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  • June 19, 2017

WEP: Bridge Of The World

Hank snatched a medallion as the lights flicked on and a shotgun barrel was pressed against his head. He eyed the rich coot through his ski mask, the man’s gruff exterior letting him know that he meant business.

“Another thief. If I had a nickel.” He yanked the medallion from Hank’s hand and held it up to the light. “This thing? You aren’t even a good thief. Just something I got from one of my ex-wives. Ohhhh. So that money whore sent you, huh?”

Hank swatted the gun away from his head and rolled behind the couch as the old coot fired, hitting the wall instead of the floor.

“Come back here, you mongrel. No one steals from me. I bet you’re boinking her. That’s the only thing she’s good for.”

Hank scurried across the floor as the old coot fired again. He hopped to his feet and darted toward him as he reloaded. Hank smirked as the old coot scrunched up expecting to be hit. Hank ran by, grabbed the medallion and dashed out the door.

“I’ll have both your heads. You won’t get five feet.” He fired another shot, completely missing the black van that Hank hopped into.

“Are you nuts? Sorry, stupid question. I’m talking to the guy who thinks little green men are speaking to him.”

“They are grey and they aren’t little. Now hold on.” Hank slammed his foot against the gas pedal, causing Al to bump around in the back of the van with all of their gear.

“Well excuse me.” Al grumbled further as he climbed to the front seat. “Now who are you going to rob for some two dollar trinket from Wal-Mart?”

“I assure you that this is no trinket.”

“Right. It’s a key to the alien spaceship. I hope E.T. is real and he probes the nuts right out of you.”

“Al, I know you want it to be true. Why else would you come along?”

“Because you’re paying me. You are paying me, right?”

“After your bad information, I may cut your fee.”

“How was I to know the old fart would be home? He was supposed to be on vacation with some new blonde bimbo. Probably ran out of Viagra. Old coot gets more action in a day than I do all year,” Al grumbled.

“Maybe if you got a haircut.”

“Maybe if when they ask me what I did I could say something other than I chase aliens with some trust fund kid boss.”

“You love it. Is the airport set?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Our fake passports are all set. I can’t believe I’m going to get sand in my butt again.”

“Don’t go taking your pants off and you won’t.” Hank laughed.

“You said blend in. It was a nude beach. What did you expect me to do?”

“At least keep your underwear on.” Hank shook his head at Al, smirking as he drove toward the airport.

Hank and Al both stretched and yawned as they exited the airport. They went to give their bags to the cabby and then felt a gun barrel in their ribs.

“They’ll never find us. We used fake passports. Oh no. Those alien nuts aren’t that good,” Al mocked Hank while the men escorted them to a limo and stuffed them in the back.

“I thought you could use a ride.”

“Great. The only one more nuts than you. Why couldn’t it be Colonel Franks and his goon squad. Why is God punishing me.” Al glared at Crill and then pointed to Hank. “Take him. You two deserve each other.”

“Tell me why you didn’t just get a parrot again?”

“They’re harder to get through customs,” Hank replied.

“At least he doesn’t collect apes.” Al eyed Crill’s men.

“My sources tell me you have the medallion. Give it to me and you live. Don’t give it to me and I take it anyway and you die.”

“Fine. I don’t think it works anyway.” Hank sighed and reached into his sock. He pulled out the medallion and tossed it to Crill.

“Finally. I will be the one to make first contact. Toss them.” Crill eyed the medallion as his men threw Al and Hank into the street.

“Now why couldn’t we ride like that? It’s not like you don’t have the money. Hey, they kept our luggage. Dirty rotten…” Al eyed Hank, confused over the huge grin across his face. “Have you finally cracked?”

“Nope.” Hank pulled the medallion from his pocket.

“How’d you get it back?”

“I didn’t. I gave him the medallion. The trinket I bought for $2.97 at Wal-Mart.”

“I guess you aren’t as dumb as that stupid grin makes you look.” Al laughed as he dusted himself off while Hank hailed a cab.

“We still have to get their first.”

