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Planeteer Magazine, v. 2, isssue 1, March 1939

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choice of pleasures.  Suddenly a whining scream rent the silence with almost physical force.  Startled, everyone rushed to the windows.  A weird sight greeted them.  A black shape tore earthward, trailing green flame.  It was ovoid in shape, and was surrounded by a green mist which even the swift descent could not lose or dissipate.
  On and on came the craft, for such a thing it appeared to be.  The whining noise became louder, rose to a pitch that grated on the senses.
  Mrs. Waldon, Mr, Waldon, and Catherine, prosaic and unimaginative all, stared in wonder and bewilderment.  Even Gordon, to whom space ships and alien horrors and all other science fictional figures were real when he read of them, was as impressed as the rest.  A chaos of jumbled thoughts teemed in his brain.  He just couldn't accept the ship as real.  Things like that did not appear in Earthly skies.  But he watched the ship.
  It suddenly checked the suicide speed, leveling out with the hull glowing a cherry-red from the friction of the atmosphere.  It swept gracefully over the house, then circled about, entering a slow spiral that brought it closer and closer to the ground.  Finally, it dropped lightly on the lawn.
  Gordon had been transfixed, but now he rushed wildly out the door, heedless of the entreaties of mother, father, and sister.  He did not stop until he stood beside the now huge ovid.  And the trio inside fearfully ventured onto the porch.  They wanted to watch the unbelievable visitor.
  Gordon studied the craft intently, though he still found it hard to accept as a reality.  No sign of any occupant was there; the ship, just rested where it had alighted.  But after several long moments something began to steal into his brain.  It seemed like a voice, though he knew it was telepathy.  Even taht conclusion could not surprise him, for it was not unusual compared to the enigma of the ship.
  The telepathic sender asked "Will you harm me if I come out from the ship?"  Gordon heard.  He noticed too, that the watchers on the porch heard also.  He knew not how to replay; however, he did not have to; the sender read his thoughts.  A door in the ship opened, and some steps to the ground appeared.
  Gordon watched a figure appear in the opening, a figure limned by a green radiance enamating from behind.  He expected a monstrosity -- all aliens were monstrosities, he thought -- but he was mistaken.  Truly, it was like nothing that he had ever seen.  But revolting?  No.  Four logs supported a dainty torso covered with a skin that looked suede leather.  Three prehensile appendages with tiny finger-like members served as hands.  A small head sat directly atop the body.  A neck was not necessary; five eyes were spaced around the head.  It made a strange sight as it stepped toward him in the brilliant moonlight.
  Now, Gordon did not retreat.  The bizarreness of the situation and of the creature disturbed him not a whit.  He smiled a friendly greeting.  The moonlight showed answering lights in the warm brown eyes of the approacher.  The other features seemed

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choice of pleasures. Suddenly a whining scream rent the silence with almost physical force. Startled, everyone rushed to the windows. A weird sight greeted them. A black shape tore earthward, trailing green flame. It was ovoid in shape, and was surrounded by a green mist which even the swift descent could not lose or dissipate. On and on came the craft, for such a thing it appeared to be. The whining noise became louder, rose to a pitch that grated on the senses. Mrs. Waldon, Mr, Waldon, and Catherine, prosaic and unimaginative all, stared in wonder and bewilderment. Even Gordon, to whom space ships and alien horrors and all other science fictional figures were real when he read of them, was as impressed as the rest. A chaos of jumbled thoughts teemed in his brain. He just couldn't accept the ship as real. Things like that did not appear in Earthly skies. But he watched the ship. It suddenly checked the suicide speed, leveling out with the hull glowing a cherry-red from the friction of the atmosphere. It swept gracefully over the house, then circled about, entering a slow spiral that brought it closer and closer to the ground. Finally, it dropped lightly on the lawn. Gordon had been transfixed, but now he rushed wildly out the door, heedless of the entreaties of mother, father, and sister. He did not stop until he stood beside the now huge ovid. And the trio inside fearfully ventured onto the porch. They wanted to watch the unbelievable visitor. Gordon studied the craft intently, though he still found it hard to accept as a reality. No sign of any occupant was there; the ship, just rested where it had alighted. But after several long moments something began to steal into his brain. It seemed like a voice, though he knew it was telepathy. Even taht conclusion could not surprise him, for it was not unusual compared to the enigma of the ship. The telepathic sender asked "Will you harm me if I come out from the ship?" Gordon heard. He noticed too, that the watchers on the porch heard also. He knew not how to replay; however, he did not have to; the sender read his thoughts. A door in the ship opened, and some steps to the ground appeared. Gordon watched a figure appear in the opening, a figure limned by a green radiance enamating from behind. He expected a monstrosity -- all aliens were monstrosities, he thought -- but he was mistaken. Truly, it was like nothing that he had ever seen. But revolting? No. Four logs supported a dainty torso covered with a skin that looked suede leather. Three prehensile appendages with tiny finger-like members served as hands. A small head sat directly atop the body. A neck was not necessary; five eyes were spaced around the head. It made a strange sight as it stepped toward him in the brilliant moonlight. Now, Gordon did not retreat. The bizarreness of the situation and of the creature disturbed him not a whit. He smiled a friendly greeting. The moonlight showed answering lights in the warm brown eyes of the approacher. The other features seemed