Alien Sundae? – (Aerials)
Part 10 of Aerials
(Picks up where Escape left off.
If you missed a part, find it here on its Table of Contents.)
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My roommate in college used to dip her fries into her ice cream. She also used to douse everything in a flood of hot sauce. I raised a fry and with a shrug, plunged it into the hot chocolate covered whipped cream sans hot sauce. I wasn’t a masochist yet despite recent events.
I just couldn’t catch a break. I’d been unemployed for less then 24 hours. I’d been canned because I didn’t see a star go nova. Some college professor had. Big deal. A series of unfortunate events had spiraled out of control since then landing me in a diner watching aliens hover about while they had a good long think about landing. I checked the screen but no, the craft held station above the roof of the UN building.
Maybe it had stalled. Maybe their landing gear had malfunctioned. Did alien space crafts have landing gears? Maybe they liked the view. Maybe they had no intention of landing at all. They were probably rolling on the floor laughing at the response to their fakeout.
I popped the fry into my mouth. Sweet, creamy chocolate met salty potato and I fell in love at first bite. My old roommate had been on to something all those years ago. Who knew?
An electronic shriek startled me; I gripped the tall glass my sundae had come in and felt the glass vibrate. White noise pumped out of the four tvs above the bar. A camera man zoomed in on the roof of the UN building as a wave of dissonance exploded from the space craft. Sound waves buffeted the security force, knocking them flat. A few unlucky officers back flipped off the roof. I cringed at the sight. Their screams drowned in the aural chaos issuing from the space ship.
Voices–snatches of prerecorded conversations overlapped the white noise, breaking through it like foam on the sea. My addiction for audio books kicked in. My brain, which had long ago compensated for my poor eyesight, started parsing the voices. As an audio learner, I had the advantage here. No code breaking necessary–in your ear, you foolish experts.
Aliens had almost landed and they had not chosen to discourse in mathematical equations. No X+Y=invasion. They’d choosen the medium we humans were most accustomed to hearing–snippets from audio books, movies, songs and tv programs.
“You are not alone. Something is out there. [Static] Intergalactic. Fade to black. Ride the Lightning. [Static] All that glitters is not gold. Into the black… Audible presents Crossover by…Stay on target. Men in black are coming… chase the rainbow…”
Aliens hover
over countdowns & sundaes,
blast cut-up voices.
Ro looked at me from across the table. She unclamped a hand from her ear and grabbed for her ice cream sundae tapping its way towards the edge and a nasty spill. Her old eyes were saucer wide and ringed with lines. Her lips shaped words but I shook my head in incomprehension. Lip reading wasn’t a skill I possessed. Until the noise level reduced, lipreading was the only method of communication available. That and gesturing which Ro tried next but charades had never been my strong suit. So I just stared at her unable to parse her gesticulating hands.
She shoved her sundae at me and I caught it with my free hand an instant before she slid out of the the booth. Patrons’ eyes had glued themselves to the tv screens and dragged their bodies into a tight huddle around the bar as if closer proximity to the device might break the deadlock. Wading into the crush, Ro pushed her way to the counter and the word mute flashed up on the screen as the noise cut out. She elbowed her way back to our booth and slid in.
“That’s better. A woman needs to be able to hear herself think.”
“Thanks,” I pushed Ro’s sundae across the scarred table and resumed my interrupted indulgence.
“Any idea what that nonsense meant?”
I shook my head.
“You still got your laptop right?”
I laid my spoon down and twisted so I could grab it off the seat next to me. “No charger though, so don’t run the battery down.”
Actually Ro had grabbed my laptop when the alien space craft had strafed our building making our gun happy neighbors get real friendly with their triggers. The charger’s absence was her fault. I didn’t mention that since Ro had dragged me clear of the snipers whose bullet hail to the aliens might have kicked off the invasion.
My laptop flipped open displaying that webpage with its countdown. Green numbers continued to tick down underneath that disturbing sonnet. 1s and 0s still tiled across and down the page forming an ugly frame. We watched as it ticked over to 9999.00 minutes.
Ro glanced at the tv screen over the heads of the other patrons, her look speculative. “You don’t think they intend to wait 9999 minutes until they land?”
I dragged a fry through chocolate ice cream and savored it. “9998.3 minutes now. But no, that doesn’t make sense.”
Ro considered that with a slow nod. “What if in 9998 minutes the cavalry arrives?”
I dropped my fry and stared at her. The counter ticked over to 9997 in my peripheral vision.
Outside a Poughkeepsie-bound Metro-North train clattered over the tracks interrupting my view of the Hudson River. It spirited people ignorant of countdowns and alien landings towards their destination. Did the folks on board know about the impending landing?
Maybe, cell service north of Tarrytown was patchy but there were pockets of good reception. That bit of normalcy grounded me; I used to take that train to work back when I had a job. Back when I thought aliens and ufos were as mythological as unicorns. Back when both were an impossibility. I dropped my head into my hands. Could the day get any worse?
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With intrigue I follow, pleased to come from Jacqueline’s party to here. 😇
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🙂 thanks for stopping by
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I’ll be back for more reading, and friendship😇
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Ooh chips and ice cream yum!
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Marvelous, Melinda!
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Thank you 🙂
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You know I agree with Dajena Aerials is my favorite too. You pace this story well. The last segment was rapid fire. This one slowed down to let your reader catch his breath. Great overall story pacing (especially since I read last weeks installment with this weeks).
