Alien Rescue

The moment I started down the hilI, I heard it squeak with its wooden tires and thin branch-like spokes. How it actually existed was beyond me. But I knew it could hurt me if I wasn't careful.

Alien Rescue      Want to read this in a different language ? Change the TO field to your own country and click the TRANSLATE button after going HERE Press CTRL = (equals) to increase the page size and CTRL - (minus) to decrease the page size ALIEN RESCUE (aka The Gold Rocket) ( From a strange and vivid dream I had ) © November 2013 Written by David Wicker Please do not reprint without permission * * * This story is Rated: EVERYONE We were somehow in the future yet inside an old abandoned house. The wind wailed eerily outside and the trees outside rustled in the breeze. It was nighttime and our one planetary body in the sky illuminated the ground. I looked to my friend Jiffrie, who was examining one of the heat cylinders we used to make a campfire inside the house. I wouldn't mess with that." I told him. "Remember too much of it isn't good for us; the radiation you know." Jiffrie, always curious about things tossed the canister back to the ground. It looked just like a metal can but was dented on the side. It appeared old and worn too, as if many hands, not all entirely human, had handled it in the past and it too was abandoned by them, seeing it was harmful with long-term exposure. "Besides," I sniffed, "We have enough here." and I tossed another stick in the fire. There was some kind of paste in a metallic plate he handed me earlier. It didn't taste terribly well but was nutritious. Sorta like mashed potatoes with cheese and cheap potted meat, but absolutely and completely without salt. There was no salt on the entire planet's surface and earlier I know we had to use our entire salt supplies to fend off what we called, 'creeping floors,' a kind of living fungus that attacked you and was susceptible to the salt, like a slug. We were certain they wouldn't come around the house again. "How could they leave us here ?" Jiffrie said for the umpteenth time and looked around, perhaps hoping I wasn't the only person who heard his cry. I nodded and looked around, eager too to see we were not alone - but we were. "I really don't think it was deliberate, Jiffrie. I think we were just forgotten. That's the nicest way I can put it." I put my hand on his shoulder to take a good look at him. He had a thick mustache with no beard and wore a kind of grizzled leather suit, like a hunter, and had a sharp curved knife on his side besides. His boots had tassels near the top that somehow made it quieter for him to walk, I wasn't certain how that method worked entirely. He had to be in his 40s with a dull dingy red hair that went down to his shoulders. Age had set in on him and he was perfect proof that mankind, little that remained in the galaxy, was not eternal. "Let's get some sleep." he said. I nodded. That was the best suggestion I heard all night. I slept until morning listening to the crackling of the fire and hoped, once again, someone would rescue us from this desolate planet. In the morning, a mist covered the forest's grassy region. The sun was shining though clouded from the density of trees. Woodland creatures made all kinds of sounds and I awoke to hear Jiffrie making a kind of coffee in the bottom of a wide metal tin plate. He poured a bit in my cup and I tasted it. It was positively terrible with almost a metallic taste, though I knew the caffeine would wake me up. We had to get out of here I thought to myself. I knew these meager rations we were supplied with wouldn't last another day and - starvation ? I didn't want to think about it. I know there were things to eat around us at the house but the survival manual we were shipped with said that eating alien wildlife and growth would eventually effect our human DNA. So it was a matter of dying off as humans, or surviving as mutants. I didn't know which was worse. I stepped outside and had forgotten just how much vegetation and growth covered the house. It was like a green sea monster had its mouth on the roof and was slowly digesting it in horrid acidic enzymes before it swallowed it entirely. I looked down to see some strange wooden brambles moving along on their own, making an odd clicking sound. * * * "Lead the briar-cycle down the hill." I heard Jiffrie call after me from behind, ready for the hunt. I nodded. The moment I started down the hill the living bicycle, made out of some kind of wood pieces followed after me. I heard it squeak with its wooden tires and thin branch-like spokes. How it actually existed into being was beyond me. But I knew it could hurt me if I wasn't careful. I remembered a time I first ran into the thing and still had a jagged scar on my arm to prove it. "Down there." Jiffrie called. I saw where he was talking about. There was a bit of a gulley near the bottom and I knew it would be trapped there as the wheels actually had little ability to climb hills. I took off running and the bicycle was in hot pursuit. Little red tendrils poked out of the handlebars licking the air to see which way I ran to as it was clearly sightless. Finally it followed me down the hill and, as Jiffrie was expecting, it got trapped. I started to climb back up the hill