The pair hopped in and took the cab as far as they could. Al grumbled further as they hopped on camels and rode into the desert. They each kept an eye out for tracks, wanting to ensure they were ahead of Crill and his men.

“And that is why we don’t drive around in a limo.” Hank pointed to the rocks piled around a stone in the shape of a door. “Comfort never wins the race.”

“No, but it is sure easier on the butt.” Al rubbed his backside as he jumped off the camel. “Now what? E.T. beams you up?”

“Al, it was never a ship. It is the Gate of the Gods.”

“What? We came all the way to Peru to meet God? He sees all. You could have spoken to him back at the airport bathroom.”

“Not God. The gods. What aliens were called centuries ago. It is a bridge from our world to theirs.”

“We’ve got company.” Al spit sand from his mouth as a helicopter hovered over them.

“Time to meet them.” Hank placed the medallion into the empty slot and the rock faded away, revealing a small golden bridge attached to another doorway.

“You’re going in there? What if they want to eat you?”

“You’ve stuck by me for years, Al. I thank you for everything. You don’t have to come any further. Your pay has been transferred and everything of mine is now in your name.”

“Are you kidding? I don’t want to become a rich douchebag.” Al smirked. “Besides, I can’t let you have all the fun. Although if E.T. probes me, I’m so going to…”

“Relax, Al. If they probe you, at least you can’t whine about not getting any anymore.”

“Now you got jokes? When gun nuts are coming at us and we are about to meet some E.T. crazies. Yikes. Give me the probe.”

Hank strolled into the doorway and Al scurried in behind him as Crill and his men rushed to the door while firing at them. Hank grabbed the medallion as they went by it, smirking back at Crill. The door started to close and the pair rushed across the bridge. They dove through the other side before it turned back to rock. The pair then looked up to take in the new world, finding themselves surrounded by tall, grey aliens.

Word Count: 995

There we are. A bridge to alien land. Some actually believe the Gate of the Gods in Peru is real too. I think it is fun to use, so I went with it. Would you go to alien land? Yay or nay in my land?

Enjoy life, forget the strife.



2017-06-20 12:01:38 Reply

Wow, what a ride! I think there probably is intelligent life out there, but I think we’ll all be in the same form, no little green men, no monsters and no super heroes. They may have better music…

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-20 12:19:28 Reply

    Yeah, I doubt there is little green men, and some may be more advanced than us, but similar. Or maybe just bacteria out there, that’s life too.

Elephants Child

2017-06-20 19:45:26 Reply

Big smiles.
Some days I think that the evidence of other intelligence out there (whatever colour shell) is that they haven’t tried to contact us…

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-20 21:29:02 Reply

    Yep, because after seeing us they’d want to turn and run.

Olga Godim

2017-06-20 21:45:08 Reply

Nice story; made me smile. A gate to an alien world – what a concept. The only question I have: do they have camels in Peru? Since when? Did you mean llamas?

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-21 10:16:16 Reply

    lmao, should have looked that up. Yeah, alpacas or llamas are their camels.

Denise Covey

2017-06-21 04:17:55 Reply

Pat, I think you really enjoyed writing this. Hmm. Gate of the Gods in Peru? I liked that touch. Let’s hope they haven’t traded the old coots for something more alien. Great use of the bridge…:-)

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-21 10:17:15 Reply

    Yep, was fun to do as I just went with it. Hopefully the aliens are nicer than the old coots.

Pat Garcia

2017-06-21 08:02:15 Reply

A very engaging story. Another world, life somewhere else other than here on earth. As I read your story, questions popped up in my mind that stretched my fantasy.
Good story.
Shalom aleichem,

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-21 10:17:53 Reply

    Always good when questions pop in, I hope lol

Nilanjana Bose

2017-06-21 11:53:37 Reply

This one made me smile. Great use of the prompt! Thanks for a very enjoyable read.

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-21 12:09:40 Reply

    Glad it was fun as I gave it a run.

Michael Di Gesu

2017-06-21 12:06:08 Reply

Very engaging story. Liked the dynamics between the two friends…. Aliens..Hmmmm… Not sure if I’d take that bridge.