Since my sci-fi manuscript “Paradox” is also about an alien invasion this story reall intrigues me. Great work.
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Thank you 🙂 You’ve mentioned your MS before. I thought it was about time travel. It’s so cool that it’s also about aliens. Good to know I am not the only blogger with aliens on the brain!
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The one i am currently working on is about time travel. The manuscript I am marketing to agents is about an alien invasion.
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How is the agent thing going?
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I have been busy sending out short storiesd and poems to contests and magazines in an attempt to have something on my author’s bio. I will start with the queries real soon. Thanks for asking.
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You’re welcome 🙂 I am interested in the process and I hope you receive some nibbles!
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Thanks. I will keep you updated. Hey, you haven’t posted anything the last couple of days. Everything okay?
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Yeah I’m ok, just disappointed. Views and visits declined into the single digits. Most of my blogger “friends” stopped coming around months ago except for you and and five others, whom I am very grateful to. According to the stats, what I write and post is not what the WP community wants to read. All my hard work has come to nothing and I’m having a hard time accepting that but the numbers don’t lie. Readers want the one thing I have no desire to write: poetry. I write fantasy fiction; it’s what I love. So I’ve switched back to working on my novels. I have a couple whose first drafts are almost done, namely the first 3 books of the Curse Breaker Saga: Enchanted, Faceted & Jousted. I have about half of book 4 (Trapped), book 7 (Pursued); three-quarters of book 11 (Protege) & 12 (Guardian). I have the first two books of the Lord of the Sea series too. I just need to rewrite the beginning of the first one.
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I am sorry to hear that. I too find that the stats drop when I post short stories. Then I write a poem and the stats jump. Now, I write poetry for my followers. But in my heart I am a novelist/screenwriter.
I have a question for you. Who are you following? Poets or novelists? I follow both. When I post short stories, the novelists will read and comment. Most poets will stay away. I always come across your sweet comments on poetry blogs and never on blogs about writing. Follow writers and you will get more interest, comments, and constructive criticism.
So, I don’t think the drop in stats is a commentary on your writing. Bloggers have so many blogs to follow, so reading time is short. Most people don’t want to read or have time for longer posts. So unfortunate for us, it is hard to get recognition for our work. That’s why I don’t even bother posting chapters or exerpts from screenplays or manuscripts.
Please keep me updated on what you decide to do with your blog. I can always introduce you to bloggers who read and comment on stories.
Be well.
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I follow some poet friends, writers of short fiction and longer reads. Less of the latter because I’ve had a hard time finding them. I joined a group on here aimed at novelists in hopes of meeting more novelists but so far that group (WANA) has proven to be a tough nut to crack. There’s not a whole lot of activity on their boards either.
I have a handful of dedicated readers who I feel badly about disappointing. I’d hoped to find some beta readers on here or advice from more established authors on where to go next. I tried to get out of the WP box and appeal to a wider audience through marketing, social media and Google Adwords but no luck there either. I will keep the blog. I loved producing the posts. I may go to a weekly schedule for it.
I didn’t realize I had missed a fiction post. I shall have to go back and look. I try to always catch those but I’m chronically short on time and sleep and so I could have missed it. I apologize.
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Maybe you just need to mix it up a little. One day poetry, another day a post from one of your books. Remember, you usually have two posts a day. Not everyone has the time to read. Maybe if you switch to one a day. That might work. I try to keep my fiction posts very short, because I know people are too lazy to read. The other thing, maybe you should consider not posting so many different stories. Just concentrate on one of the books. To not confuse your readers. Whatever you decide I am here to read your work.
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Thank you 🙂 Those are good ideas. Though I think I am done with writing poetry unless someone wants to do a collaboration. I have a hard time turning my to it; it’s a different mindset and I always feel like I could have written a 1000 words on a story in progress in the time it took me to compose one poem. Your fiction pieces are great. I would read longer ones 🙂
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You and I are willing to read longer pieces, but most people in blogworld won’t. That’s the reality. I understand your feeling about preferring to write your novel that spend time creating poetry. I recently decided to blog 3 days a week to spend more time with my work (which is my true priority) and it should be your too.
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I like that idea. Blog three days. Sounds like a workable solution. I have covers and all’s left is editing and deciding if I need to rewrite/cut anything and oh that layout thing.
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I saw that cover. It looks great.
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Thank you i spent a couple days on it
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Now you’ve got me thinking of dragging some potato chips in chocolate. Oh my! You’ve got so many nuts on fire lady. This is suspenseful.
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Thank you 🙂 it’s a fun story 🙂 chocolate covered potato chips are quite delicious 🙂
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Good Post,Thkns For Sharing
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Oh my!!! Can you please post some moooore? 😀 😀 😀
I can see YOU in this story, the audio book, the Hudson river and then I see myself on the beginning sentence!
The salt and the cream is a heavenly pair!! GEEEEZ!
The suspense you built is also engrossing, and.. I really want more! 😀 GEEZ!!!
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Thank you 🙂 I’m working on that more 🙂
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Haha! I am excited again for them! 😀 😀 😀
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Haven’t read the whole post first but that title! THAT TITLE! Geeeeeez! 😀 😀 😀
Okay, so I got to read first and stop my mouth from drooooling and looking for sundae! HAHA
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That’s why i laughed when i read your comment on lay week’s post. I had just made that sundae that you asked about 🙂
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Aerials is my favorite 🙂
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🙂 It’s a rather fun story and a bit of a challenge to write since it’s so far outside what I have written over the years.
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