The First Day (part 3)

This is a duo story written, in parts, with my friend, and talented writer Frank Goacher. The authour of each part is stated in the headline.

The First Day; Part 3

By Mark A. West

My present form is human, but my real physical self is not explainable, if you saw me you would probably think we are god.

I have created many things. Because we was the first life to exist we was so bored and alone with myself with ‘no-experience’ that we started the initial good and evil concept and formed the powerful pure Good and pure Evil beings; the Resh’tar and the Telryx.

That is something I have always kept to myself. I have kept it from the Resh’tar, the Telryx and even from the four intelligent alien civilisations who asked me to help.

The four civilisations are all peaceful and despite their collective power, they are cowards. They call themselves the ‘galactic alliance’ because they all have the unified view that they want the Re’shtar and the Telryx, ‘great ones’, as they call them, to end the conflict. But they will not until one of them is destroyed. I know them too well.

The four civilisations consist of the humanoids, the insects, the plants, and the last is basically made up out of energy beings, gas beings, blobs, etc. This is just background knowledge; the cowards will have little bearing on this epic tale.

There is one puzzle that draws me to Earth. Although we created most things, we did not create humans… they happened ‘naturally’. Humans are a total mystery, even to me.

Also I can ‘see’ both good and evil, to an extent. I can ‘see’ their intentions and their minds. But humans, every single one of them, are not good or evil. I can see nothing of them. They are such an enigma, but they seem to have a lot in common with us.

I got up from the grass, held my hand out for Christina and we ran from the park and back to her place. There was no urgency. There was nothing to fear. I just wanted to show her what was going to happen next.

I turned on the TV, switched to the news and there it was. Sightings of the same craft we saw in the park were reported all around the world. Mostly, the disks were to the north and Triangles were to the south. The ‘great ones’ were swarming to this unique planet and I had no Idea why.

*At this point I would like to introduce a man who became a close and important friend of mine, Former General Nathan Dimach. He has always kept a remarkably detailed private diary, the edited parts of the diary I have been able to use for this story. The following excerpt happened at the morning of the events I have just told you.

The First Day (part 2)

This is a duo story written, in parts, with my friend, and talented writer Frank Goacher. The authour of each part is stated in the headline.

The First Day; Part 2
By Frank Goacher

Before I continue, I should tell you about myself. There are many things that are normal for me, and so I will discuss these as normal things. However, they may confuse others. There are many races in the Universe, but I am the only collective race. Because of this, those that know of me simply call me “The Collective”. Having a sense of humour, whenever I have visited a different planet, I try to keep the initials “T C”. Here I am Terrence Clayborn, ‘Terry’ for short. Humans love to shorten names.

Of course, I cannot explain too much. Individuals can never hope to understand a collective mind, let alone mine just as I cannot understand what it means to have only your own single memories and thoughts. Perhaps that is why I fall in love with special humans such as Christina so easily.

She usually eats a mint last thing at night in order to keep her breath fresh for the next morning.

This body is a kind of a psychic construct I formed so I can watch humanity’s development, as well as experience what it is to be human. As this body has no need for food or hygiene, I never need to eat a mint or make my breath fresh. So I don’t really know what it tastes like, except for the faint traces I find when I kiss her. I never know what she thinks, or what she likes, save for the snippets of information she decides to tell me. After thousands of years, I/we still find humans fascinating.

I have been on Earth for all this time because I was asked to watch over this new species by a galactic alliance, to determine if they will eventually be able to join that alliance, or if they will be a threat. It is something I have done many times before, but never have I been so puzzled.

Humans are the only species I have come across that kill their own kind for reasons other than food. Yet at the same time, they tend their wounded, and put themselves at risk to save others. Are they barbarians or saints? I cannot decide. They are too individualistic.

Humans could be the worst evil scourge of the galaxy, or they could be its greatest saviour. Only they should decide that. But should this war between the Resh’tar and the Telryx end in anything other than stalemate, they will not have the chance to evolve that choice naturally

The First Day

This is a duo story written, in part, with my friend, and talented writer Frank Goacher. The authour of each part is stated in the headline.