struggling against its steepness, looking behind me to see the bicycle was indeed stuck and couldn't pull itself free. "Leave it there." Jiffrie called to me stretching his legs near the moss-eaten house, glad he didn't have to rescue me from it like last time. "We'll get its seeds later and make a better bicycle, one that's not quite so eager to hurt us like this one is." I agreed, this old bicycle had gotten angry in its old age and didn't even seem to recognize me or Jiffrie anymore though I do remember riding it one-time during a tame period to explore our woody area which curiously curved back in on itself like a parabolic mirror. At the time I didn't think it was odd. I didn't think anything was odd at this point. The day passed uneventfully as we did manage to catch some fish by a moss-choked river. I thought the fish had too many fins, but who was I to say. After we scaled it, we ate it in the afternoon just the same, wondering and worrying just how much of it's alien content would effect us. Maybe not immediately. But if we ate it everyday, who was to say ? I remembered the manual pointing out a colored chart showing how alien food directly effected DNA. I didn't want to think about it. Night came quickly and I looked up in the sky at our planetary body. For a moment I didn't see the moon but instead another planet. Was I not on Earth ? Why would I think I was with a briar-cycle and multi-finned fish ? I think I WANTED to be on Earth was my belief. A dream. And didn't we all dream of things we wanted but couldn't have ? And then there was a dull roar in the sky like a jet. I looked and saw a strange rocket-ship landing over the horizon. "Space Aliens !" I thought to myself, as it definitely didn't look American at all. I called to Jiffrie but I couldn't get him to wake up. And then a long shiny glowing metal bus came cruising by. It was filled with people, all humans, and they looked like they were going to work or something. The bus stopped to pick me up. Eager to be free of this swamp and moss choked nightmare, I stepped on board, and as I did, a long beak shot out from my face, like a bird's, my feet became webbed, my hands became clawed, and my back arced up with sharp spikes. A strange laser-pistol suddenly appeared at my side as well as a uniform that had cryptic lettering over it. If the people on the bus were afraid, they didn't show it. I was welcomed aboard and had to duck now because of my height and size. I looked down to my laser-pistol and saw violet energy flowing from one of the canisters in it. I was most definitely the alien, not them. "You're not going to shoot us now, are you ?" one of the passengers asked looking at me with a pleasant smile. I shook my head. I - didn't know why I changed. I was human when I was with Jiffrie. * * * Was it possible that me and Jiffrie weren't human at all, but because we were with each other it appeared that we were "normal" since that was what normal was to us ? Maybe it was eating the fish the other night and I was hallucinating right now ? The bus took off silently and I had the impression it was a hovercraft, the ride was so smooth. We were rapidly zooming around the other side of the rocket. It glowed with a fiery golden color reflected by the planet hanging in the sky, that most definitely was not either Moon or Earth. A kind of technological wonder music in the background picked up with some kind of female chorus and chanting as we neared around it and I saw a dazzling sight. A landing pad made out of blue crystal and the most attractive people I had ever seen. Young healthy doctors both men and women with radiant energetic eyes, medical equipment beside them, and in perfect shape, all dressed in white. White crystal hand-holds and bright blue crystalline floor beams leading up into the rocket beckoned to me. I simply - HAD - to see this incredible ship, for it was so immensely beautiful ! Like a giant shard of perfect gold with crystal inlay on the edges. I stepped off the bus and one young doctor fellow, perfect health and giving me a very pleasant smile reached up in attempt to give me an injection of something, but I held up my clawed hand to stop him. He looked puzzled as if giving me an injection was part of the plan. I spoke in a weird alien dialect now and somehow they understood me. Despite my own voice sounding strange, I made out what I told him, "That will not be necessary. I will tell you all I can, about everything. I have no secrets to hide. Me and my friend Jiffrie, whom I hope you rescue too is at the farmhouse, and we have been stranded on this planet for many years now." I continued, looking to the happy smiling faces of all the young doctors and nurses. "Thank you for rescuing us. I- don't know where we'll fit in though." One doctor took my clawed hand, and when he did, my hand changed to human. But then I realized it didn't actually change, not really. No, it was the fact he was accepting the way I appeared that MADE me think I was appearing normal. More young doctors and nurses crowded around me, and every one that touched me, made me human again. It was their trust and ability to accept others without prejudices that made me appear as one of them, and possibly permanently ... END OF DREAM Return back HOME   You are Earth Visitor #

