The Sky Is Falling

Falling lights“Oh my God,” Sara said, sitting next to Todd on the sandy lake shore and looking up at the night sky. “I hate to sound like Chicken Little, but I think the sky is falling.”

“The only thing that’s falling,” Todd said, “is me for you.”

“Seriously, Todd,” Sara said, “I don’t know if you’re trying to butter me up, but I’m freaking out right now. Look at those lights or whatever they are. They seem to be dripping down from the sky. What is this?”

“This is love, Sara,” Todd said, “and all I can see right now is the reflection of my feelings for you in the deep blue pool of your eyes.”

“Todd, shut up. Now is not the time,” Sara said. “I don’t think you see the gravity of our situation. Something incredibly weird is happening here. I think we need to get out of here now!” Sara stood up, but Todd grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving.

“Go?” Todd said. “No way, Sara. All I can feel at this very moment is this electric current running through my body as we sit here together on the shore looking out on the glass-like surface of the lake and the exquisite light show in the sky above us. It makes me feel so heady.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sara said. “We don’t have time for me to list for you how inappropriate you’re being under the circumstances. Don’t you see what’s happening?”

“What’s happening is….”

Todd was interrupted by the sound of the huge extraterrestrial vehicle coming down from the night sky and alighting on the lake waters, churning them up enough to engulf the young couple.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Google Images. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (butter), Daily Addictions (pool), The Daily Spur (current), Word of the Day Challenge (glass), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (heady), and Your Daily Word Prompt (list).

Finish the Story — The Day the Lights Came – Part 2

573B722F-A1A7-408A-86FF-C2760EEEEBD1I have been tagged by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, to continue the story she started, “The Day the Lights Came.”

Here is how Teresa started the story:

It had been a warm early May day and the kids celebrated the first day of summer vacation down by the pond. The screen door slammed and sounds of muddy boots echoed through the kitchen. Helen and George chuckled. They remembered all the summer afternoons Levi spent frogging down at the pond before he moved away to the city. They loved having their grandsons, Junior and Max, in the house, but wished it had been under different circumstances.

Four feet sloshed up the wooden steps signaling it was all clear. Helen smiled and went into the kitchen. She picked up four socks, two wet t-shirts, and set them in the sink. George wandered in as she stuck her hand into the pocket of one set of jeans. Her face wrinkled and she giggled as she pulled out a small frog.

“Just like their dad.” George picked up the other pair and pulled out a lizard and two small rocks from one pocket and a frog from the other. “Exactly like their dad.”

Helen handed George her frog and wiped a tear from her eye. Levi had been gone three months and it was still hard to think about her little boy lying in his grave up on the hill.

George opened the back door, set the lizard down and watched him run off toward the woods. He looked at the frogs, trying to decide where to best leave them. As he looked toward the pond his mouth dropped. “What in good heavens!”

“George? George, what is it?”

George dropped the two frogs and looked into the sky.

“George!” Helen rushed to his side and was irked he made her worry by not responding. “What is –” She followed stare skyward and crossed herself. “In all my years … it’s not supposed to do that … the boys!”

George and Helen hurried upstairs and burst into the boys’ room without knocking. Before they could protest, George whipped out their backpacks and emptied them while Helen grabbed handfuls of clothes. It all happened so fast, neither boy could stop to think before they were dragged downstairs and out toward the storm shelter.

The air was warm and breezy, just as it had been all day.

“Grandpa,” Junior said. “Stop! What’s wrong!”

George handed Junior off to Helen and pointed to the sky as he opened the shelter door. “Look!”

Junior and Max looked up and smiled. “Whoa,” they said together.

“What is that,” Max asked.

George helped Helen down the steps, then looked into the sky again. “They look like the Northern Lights, but they can’t be. Now get in.”

Junior and Max saw the panic in his eyes and did as they were told without question.

Inside the family shelter, Junior and Max sat on one cot and watched as George cranked up the radio and tried to find the right station.

“Attention, listeners,” the voice said. “If you are hearing this, get to safety now. Reports are coming in from all over the world.”

Helen gasped and covered her mouth.

“Shh,” George said, hugging her.

“The lights in the sky,” the voice continued, “are not the Northern Lights. They are …”


And here’s my continuation:

“… as yet unidentifiable, but people are urged to take shelter inside their homes until the source of the phenomena has been identified.”

Meanwhile, at the NASA Johnson Space Center in Houston, the country’s best scientific minds were frantically trying to identify the source of the strange lights.

“Give me an update,” demanded the chief astrophysicist. “Is the source of these lights from Earth or is it extraterrestrial?”

“Our initial findings, sir,” one of the lead scientists said, “lead us to believe that these lights are extraterrestrial, but at this point, we don’t yet know the specific source nor the meaning of the lights. So far, the presence of the lights is causing a world-wide panic, but we can’t yet confirm or refute that there is any hostile intent.”

“I, for one,” a scientist said, “believe that the source of the lights is attempting to communicate with us. I am highly skeptical that there is an evil intent and I suggest that, until we make a definitive determination as to the source and meaning, we should not overreact and initiate any kind of hostile response.”

Another scientist jumped up and said, “Excuse me, but my team has just identified the source of the lights and determined their purpose.”

“And what did you find?” the chief scientist asked.


Okay, now is the time for me to tag another blogger to write part three. I’m going to ask Keith, at Keith’s Ramblings, to see if he wants to pick it up and run with it.