Dee Jayne Walker.

Click here to read  All Parts . The journey was incredibly quick and the heat ray had not long done its worst to Horsell common before the ship finished its 3000 mile journey from England to the USA. Through the window/screen, it seemed as though the ship came to a sudden halt, over a car park in front of an impressive looking building  with a façade adorned with classical looking columns. Somehow this wasn't what I had expected somewhere called Lynchburg to look like. Truthfully my English preconceptions had an image of a small place  one step away from an old frontier town, full of stereotypical red-necks, and somewhat worried black faces. This actually looked quite genteel. It was at this point that I realised I was still in my dressing gown. I also realised I couldn't see Sinixat, then his head popped up from behind one of the numerous 'control panels' around the edge of the 'flight deck', which I suspected were as much for decoration as anything els...

A sneak preview of artwork from, The UFO in my Garden Part 5.

A stand alone version of artwork from The UFO in my Garden Part 4. ( So I don't break any group rules for the art groups I will now share this to:. ) Read the story and see other art work here,  Here. If you want to read the stories and see other artwork from them, click on the UFO tag above.

Click here to read  All Parts I awoke to alien sounds of hammering from the garden, but thought hurrying to the railway station to by the paper was too much effort. I Decided to slip into the daily routine of life, working eating sleeping, serenly as all mankind has for thousands of years. There was no real reason my life should change, just because there was a UFO in my garden. But in my garden the hammering and stirring went on as it had all night. I was worrying what interest this might attract from the neighbours. Not least Jamie, who had insatiable curiosity. It seemed the professor didn't sleep, especially when he had something to work on. I ate breakfast, and made myself a cup of strong coffee, before walking over to the UFO sipping as I went. The area under the spaceship with my flattened beans in it, was looking overgrown, the light was reaching it through the ships cloaking device, so it was all growing, it was just restricted in which directions it could grow. To m...

A sneak preview of artwork for, "The UFO in my Garden, Part 4.

I thought one of the images I produced for Part 3 of 'The UFO in my Garden' story needed a better background.  So here it is.

Click here to read  All Parts The next day I decided I had to just get on with life, though I had enjoyed the meals that Geraldine 'synthesised' in Snixat's ship, I felt the need to look after myself. For all the excitement of the previous day, having a real life UFO in my garden had turned out more like having a hippy squatting in my garden shed, rather than the blockbuster movie that I had imagined in my head. I left the house and locked the door behind me, turned around, and was confronted by Jamie from three doors up, who was leaning on his bike. "What you hiding in your garden?" he asked, with his usual admirably direct, but profoundly irritating manner. My immediate reaction was denial, but on past experience Jamie generally took a denial as confirmation. So I took a less direct approach, "What makes you think I'm hiding anything in my garden?" I asked, and started walking down the road to the corner shop. "You've had the sam...

A sneak preview of art from The UFO in my garden part 3. The Professor.   (Yes I know who it looks like.)

Geraldine desktop setting 37 (After Snixat changes the desktop)

Click here to read Part 1. I kind of expected an 'adventure' to begin almost immediately,  but despite his alien appearance Snixat, was for all practical purposes, a stoned hippy. And one fond of music. The Internet and YouTube particularly, proved to be a revelation for him. Especially the availability of sixties music, and he was working his way through almost every acts available catalogue. I was glad he had found YouTube before my album collection. I didn't have any confidence the CD's would survive the experience, let alone the vinyl. 9 days after I first knocked myself out, I entered the UFO through the disconcerting door in empty air. The garden is overlooked but there was line of sight of the doorway from only one window,  three doors up. Every other window was blocked by a tree, a fence, or my garden shed. I had hung our a sheet on the washing line to block the last remaining opportunity of seeing me dissappear into thin air. On this morning Snixat was ex...

The Hologram of Snixat's Ship Geraldine before he changes the desktop.

Click here to read  All Parts It landed in my garden. Although I didn't realize it was there at first. I just noticed from my window, that the beans I was growing and we're nearly ready to pick had been completely flattened. I had put my boots and gardening jacket on, gone out, picked up my spade and grumpily started to walk down and see if there was anything I could salvage. Cursing 11 year old Jamie from 3 doors up, because he was usually the one responsible for any trouble in our neighborhood. Then I walked into it.  And knocked myself clean out. When I woke up, it was a scene from a genuine alien abduction. Which I didn't believe in, so the next 10 minutes involved a good deal of conflict in, and reassessment of, my world view. I was on a  bed, a tube up my nose, something strapped to my arm. And a strange tall, grey skinned figure with a somewhat bulbous head, teardrop shaped, Jet Black shiny eyes, tiny upturned nose, narrow chin, and disconcertingly tiny mouth...