Finding the Starship
This is an entry in Junior Dispatch’s alien short story contest. The effort earns the writer a free book from the York Emporium and a chance to win a $50 movie gift card and a $50 gift certificate from The York Emporium. The submission deadline was Aug. 1.
By Anabelle Pinci
Age 10, York Haven
One time in the future, there were smelly, slimely, but very friendly aliens that were just visiting earth.
They asked me, “We need a …” Their names are Bonny, Tonny, Conny, and Ponny.
I said to them, “Follow me.”
“Zit Zit.” It was Bonny’s phone or they call it in their language, the bleep blop.
So, now we are off to find the thing. Then out of nowhere there was a WOLF, wait a PACK OF WOLVES! “Run,” I said to the aliens, but they did not.
Then I thought of it … they do not understand me. But then Ponny gave me an alien translation book, so I said in alien talk, “Run!” (Plot, Plot!) And then they did what I said.
Artwork by Anabelle Pinci
They said, “Bleep Blop Blee.” That means “What are those?” I told them “Blop blee blo,” that means “wolves.”
We are almost there boys and girls! So you are probably asking, “What are they looking for?”
O.K. I will tell you; it … it … is a starship. The aliens had crashed and then the starship just flew off. So we are finding it. “Glee Blee Blee!” Oh we found it! We found it! So now they can go back home. Bonny, Tonny, Conny, and Ponny gave me a big hug and a ph … I mean a bleep blop.
“So bye aliens. I hope we meet again.”
But wait. The aliens can’t go in their starship. “Why?” you ask. Because there is a pack of mean, horrible, smelly and hungry alien wolves surrounding the starship!
“Plot Plot!” says Bonny.
But I say, “No.”
Guess what? They understand me! So we got sharp sticks and sliced the wolves’ legs. Then they all ran away, so now the aliens said bye and went home. — The End.
