For Spindle Magazine, 2010
Days, weeks, months passed. Galaxies never seemed to end. Until on one typical intergalatical day of lightspeed, OneLittleSpaceman spotted something off the Starbourd bow... No, not Klingons off the starbourd bow, starbourd bow, starbourd bow... But, a twinkling planet over a slightly silvery colour. Like a moistend pebble glistening at day-break on a sun-kissed beach.
An hour later, his trusty space ship had skimmed into orbit and prepared to land. After a deep breath the air locked was opened and OneLittleSpaceman took his first tentative steps onto a new planet.
There were plants and what seemed like wildlife... None he recognised, but there was some none the less. His gadgets and gizmos all confirmed there was indeed enough oxygen to breath unaided, so he removed his glass domed helmet.
After expecting a gust of wind to whip under his long golden locks, they simply fell flat around his arms. There was no wind, or even breeze. So much for that fabulous entrance on to a new planet. On wards with the mission...
Strolling into what appeared to be a forest, OneLittleSpaceman heard a rustling in the shrubbery.
Is there any one there? I am from Earth." he said – cause of course