This is a story that has been roaming around in my head for a while. It's not edited(none of my friends like star trek, so I have no second opinions), so you'll have to bear with me. I also don't have time to right the whole story at once, so I'll present it in bits(with cliff hangers!).
Any feedback would be amazing.
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The Other Side
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"Jessica, look!" Lira compelled her 6-year-old niece to look deep into the little pool that had formed between the variety of rocks along the New England beach. "You see that?" asked Lira, excitedly, and Jessica nodded her head.
"It's a star fish!"
"Yea!"
As Jessica observed the starfish with unequivocal curiosity, Lira looked across the beach at the approaching sun set. The air was warm and the distant,
echoed laughter of her relatives provided the perfect soundtrack to a perfect summer day.
After having been lost in a lovely moment, she noticed that Jessica suddenly wasn't beside her anymore. She'd run off to wade in the rising tide.
Lira's brother, William, stood beside the girl, likewise watching the sun set. He suddenly turned to look at Lira and shouted, "Let's go swimming one more time before we have to go!"
He ran into the waves, and Lira ran faster.
After a bit, William looked up with concern on his face and said, "We're too far from the shore. C'mon."
"Hold on a second. You're too responsible, Will." She floated onto her back and watched the darkening sky. "We're not that far."
"No, look, mom is waving at us."
Niether had noticed, but the water during that moment had become more turbulent. William begin swimming back as he tried to persuade Lira to follow, and when the distance between them has grown she finally began swimming.
"Ew! I just felt a fish!" She shouted, and immediately she was perplexed by a horrored look on William's face. "What is it?"
"Swim faster!"
"What?" Suddenly there was noise and she couldn't hear him.
"SWIM!" He was pointing, and the rest of the family on the shore gathered, alarmed. Lira's dad tore off his Hawaiian print shirt and accidentally kicked over her beach bag, her ipod now covered in sand, as he hurried toward the water. Later, whenever she thought about that day, she always found it odd how that was the most vivid image in her memory. Why, at that moment, all she noticed was her ipod looking as if were a mere seashell.
She didn't understand what was happening until she glanced behind her.
To her utter, flabbergasted terror she finally noticed the massive funnel of dark, murky water rushing and swirling and rising all around her. For meters around, the water screamed and writhed and as Lira gasped for air, groping uselessly at disappearing water, she saw flashes of metal and grosteque faces, blended with the terrified faces of her family, the rushing wind punctuated by Jessica screaming, Lira! Lira! and her dad likewise tossed about, unable to reach her.
This continued for a torturous eternity, until everything snapped to blackness.
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Noise, noise, strange voices. The sounds racked at her numb head, her swollen sinuses, and she became aware that her eyes were caked shut, her body throbbing, her hair a mess. Slowly, painfully, she was able to open her blood-shot eyes.
The first thing she saw was the corrogated metal floor on which she lay, and her bruised fingers prsssed white by her weight as she lifted her torso. It felt as if she were made of sludgy clay, her mouth crowded by thirsty dryness, her tangled hair blurring her vision.
She coughed out water, deep from her lungs. The unfamiliarity of the surroundings did not hit her until she realized that she was not where she had been, and that the figures she saw moving towards her were not anyone she had ever seen.
Rather, the confusing faces she saw were grotesquely non-human: Long, bumpy noses, wide, blubbery mouths- small, pin point eyee surrounded by more bumpyness. Slick hair, drawn into a ponytail at the base of a misshapen head. They had monotone suits covering broad, stout bodies.
And when they spoke, it was a grating language she'd never heard, and she had heard many languages in her relatively short life of 17 years.
"Where am I?" She asked listlessly, with a raspy voice.
"XXfdghuy Cxhochguhjyihu."
"Poxxfdghuy!"
"Xudoyfroghtyunjklx" One gargled, as it reached for her.
That is when the panic set in, the quickened breathing and the threat of frustrated tears. Lira was suddenly alert and awake, and she resisted and flailed as more and more alien hands surrounded her, grabbing her, picking at her.
