W4: "An Alien Has Landed in My Backyard"

I have a small dream—to become a drawer. Ever since I was a child, I found comfort in expressing myself through lines and colours. When words failed me, my drawings spoke for me. I never imagined that my passion for drawing would one day help me communicate with something beyond this world.

It happened on a quiet night. The air was still, the sky blanketed with stars, and I was lost in my sketches when a strange noise echoed outside. A low, vibrating hum, followed by a soft crash. My heart pounded as I grabbed a flashlight and stepped cautiously into my backyard.

There, amid the crushed grass and disturbed soil, stood a creature unlike anything I had ever seen. It was tall but not menacing, its skin shimmering like liquid silver, shifting colors under the moonlight. Its large, round eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the curiosity and fear it felt. Two elongated fingers twitched on each hand, and its body seemed almost weightless, as if it floated just above the ground.

The creature let out a series of clicking sounds, tilting its head at me. It was lost, scared, and desperate to communicate. But we didn’t speak the same language. As I stood there, uncertain of what to do, my gaze fell to the sketchbook in my hand. An idea struck me.

Slowly, I crouched and sketched a simple drawing of a house, then pointed at my own. The creature’s eyes flickered with recognition. It understood. Excited, I drew a stick figure and pointed at myself. Then, with a questioning look, I handed it the pencil.

The creature hesitated before taking it between its long fingers. It moved with surprising precision, sketching a shape that resembled a towering city with floating orbs above it. My breath caught—this was its home.

We continued communicating through drawings, sharing fragments of our worlds. I learned that its name was Zzapzzap, and it had crashed here by accident. It was afraid of being found, knowing that humans might not welcome it with open arms.

For days, I kept Zzapzzap hidden, bringing it food and learning more about its abilities. It could slightly alter its appearance, blending with surroundings, and had a strange connection with energy, able to make objects hover briefly. Despite its otherworldly nature, Zzapzzap was kind, curious, and eager to learn about Earth.

But secrets are hard to keep.

One evening, as I returned from school, I saw flashing red and blue lights reflecting off my windows. My stomach twisted. I rushed inside to find scientists and military officers swarming my backyard. And in the center of it all, restrained and surrounded by armed guards, was Zzapzzap. Its shimmering skin had dulled, its glow flickering weakly.

“They think it’s dangerous,” one of the scientists muttered. “It could grow, evolve, become a threat.”

I wanted to scream. Zzapzzap wasn’t a threat! It was scared, alone, and misunderstood. I ran to them, pleading, “It’s not dangerous! It’s just lost! You don’t have to do this!”

The officers ignored me, loading Zzapzzap into a secured vehicle. It turned to me with those glowing eyes, and for the first time, I saw sorrow in them. It raised one hand, struggling against its restraints, and traced an invisible shape in the air—a farewell.

I spent the following days searching for answers, but the government silenced every trace of Zzapzzap’s existence. Then, one night, a familiar soft hum filled the air. My heart leaped as I rushed outside.

A beam of light cut through the darkness, and in its glow stood Zzapzzap. It had escaped. But it wasn’t here to stay.

“If I stay, they will never stop watching you,” the message formed in my mind. “You will never be free.”

I clenched my fists, my heart aching. “But what about you?”

Zzapzzap tilted its head. “I will be safe. But you must be, too.”

Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. I wanted to be selfish, to beg it to stay. But I knew the truth—humans weren’t ready to accept something so different.

With one last pulse of light, Zzapzzap stepped back into the beam. Its body shimmered and dissolved into the air.

“Thank you,” it conveyed in its final message. “I will remember.”

And then, it was gone.

The world moved on as if nothing had happened, but I carried the truth with me in every drawing—a reminder of a friend the world refused to understand.


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