The First Day; Part 1
By Mark A. West

It was a beautiful day. The sun was bright, the clouds were white, and the sky was the bluest I have seen for a long time.

I lay with Christina on the grass looking up at the kites flown by a few children nearby. I had only been with her for a few months, but we were in love. She was beautiful, smart and had an excellent outlook on hers and everyone else’s life.

I knew she would die like all the rest, they never live long enough.

We were happy, the world was happy. Troubles seemed so far away on a day like that. We had made love that morning and we aimlessly talked while we toured the park.

I knew everything would soon change. I was watching the sky, like Christina did, but for another reason altogether. She must have guessed at my troubling thoughts.

"What's wrong? I hope I..." she tried to say but I stopped her with a gentle kiss.

"It is not you. There is something… coming... soon." I hesitantly told her.

She wanted to know what it was but I said she should just watch.

"Watch what?" she said. I pointed up.

We lay back down. I was watching the sky. Christina was watching me. Then it came, a sound
like a jet coming closer and closer, and then an aircraft that looked a bit like a stealth bomber
came into view. But I knew.

It came fast, a large black triangle, so black it looked like it was carved from coal; it drew the light towards it. The thing was so large and black that a short night came to the sunny midday summer. Then it was gone and daylight came instantly back.

Shortly after a trio of shinning silver disks followed the Black triangle, they emanated light, so much that the whole park was filled with white. Then they too were gone.

"You knew?" she said.

"I have always known." I wanted to tell her, wanted so much to tell her what she had always wanted to know and what I had kept from her; my Past. I could not lie to her, so I told her nothing, until that day. "I am not human."

"You're more human than anyone I have ever met"

"Exactly!” I told her that I did not originally come from Earth, but I have lived here for several thousand years.

"Which one of those space-ship things was yours?" She asked.

I told her that neither the black triangles nor the light-silver disks were mine and that I am a being from the Beginning*. “A silent war had been raging between the two Aliens for many centuries, but they fight for an even greater spoil of their war, which is this world and humans kind.”

Continued soon…

*I am the only one of my kind. I am not like DR Who. There has always been one body, one to watch, one to see, one to learn, and many to benefit. I am the only physical form of my race but there are many within me. We are a collective race.

Sci-fi Short-Short Story 1st

Nothing could stop them.

A 550 Short Story By
Mark A West

The entire world’s military might had failed. Even nuclear weapons were useless.

The armed forces did not give up. Secret weapons from Area 51 were also brought in to the fray and used against the monsters. But still, nothing worked.

I watched, as I was confident in the humans’ abilities. But they were dying. The invaders were winning. The humans were losing me.

Every time the invaders hit, they decimated a city. Every time they fired, they vaporised millions of people.

It was my turn. Belief in me was fading.

The Strange alien ships bombarded the city I was in with an advanced weapon that never seemed to miss. Everyone and everything turned to rubble and dust, except me.

I knew what they were. I knew why they were here.

They are genetically engineered life forms. They are a mistake. They annihilated their evil creators and came to claim this unique planet. These monsters believe that they are descended from Dinosaurs, and they want their planet back.

It is not theirs. It was never theirs. A lie was told to them.

I cleared away the dust and opened my eyes. I got to my feet and looked around. I saw a monster not too far away. It was staring at me.

I cleared my throat of the bitter dust and headed towards it.

It spoke in a language no human would understand, but I am no human.

“How did you survive?” It obviously did not expect an answer.

“You missed me.” I said to it, in its own language.

Startled, it said, “Who are you?”

“This is not your planet. It never was. If you leave, I could help you find another place. If you stay you will suffer the same death of those you have killed here today.”

It listened, and then it left using some sort of teleport beam, like from a Star trek episode.

I am an optimist, it is in my nature, and I wished that they had sense and were going to leave. I was wrong. I was frequently wrong about those who are infected with DESIRE, as they do not see sense.

They attacked and they “missed”. They tried and tried with all their weapons, but contrary to belief, I cannot die.