She began screaming, kicking. The typical disbelief of trickery or dreaming did not occur to her, because despite her disorientation, the pain in her body was starkly apparent. The metal floor was too cold and too hard to be a prank. The calloused hands on her still-damp skin were too rough to be a dream.
All she knew to do was scream at her highest, loudest, girliest screech until the accosters couldn't stand it anymore.
Unfortunately, they were unmoved by her pitiable thrashing and soon some kind of alien constraint had been put on her. They took her to a gaudily decorated room, with bronze and orange columns, and a set of multicolored intricately designed circles set behind a curved, smooth white seat. One large, masculine figure placed her ungracefully on the seat. Another removed the restraints and quickly wrapped a velvety blue robe around her.
Before Lira realized that she was sitting on a throne, a croud of the aliens, all dressed in the same monotone suit with minor variations, entered the room with a profound silence and bowed down before the place in which she sat.
Utterly confused, she stared at them.
As the congragation bowed, two aliens that were donned with long, blue robes approached her with a tiny black box. One opened it and proferred a small triangle from it. Crawling back, she saw that they intended to put the thing on her and she shouted "Stop! Go away!" and one restrained her and the other pressed it to the back of her neck. There was a momentary pin prick, like a shot, and she could feel it there like a tick.
Lira was then shuffled around to more ceremonies, collecting more bruises all the while. Her panic and confusion multiplied exponentially; the memories of what was probably only hours earlier increasingly faded into something was even more unbelievable that her current situation.
After continued chaos with no answers, she was finally locked into a tiny room and left there, alone and in the dark.
She had no idea what to think or what to feel. "William?" she said with a tiny voice. "Mom? Dad?"
No answer. Nothing.
For an indefinant ammount of time, she sat hugging her knees to her chest and staring at the crack of the sealed, featureless door.
It just didn't add up. How does one go from swimming in the ocean to being worshipped by aliens?
She felt suprisingly and illogically calm. Infact, she actually didn't really feel anything.
And then she noticed the window.
Curiously, it was a window filled with the brim to stars. She stood, her muscles aching, and looked through it to see nothing but endless ammounts of stars...and a planet.
Any feedback would be amazing.
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The Other Side
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"Jessica, look!" Lira compelled her 6-year-old niece to look deep into the little pool that had formed between the variety of rocks along the New England beach. "You see that?" asked Lira, excitedly, and Jessica nodded her head.
"It's a star fish!"
"Yea!"
As Jessica observed the starfish with unequivocal curiosity, Lira looked across the beach at the approaching sun set. The air was warm and the distant,
echoed laughter of her relatives provided the perfect soundtrack to a perfect summer day.
After having been lost in a lovely moment, she noticed that Jessica suddenly wasn't beside her anymore. She'd run off to wade in the rising tide.
Lira's brother, William, stood beside the girl, likewise watching the sun set. He suddenly turned to look at Lira and shouted, "Let's go swimming one more time before we have to go!"
He ran into the waves, and Lira ran faster.
After a bit, William looked up with concern on his face and said, "We're too far from the shore. C'mon."
"Hold on a second. You're too responsible, Will." She floated onto her back and watched the darkening sky. "We're not that far."
"No, look, mom is waving at us."
Niether had noticed, but the water during that moment had become more turbulent. William begin swimming back as he tried to persuade Lira to follow, and when the distance between them has grown she finally began swimming.
"Ew! I just felt a fish!" She shouted, and immediately she was perplexed by a horrored look on William's face. "What is it?"
"Swim faster!"
"What?" Suddenly there was noise and she couldn't hear him.
"SWIM!" He was pointing, and the rest of the family on the shore gathered, alarmed. Lira's dad tore off his Hawaiian print shirt and accidentally kicked over her beach bag, her ipod now covered in sand, as he hurried toward the water. Later, whenever she thought about that day, she always found it odd how that was the most vivid image in her memory. Why, at that moment, all she noticed was her ipod looking as if were a mere seashell.
She didn't understand what was happening until she glanced behind her.
