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Alien Teleportation Part 2 by Kilinda

The unfocused images teased Sam and John, becoming focused then blurred again as they drifted through the ongoing swirling light. Suddenly, the images all pieced together as memories broke through revealing themselves to the twins. Their once-ghostly-pale faces returned to their normal colour. They knew what was going on. Happiness flooded through their bodies. They were going to another world! Sam allowed his mind to relax into the rediscovered memories as he travelled into the past.

Darkness began spreading its starry fingers onto the beams of the sun. Ever more stars flickered into view to join the battle. Night hunted down the remaining light like a lion pursuing its prey. The night had been born. Many stars shimmered hypnotically into view, twinkling mysteriously as if holding a secret. Shooting stars erupted leaving a vanishing trail.

Deep beneath lay the abandoned theme park; rubbish lay strewn across its cracked cobbled floor. Ebony, burgundy and aubergine colours were all the brightness you could find, standing out amidst the once-thriving wasteland. On the edge of the woodland thicket of moss-clinging ferns and rotting tree bark in the midst of all the waste, were two adventurous twins, Sam and John. The twins’ eyes were bright, not put down by the soul-crushing waste landscape before them. They were on a mission to find artifacts or relics to present to historians.

“Come on scaredy-cat,” jeered Sam. In response, John gave an angry grunt and quickened his pace. Just then a tremor reverberated through the ground, shaking the earth beneath them. Shivers ricocheted down John’s spine. Sam gave a mocking laugh and mouthed the word “scaredy-cat” once more. Enraged, John kicked a pebble. The twins’ hearts each skipped a beat as their eyes boggled out of their sockets. The pebble hung in mid air. Giving one last glance at what they thought was a haunted pebble, they dived into the toy booth beside them. If answering to the flight, a maelstrom whipped up around them. John cowered under the counter while Sam stood dumbfounded, not taking in what was happening. Crash!!! A massive bolt of lightening streaked across the sky towards the toy booth …

The twins shut their eyes waiting for it to strike but it never did. It hung there poised and out of it came crimson spaceship. The space ship shot down a beam. The twins did not dare move. Sam felt an agonising pain in his arm. His arm was disappearing. John felt an uncharacteristic force churning inside him and in one great bound he wrenched Sam from the beam. Sam stared at where his arm should have been. Instead there was nothing. Suddenly, another beam of light shot down at Mark 2 speed. They were both caught.

From somewhere Sam could here John’s voice wrenching him back into the present. “Look!” John was yelling. Sam was back in the tube. Up ahead he could see a blinding light. They were arriving…

 

In the grave by kilinda

In the grave I placed

 

A magenta heart stained with envy,

A crimson cry of a dying loved one destined for the raging fires of hell,

The blood of a friend.

 

I wish I had put in

 

The first smile of a baby,

A rainbow from heaven,

A feather from a dove.

 

Much to my regret I put in

 

The blood red howl of a wolf waiting for death,

A ruby curse created by malice,

A burgundy dagger plunging into hope.

 

I wish I had put in

 

A halo form an angel,

A daffodil from Spring,

The jingling bells of Santa’s sleigh.

 

Much to my regret I put in

 

A vengeful laugh,

A fish eating a man,

An echoing silent screen.

 

With all the dark things in the grave

When the time is right, the tomb stone slips

And deep from within

Emerges a thing, ready to strike,

Full of no regret, neither mercy.

 

 

 

Alien Teleportation Part 1 by Kilinda

Sam’s eyes flickered open. Unfocused images flashed before him. Casting the images away from him, he sat up. Feeling confused, he felt the damp muddy ground under his back. He could not remember how he had got there. Scanning the area, he sighted John a couple of yards away from him. He too was lying on the ground. Sam rushed over to his twin brother. Upon shaking him gently, John awoke. For a second John stared without recognition. In unison they both inquired, “Do you no what is going on?” From the gazes the twin showed no words were needed. Shakily they both got up from the uneven turf.

 

Suddenly, as they reached the street a wailing police car pulled up right in front of them. “Get in,” he said with a rough voice to the grubby boys. Half an hour later, they arrived at their front door. Unexpectedly, the door flung open and their mother came rushing out, bags under her eyes showing she had got no sleep. Immediately, she inquired what had happened but all the  explanation she needed was the boys’ blank expression on their faces.

 

As the boys lumbered up to their room, John felt something heavy in his pocket. Reaching the room, he dug deep down into his pocket and heaved out a small object. The jet black panels glinted in the room’s light. Hesitantly, Sam prodded the thing. Suddenly, a great whirring noise reverberated around the spacious room. Bang! A streak of light shaped like lightening expanded into a circle shape, as John cowered behind the rickety bed. The petrified twins could feel an invisible force pulling them towards the hole. They were trapped! The portal was on them, its gaping mouth ready to swallow. Helplessly, they were dragged closer, the colour drained from their face, closer, their hearts pounded against their ribcage. CLOSER! John clawed at the floor, too late, they were inside. The unfocused images Sam had seen before suddenly became vivid.