Reviews

[tworeeler]

You have a really good ear for dialogue, a way with setting a mood. The very first sentence kind of threw me ("somehow in the future yet inside an old abandoned house" -- how are the two connected? did they teleport there or something; as written, they sound mutually exclusive...maybe a little more back story first?). It's already better than anything L. Ron wrote, very imaginitive stuff.

[dw817]

Well hello, Tworeeler ! Thanks for visiting ! :D
As for the story, it's from a dream. My consciousness was telling me the house was over 100-years old from some other space travelers who lived there, human, but - they got 'changed' in the end.

Also that me and Jiffrie were deliberately abandoned here out of meanness whereas the rest of the crew left for a much more habitable planet. You remember dreams always give you a whole new set of memories to match the setting.

As for being better than Ron Hubbard, I think he is a scientologist and - that's not necessarily a fictional account according to him.

If you want to see my views regarding End Days, which is the only thing I can think which is similar - you are welcome to read HERE,
http://bit.ly/14vUi9R

[tworeeler]

"You remember dreams always give you a whole new set of memories to match the setting." That's a fantastic thought! Thanks for the link.

[dw817]

Well, umm, it's not my thought. It's what happens. That's why you can't get away from nightmares sometimes cause your brain is remembering other things when you're dreaming, not that you're dreaming actually.

I know I have dreams where I change ages, gender, and in a few cases, races. I have whole memories of other families in my dreams that are only from there. The next time you're dreaming, try to think about the past, and you'll find you've been given a whole new set of memories to match what you are dreaming.

[tworeeler]

I'll try, thanks!

[dw817]

Sure ! And hey, don't let me be the only one writing down dreams. They're fantastic amazering stuff. You can definitely get some good ideas from those. And the neat thing is, when you write it out, you've had first-hand experience so all the detail gets written down. :)

[genocide]

good diagouoe and good story

[dw817]

Thanks Tormentor. If anything, I hope it shows racial harmony. I remember in one of my Wit & Wisdom, I had two demons converse with each other. They were saying how boring humans were and wouldn't it be great if they had horns or a tail like them.

But the other countered it said, no, it wouldn't work, because we get all bent out of shape just over skin color, how well would some having horns and tail be ?

Hmm ... Seems we could learn something from these two. :)

[Prime]

You really have the strangest dreams/imagination ! Though this one is the most entertaining so far. And I like the moral. It speaks of acceptance being a key to a great resolve between differences. Am I right ?

[dw817]

You are right, Prime. :) Sometimes my dreams have something important to teach me.

[Jack Buckner]

A very entertaining write DW! I love alien stories!

[dw817]

Hi John Smith. Wow, you look a lot like someone I know. You don't live in Alvarado do you ?

[Jack Buckner]

Nope, I live in New York City.

[dw817]

You look a lot like Kay, a good friend of my sister's, and I've known him since age 4. It's funny how you can find people. I know me and Rose were shopping and came across, what we certainly thought was Amy.

She even walked the way she did as she had hip surgery - but ... ! It wasn't her when you saw the face directly. What are the odds for this ? :)

[Jack Buckner]

It's funny isn't it?

[dw817]

And - it's a small world after all. My Governess turns out is working for Tree, this wman 'bodyguard' at a church I befriended and was welcomed into the church.

Now she heads up the Guardian company which manages finances. Neat stuff !

[Jack Buckner]

Pretty Neat!

[Cody Williams]

This one really interested me! I read the title thinking it would be something like a Ray Bradbury novel! I love the science fiction genre! I wish I was better at that genre! I truly love it and I loved the story! Thanks for sharing!

-CW

[dw817]

Ray Bradbury ? Ah-hah, no, I don't think so, but I appreciate the sentiment. :)

I think most of my writing is pretty difficult when I have to rely on building a story completely from scratch or reference, and that's fine. I never claimed to be a great writer, just someone that can recall dreams pretty well - and in that respect, I can write them out with detail as I was actually there.

Whereas Mr. Bradbury may be able to make a full novel out of this short story, I wouldn't be able to as - quite simply - this was all I dreamed of it.

[Marie]

Good story, and with a message: we belong because we are accepted and because we are accepting.

[dw817]

Exactly. I told my doctor about this dream and he said, hold on a sec, this one has a meaning behind it - cause I didn't know at the time. And he said quite similar to what you did. The dream was to teach me to be accepting of others, and in return, no matter how strange I am (and yes I can be at times), I would also be - accepted. :)

[Ilia Epifanov]

Fun! I'd love to get the back story! Maybe a series of stories that would explain the setting. Very entertaining, thank you

[dw817]

Hi Danny. Glad you like it. As I told Tworeeler, there is no backstory, per se. Basically I had a memory that we were abandoned here out of spite, the house was over 100-years old built by other people who were stranded on the planet, but had since 'changed' into other alien beings.

And this is not the first time I've seen large UFOs in my dreams. I dreamed of one a few nights ago but I'm not permitted to record it so I don't have too much information on it other than it was really big, shiny, full of pretty lights, and I took a big prismatic elevator to get to the entrance to it.

[Ilia Epifanov]

I know it's a dream, but still, you could use it as the basis for a story. Expand it, add details. And since, like you said, dreams give you background and memories, you could basically invent the world the story takes place in.
Sounds fun)