10/25 scifi

10/4 - 10/22:

topic given-
"time for a science fiction or scary story, one that grabs your reader's attention and holds it with a well-crafted plot and engaging characters, and perhaps some heart-pounding suspense! this one should evoke emotion as well, whether it be fear, excitement, remorse, or any others. also, you must include one passage word for word (more or less)(this paragraph has *s around it)"

Along the winding road making its way to my house there appeared a formation of white rocks on the side of the mountain. It was absent one night, and the next day present. We joked that aliens had made it, as if they were rock crop circles. The design was simple- just one horizontal line of all white rocks parallel to the street, almost as if they had fallen there by chance, but too many of them for it to be merely coincidence. A few months later, after the line of rocks had remained unchanged, we found a surprise on the way to school.
“It’s the aliens! They’re playing games with us!” we said as we looked at the new formation before us. This time there were three concentric circles placed with a vertical line through them pointing towards the road. There was no chance that this discovery was purely happenstance as the other could possibly have been. Rocks do not fall into place in a way such as these had. Since the property was known to not belong to any one person, and as it was quite a ways away from any houses, we all wondered who would have taken the time to arrange these white rocks on the hillside.
This is where I came in. I am Edgar Johansson- no comments on my name, please. Twelve years of schooling has more than taught me of its obscurity. But aside from my name I’m average, I’m normal, I swear. I observed this arrangement changing but did not think anything more of it than I am sure you are thinking now- just some loner with too much time on his hands or something of the sort…
I was driving home one night from a party. It had run late, and on top of that, I had been named designated driver for the night, having to drive four others home in my white Nissan Maxima before making my way to my own house. It was late, about four in the morning. My parents were out of town and I had self-proclaimed curfew of six o’clock, so I was actually early by my standards. I was driving in the middle of the already sparsely traveled road, made only more vacant by the time of the evening, while Aerosmith played on the radio. My voice quavered with the volume I asked of it. As I went around one of the road’s many curves, the radio gradually went to fuzz and my song could be clearly heard, but only by my ears as far as I was concerned. I neared the white stones on the hill, and from the far reaches of my brights, could barely make out two figures next to the road. I slowed down and ceased my singing as I steered my car to the right, proper side, of the street. I was careful to avoid these people, or deer, or coyotes, or whatever they were. I turned off my brights, but even as my car got closer to this spot, the bodies did not become clearer. I still found myself squinting to see what creatures I had come upon. I soon saw their standing on two legs, clearly people. I observed them both in a semi-crouched position and guessed that, given their location, they were rearranging the rocks, and had possibly been the culprits all along. So much for the aliens. Though I am not a superstitious man, I must admit I had gotten joy out of the unknown act of these changing rocks. I was somewhat disappointed at the revelation of this mystery.
I was by no means interested in going home as I was very much awake after my busy night. I was certainly not looking forward to getting reacquainted with my lonely bed. I stopped at the side of the road opposite these rocks and their movers, hoping to lend a hand, or at least congratulate their covertness. My turning off the car did not seem to phase them- they were obviously determined to finish this task. I opened my car door. I walked up to them, my footsteps loud against the road’s gravel. “Hey,” I said, but with no response. Their hands remained on the glowing white stones, switching and trading them any way they pleased. “HEY!” I said louder, sure they could only ignore my presence for so long. Still, no change was made in their actions. Finally I was standing only about two feet behind them, our bodies forming a small triangle. If I had reached out arms, I could easily touch both of them. They still had yet to even acknowledge my existence. I put my right hand on the shoulder of the man to my right. Though I was sure I had made my attendance quite clear, this action startled him. He quickly turned his upper body around and towards me, as did his partner at the same moment. These unexpected movements after none whatsoever surprised me, but not more than the sight of their faces, or I guess I should say their lack of faces. You read that right- no eyes, no nose, no mouth to speak of (no pun intended). There were simply round white spheres sitting atop their very dark bodies. They were not even wearing clothes, I now noticed. They were just black with what seemed to be black hoods covering their blazing heads. I jumped back and stumbled to the street as my foot snagged on the curbside. I was frightened as to how these creatures would react to my fall, but again they surprised me. They went back to their work as if nothing had happened. For the first time I glanced at the white rocks they had been paying such careful attention to. “TELL NO ONE” they clearly spelled out.
By writing this down as opposed to speaking it aloud, I hope to prevent any of the consequences that may have been imposed on me by my seeing these words in the rocks. However, I am, of course, unsure of their meaning. But anyways, after reading these words, the creatures again began to rearrange the stones, this time to gradually form a large square with an ‘X’ inside, its points reaching the corners of the square. If you have been so kind as to believe my words thus far, I ask you to stay with me for the next part of my story. I assure you, my words are my truth. This next act of building the square of rocks was accomplished with great haste. At its completion, these figures, our aliens, disappeared. They stood up straight from their crouched positions and just vanished, making me ponder the validity of what I just witnessed.
I have followed their wishes, or rather their warning, whichever it was meant to mean. I have told no one, as I believe it is what has kept me alive this long, but my mind has not been right since this event. I constantly glue my eyes to the hillside where the same square sits, as it has, untouched, for the past three years. My siblings and parents marveled at the new found design when it appeared lo those many years ago, but it only brought me fear when I laid my eyes on it.
I ask the reader of this letter not to fret, but also to stay silent on this mater. I would rather suffer the results of my telling this a hundred times than endure the thoughts of your suffering. Thank you for reading, it is appreciated.
With hope,
Edgar.

She read these words with fear in her heart. He had died only a week ago. This letter had fallen into her possession so ironically. She had merely shaken out the sheets from the guest bedroom and found this piece of paper floating out from its creases. So many thoughts rushed through her head- how long this now-yellowing letter had been hidden! Had anyone else read it? She had little doubt it was real as Edgar had not been one to fictionalize events. And he had told her of these stones, though obviously not to this extent. What should she do? Would anyone else believe this text as she had, were she to tell them? Or should she take heed to his warning?
Mrs. Johansson sat on the bed waiting for solutions to these questions that would never come. She lay down, wrapped herself up in the note’s home, and fell asleep. These thoughts must have exhausted her, for she did not wake for several hours. When she did, she quickly checked her clutched hand for the letter, and found it slightly more wrinkled than it had been from her tight grasp, but nonetheless real, signed with her late husband’s first name.
All the recent occurrences were too much to handle. She needed to get away, but she wanted to be near someone that would understand everything that was going on. She booked a flight to New Hampshire where her brother-in-law lived- Edgar’s brother, his best friend. She would tell him everything, disregarding the possible consequences, for the sake of knowing she was maybe not so alone in her beliefs. She had to get out of her house, so she walked down to the water only a few blocks away. *She wandered along the shore, her feet squishing deliciously in the sand. The puzzling events of the day behind her, she let her thoughts wander to a more comfortable place. This weekend she would board a plane for New Hampshire and leave the death of her husband behind, if only for a short time. she was lost in the music of the surf and contemplating the new adventure ahead of her when, without warning, the hairs on the back of her neck prickled and her heart began to pound. She turned around* and saw the simple white rocks she so feared behind her… “TELL NO ONE” they clearly spelled out.


long-awaited. sorry for not posting. busy life. hope you enjoyed. love always.