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-21 12:10:11 Reply

    Would sure have to think about it. But then it may beat getting shot.

Yolanda Renee

2017-06-21 12:24:24 Reply

A bridge to an alien world, curious as hell would take me there to my own detriment! LOL
Loved the build up, Indiana Jones meets X-files – and the aliens!

Great entry for the June WEP Challenge!!!

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-21 13:03:53 Reply

    Yep, curiosity would get to me and I may regret it too.

Toi Thomas

2017-06-21 15:38:18 Reply

This was a fun read. I liked the action and the banter. The bridge to an alien world is a pretty cool concept, but not sure they’d be little grey men. Not sure where I stand on the idea of alien life, but I think all life is connected in one way or another so, I think aliens would probably look like humans, though I can see why it’s more fun to write about intelligent creatures that look beyond what we’d consider “normal”.

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-21 17:48:09 Reply

    Yeah, it would be similar, just maybe more advanced. But then things could evolve another way. Never know.

Laura Clipson

2017-06-21 20:01:02 Reply

Never heard of the Gate of the Gods, thanks for sharing! Loved your use of the prompt, great story!

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-21 20:51:11 Reply

    Glad it was fun. Figured I’d stick the gate on in.

C. Lee McKenzie

2017-06-22 01:00:16 Reply

Great character reveal through dialog. Hats off for that. And I love “tall, gray aliens.” So weary of little green guys. Good job!

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-22 11:44:09 Reply

    Used the dialogue this time. Yeah, can’t trust those green guys.

Far Away Eyes

2017-06-22 02:41:37 Reply

Nope, don’t think I want to go to alien land, but then these guys didn’t have much choice, did they?

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-22 11:44:42 Reply

    Either that or be shot. Of course could be worse in alien land.


2017-06-22 03:28:13 Reply

Its iffy that I’d go to an alien land. Certainly not without tour-guide info and definite return plan. “Alive and unspoiled.”

This was very exciting Patt. I enjoyed the lively banter and fast pace. Well done.

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-22 11:45:26 Reply

    Banter is always fun to write at my sea. Glad it was enjoyed. And yeah, I’d want return trip plans too.


2017-06-22 21:24:38 Reply

Cool adventure to find a key to the door to another world. I would be scared of going there because who knows if those aliens are friendly and maybe I would not be able to breathe their air.

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-23 10:34:47 Reply

    True, breathing the air may be rough.

J Lenni Dorner

2017-06-23 06:14:57 Reply

I might go.
Excellent myth source to use for this!
I couldn’t quite get a feel of where the characters were from. I know that grey with an e is the “British/English” spelling, and gray with an a is the “American” spelling. But “old coot” sounds like a Texas expression to me. (Not sure of the origin or use, that’s just where I thought the setting might have been at first.) Airports connect to each other, so that could be almost anywhere going to almost everywhere.
But otherwise, I enjoyed the story. Great work! Is it part of a longer novel? I’d be interested.

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-23 10:36:59 Reply

    haha sadly when it comes to such spellings Canadians switch between the two. We usually go with the British, but it can switch to American at any moment. I suppose that could get confusing lol just one I whipped up. Could lead to a longer story though.

Hilary Melton-Butcher

2017-06-23 08:37:27 Reply

Hi Pat – well that was one ride … I’m really not sure I’d like to go to alien land – but if I escaped the gunbusters I guess I’d go. I’d not heard of the gate to the gods – but loved the interaction of a good old fashioned movie run around … where which ever way they turn … something else pops up – and bang bang … grey aliens … well if they turn again will they find the bridge returned. Thanks – fun to read … cheers Hilary

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-23 10:38:26 Reply

    Good way of putting it, as many a time I tend to write like a movie. They may have to do more to get that bridge opened.

Sally Stackhouse

2017-06-23 11:59:45 Reply

Great story, fun and mischief mixed in. The two characters really gelled together in the dialogue.

    Pat Hatt

    2017-06-23 13:10:07 Reply

    Yeah, sure had fun letting the dialogue flow.

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