When they finally finished I waited and waited. I got bored of being watched by them, so I boldly demanded their leader to appear. He did.

“Who are you?” it said.

“You don’t you have me in you. You only have DESIRE.” I said, “Are you going to leave?”

“We will not! Who are you?” I could see its growing fear and puzzlement.

“I can help you if you give up DESIRE.”

“Who are you?” it said again.

The exchange went on for an hour. But I did not give up.

“Your entire race is here. You have two choices; all of you can die or I WILL help you the same way as I help humans.”

I could see that it believed me. They now had little part of me in them and a little less DESIRE.

“We will go.”

As the leader turned to leave I said, “Do you want the answer to your question?” It turned to face me and seemed to nod.

“I am HOPE.

God Visits; In the Bath!

This story was written for GCSE English, many years ago and rewritten from memory. (this story is still under edit, because of that fact)

God Visit; In the Bath!
A Short Story By
Mark A West

One of the worlds best known Writers, Andy Scothis had been working all night on his latest story. His hopes were that it would convert the perspective, of the rest of the religious minded people from around the world, into his popular ideal of a world without God.

Andy hated the Idea that a real God from any religion would let the world turn out the way it had done.

The influence of the church had declined since the 22nd century. Atheism was more widespread than ever, but there were still a few ‘Nuts’ about.

As he settled into a hot bath in his small, dark candle lit bathroom, after a long haul on his latest story, he again tried to understand the ‘Nuts'’ point of view. ‘If God did exist…’

“I DO.” A voice reverberated.

Andy opened his eyes and saw nothing but the steam swirling in the candlelight. “HELLO?” he said loudly at the closed door thinking his mother had come to his home, yet again, to interfere in his life.

“IT WAS ME, ANDREW FORD SCOTHIS.”

“Who?” Only his mother used his full name.

“YOUR NON-EXISTENT GOD. YOUR MOTHER IS NOT ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS.”

“God? Yeah sure! What about my mother?”

It began to take shape, the face in the steam. A face which moved and spoke.

“BELIEVE IN ME AND SPREAD MY WORD!” It said.

Andy had never taken drugs and he did not drink heavily and as, far as he knew, did not have a mental illness. Now he began to doubt if he was even awake. ‘ oh crap I’m gonna drown in the bath!’ he thought.

“THIS IS REAL! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAN BRING ME BACK TO THE PEOPLE.”

“If you are God why…”

“…DO I LET PEOPLE DIE AND SUFFER? I DO NOT LET THEM, THEY LET THEMSELVES.”

“Who crea-…” Andy tried to say.

“WHO CREATED ME? I WAS AT THE START OF TIME SO THERE IS NO 'BEFORE. YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND AS YOU LIVE IN TIME. I AM TIME.” Steam God said.

“OK. So...”

“MY SON? JESUS? YOU ARE ALL MY CHILDREN.” God interrupted again.

“That is really annoying! Could you stop doing that? You have still not convinced me you ARE God and not a dream or some kind of hallucination. You might be the ghost of Jeremy Beadle, playing a prank on me for all I know. You definitely look like him.”

The God did nothing, said nothing. Andy was beginning to believe for some reason. This was God or at least one of them. Now all he could think was, ‘Why me, why me?’

There was such a conflict within him. Part of him still did not believe and needed to not believe because of his reputation. Another part of him, now the greater part, wanted to help to do gods work. He did not know how, or where to begin. What was the world to believe when the foremost sceptic would announce a belief in the now ridiculed religions?

“THEY NEED TO. PEOPLE NEED IT AS YOU DO.” God said and added as it faded,
“IF ANY ONE CAN DO THIS YOU CAN. YOU CAN NOW MAKE A POSITIVE CHANGE.” Then it was then gone from sight.

Andy got out of the now cold water. 'How long have I been in this water?' he asked himself. He went straight to bed, still wet and fell asleep almost immediately.
The first thing Andy felt was wet sheets, he thought he had an accident, like he had when he was younger.

He recalled last night without doubt in what happened. He went to his computer. He immediately deleted his latest story and began to write a new one.