To her utter, flabbergasted terror she finally noticed the massive funnel of dark, murky water rushing and swirling and rising all around her. For meters around, the water screamed and writhed and as Lira gasped for air, groping uselessly at disappearing water, she saw flashes of metal and grosteque faces, blended with the terrified faces of her family, the rushing wind punctuated by Jessica screaming, Lira! Lira! and her dad likewise tossed about, unable to reach her.
This continued for a torturous eternity, until everything snapped to blackness.
----
Noise, noise, strange voices. The sounds racked at her numb head, her swollen sinuses, and she became aware that her eyes were caked shut, her body throbbing, her hair a mess. Slowly, painfully, she was able to open her blood-shot eyes.
The first thing she saw was the corrogated metal floor on which she lay, and her bruised fingers prsssed white by her weight as she lifted her torso. It felt as if she were made of sludgy clay, her mouth crowded by thirsty dryness, her tangled hair blurring her vision.
She coughed out water, deep from her lungs. The unfamiliarity of the surroundings did not hit her until she realized that she was not where she had been, and that the figures she saw moving towards her were not anyone she had ever seen.
Rather, the confusing faces she saw were grotesquely non-human: Long, bumpy noses, wide, blubbery mouths- small, pin point eyee surrounded by more bumpyness. Slick hair, drawn into a ponytail at the base of a misshapen head. They had monotone suits covering broad, stout bodies.
And when they spoke, it was a grating language she'd never heard, and she had heard many languages in her relatively short life of 17 years.
"Where am I?" She asked listlessly, with a raspy voice.
"XXfdghuy Cxhochguhjyihu."
"Poxxfdghuy!"
"Xudoyfroghtyunjklx" One gargled, as it reached for her.
That is when the panic set in, the quickened breathing and the threat of frustrated tears. Lira was suddenly alert and awake, and she resisted and flailed as more and more alien hands surrounded her, grabbing her, picking at her.
She began screaming, kicking. The typical disbelief of trickery or dreaming did not occur to her, because despite her disorientation, the pain in her body was starkly apparent. The metal floor was too cold and too hard to be a prank. The calloused hands on her still-damp skin were too rough to be a dream.
All she knew to do was scream at her highest, loudest, girliest screech until the accosters couldn't stand it anymore.
Unfortunately, they were unmoved by her pitiable thrashing and soon some kind of alien constraint had been put on her. They took her to a gaudily decorated room, with bronze and orange columns, and a set of multicolored intricately designed circles set behind a curved, smooth white seat. One large, masculine figure placed her ungracefully on the seat. Another removed the restraints and quickly wrapped a velvety blue robe around her.
Before Lira realized that she was sitting on a throne, a croud of the aliens, all dressed in the same monotone suit with minor variations, entered the room with a profound silence and bowed down before the place in which she sat.
Utterly confused, she stared at them.
As the congragation bowed, two aliens that were donned with long, blue robes approached her with a tiny black box. One opened it and proferred a small triangle from it. Crawling back, she saw that they intended to put the thing on her and she shouted "Stop! Go away!" and one restrained her and the other pressed it to the back of her neck. There was a momentary pin prick, like a shot, and she could feel it there like a tick.
Lira was then shuffled around to more ceremonies, collecting more bruises all the while. Her panic and confusion multiplied exponentially; the memories of what was probably only hours earlier increasingly faded into something was even more unbelievable that her current situation.
After continued chaos with no answers, she was finally locked into a tiny room and left there, alone and in the dark.
She had no idea what to think or what to feel. "William?" she said with a tiny voice. "Mom? Dad?"
No answer. Nothing.
For an indefinant ammount of time, she sat hugging her knees to her chest and staring at the crack of the sealed, featureless door.
It just didn't add up. How does one go from swimming in the ocean to being worshipped by aliens?
She felt suprisingly and illogically calm. Infact, she actually didn't really feel anything.
And then she noticed the window.
Curiously, it was a window filled with the brim to stars. She stood, her muscles aching, and looked through it to see nothing but endless ammounts of stars...and a planet.
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