Wednesday Prompt: Intergalactic Deity.

A/N: For any confused after reading this story, look up the church of the flying spaghetti monster. As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Intergalactic Deity

Word Limit: 200

It may be common knowledge now, but to say that we were surprised would be the understatement of the century. To think that a tiny little religion, on a tiny little planet in the outer arms of the Milky Way Galaxy would come up with the same answer as the Voss.

A little background for those who have been hiding under a rock, or like my cousin Stefan in a literal cave. The Voss are an extra-galactic universe spanning civilisation. They aren’t from the milky way, they aren’t even from our nearest neighbours. We share nothing in common with them, they aren’t carbon based. They don’t use vibrations in the air to communicate, they are the antithesis of human.

All except for one thing. God. Human and Voss share a religion. Something no other two species have ever had upon ascension. But when humans first reached the stars the Voss took the believers to a place in space so far from Earth that the light of the sun would not reach it for another billion years.

And it was there that mankind first looked upon god. Man reached out and pressed his hand against the window, and god reached back with his noodly appendage.

A/N: Yes my cousin went into hiding in a cave when the aliens landed.

200 Words.