge of the earth come into view. He knew they were at the top of the troposphere and slowly rising above into the stratosphere. Bogey was laughing and waving his fists into the air when he knew all was good. Johns was laughing with disbelief into the headset to the people back at Earth.

                Getting the video camera from underneath his chair, Smith started recording their flight. He showed earth and all its clouds and mass then went to the overjoyed Bogey who was making faces at the camera laughing. Johns turned the plane to head back to port when something caught his eye.

                “Can someone please explain to me what that might be?” asked Johns, amusement out of his voice. Smith was about to tell him he could just be staring at the satellite but something told Smith it was no human constructed thing.

                Floating in the vast, blank, dark space was a piece of machine that Smith has never seen or heard of. It was made out of volcanic rock, it seemed, but moved with such a steadiness is was unexplainable. Although most of it was rock, there were metal attachments to the back and sides. Smith had no idea what this flying object could possibly be and it left the other two speechless.

                “What the . . . ?” Bogey began but left undone, obviously not knowing the ending to his own thought. Johns began murmuring words into the headphones back Earth when the planes power shut down. The lights, engine, headphones, even the little button lights went off.

                Smith could feel his dread and nerves bubble back up into him and looked to Johns and Bogey. Neither knew what to do.

                The men sat in silence as the vast machine went on in space. It slowly turned around and the other side, the space pilots could not see before, was present. 

                This other side held huge, red tinted, glass windows and had carvings in what appeared to be doodles or marking of some other life. The machine advance on the small airplane and glided past.

                The men couldn’t believe their eyes. Aliens or other life organisms that resembled humans stood on the other side of the glass. Smith looked out, mouth hung open in astonishment. Bogey and Johns seemed to be the same. It was weird to think that within 20 feet away, only separated by some glass and metal, stood real aliens.

                They had big, gorging red eyes and skin the color of lave. Their bodies were long and slender and they too had arms and legs like humans, Smith could see. They all had stitches upon their foreheads that resembled the same doodle like lettering.

                One lifted their hand and stared back at the plane. Bogey looked backed at the others making sure that he wasn’t imagining this. He looked back and lifted his hand to the window, signaling back. The alien nodded its stitched up head and unlike the slowness before zoomed past the plane in such a fast manner that the small jet descended back down to the troposphere.

                The electricity clicked back on and the men looked back at one another. Smith looked down at his hands and prayed that he left the camera on record; he did. Johns started pushing out words faster than he was before back to Earth. Bogey sat very still looking off into space feeling as if they could return.

                The ride back to port was fast and silenced. None of the men dared to speak of the event that just happened. Smith replayed the scene over and over and over again on the video tape until he noticed that the engine cut off and people was cheering on the ground outside the plane.

                The three walked off the plane still in a gaze. People rushed at them to pat them on the back and congratulate them on their journey. The news was going on and Smith could hear the news reporter talk to the camera about first airplane to go into space. The reporter pulled the three pilots aside for a quick interview and was quickly turned away when Smith handed over the video camera.

                The three walked off, still unsure what exactly happened on their flight to space.