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Young Fiction

December 16, 2012

Editor’s Note:  Yeah, we chase the youth demographic, just like everybody else.

The author with his dog, Max.

The author with his dog, Max.

The Diamond Hunter

by Tin Tin Nelson

© Copyright 2012

 

I wake up the day before Christmas Eve and it is snowing. Everybody is going outside and having fun in snow. No one is home.   Mom, dad, my little brother and my little sister are went shopping for Christmas. Mom left two big waffle and a big sausage. It is pretty good. Mom is gonna be back about 3:30 because I have basketball practice today at 4:30-6:00.

Back from practice it is already 7:30. So I go to my room and lay on my bed. The next day I wake up and , “ It’s Christmas Eve”, I say to myself on the bed. That day is one of my favorite days because I get to go snowboarding with my best friend.  Then, after I come back it is already 8:30.

Mom says, “ Steve, go to bed! And no facebook, twitter, instagram. Okay?

Okay, “I say.

The next morning, I hear something that sounds like a puppy, and it sounds like something that comes from under my bed.  It is a dog.  I yell from upstairs, “Mom!! Whose dog is this?”

She says, “You didn’t fill out Christmas list.  So I had to get something. It’s yours!”

“Mom, I don’t want this.”

“You better get it. That’s what I got for you.” Mom says, “It’ll be alright sweetie.  Don’t worry.”

I’m like, “Okay. I’ll try.”

“What kind of dog is this?” I ask.

“Mom says, “I don’t know.”

“How the heck you don’t know what kind of dog is this?”

I try to be friendly with the dog because he is mine and I have to take care of him.  I name him Max.

The next morning I wake up at about 5:30.  Max is barking and makes me wake up.  He wants me to go walking with him. But I’m still pretty sleepy.  “I can’t go,” I say.  But I have to go because Max will get upset.

Two weeks later after winter break, I am walking to school and I leave Max outside.  Max tries to go after me.  School is about a five minute walk.  It is sunny and about 78 degrees.  It’s pretty weird that it is 78 degrees in winter.

Back from school, I find Max isn’t at home  I look around the house.  “There you are.”  He is in my parent’s bedroom.  The jewelry box is messed up.  But it seems like everything is fine in the house.  Mom is home.

“Hi honey.”  I run downstairs.  “How was school?” She asks.

“Pretty good.  Max tried to run after me.”

“Well.  Not good.”

“Yep.  Hey!  Can I take Max for a walk?”

“Yes.  You have done your homework.”

“Alright, thank you.”

I feed him a piece of baloney before I take him for a walk.  Dad just gets back, and it seems like he got a different car, that he told me he was going to get.  “What kind of car do you have?”

“A black and yellow Ford Mustang GT BOSS 302.  I like it better than Mom’s white Porsche.”

He got it from Pittsburg, the same town Wiz Khalifa is from!

About a month after Christmas the news is that three people are killed in town each day.  The police find out that it’s Aliens.  But one day, a lady isn’t killed, because she wears so much jewelry.  So I go back home every day after school and I go on my computer and research about it.  But it says Aliens are not real.  No one has ever seen an Alien before.

I research about it for 10 months and stop.  Also, I just find out my dog is a dachshund.  Because he has gotten very long!

Every day I go walk with Max.  It seems like he always wants to go under the bridge.  I don’t know why.  Maybe a dead animal’s body is there?  I don’t know why Max is upset about wanting to go there.  But I say, “No, you can’t go there.  It’s too dangerous, okay?  Alright we gotta go home now, okay?”

I go to school the next morning, and I feel ready to study.  Third period comes up and it’s Mr. Thompson’s class.  It’s science and I eat lunch afterwards every day.  But it seems like Mr. Thompson never goes to lunch.  It’s pretty weird that he is not eating his lunch.

One time I am at the grocery store and I see him getting tons of meat.  And I ask him, “What are you doing with all that meat?”

“To give to the zoo animals,” he says.

“That’s nice,” I say.

Back from school, Max is barking.  And I don’t know why.  And it is annoying me. I ask him, “Why?  What is the matter?”

Max says, “We  need to go under the bridge now, because the diamond is deposited under the bridge.  Before the aliens are all over town in 3 days.”

“You can talk,” I say.

“We need to get moving,” Max says.

“What should we do first?” I ask.

“Well, first go get a rope, knife, and dynamite.  We need to borrow your dad’s car.”

So I ask dad and he says, “Yes, but don’t go over 180.  Okay?”

“Okay,” we say.

The car can go about 220 mph anyway.  I get in the car with Max and we drive to the bridge.  In one minute I am already there!  Max tells me where to put the dynamite and where to attach it.  The dynamite explodes, leaving a very big hole!  Max and I look down the hole.  The hole is sloped at 45 degrees.  It is pretty shiny.  After that, Max is in first.  He asks me to follow.  I unroll the rope so I can use the rope to go faster.  “There is the diamond!” I exclaim.

Max is the only one who can read the instructions, which are in a different language.  “It says that you need to get gold.  That’s it!  And mix it up with the diamond.”

The next day is Saturday.  I wake up and get as much gold as fast as I can.  I have just enough gold to mix with the diamond.  And we’re ready.  “Which Alien are we to kill,” I ask Max.

“Mr. Thompson, because he is the boss of all the Aliens,” says Max.

“No way,” I say.

“Way,” Max insists.

“Let’s go,” Max says.

That night there are no more Aliens around.

Photo by Carl Nelson

From the Editor’s Perch

September 1, 2011

FRYING SAUCERS

 

In case you’ve been wondering, ‘what’s the hold-up on the postings’?  Your editor, besides becoming a proud father, is also directing/shooting/editing a short movie written by Scot Bastian called Frying Saucers.  …It’s the deep South on a hot day.  BOB comes by to have a talk with his friend SLIM regarding some thoughts he’s been having, concerning, “Patterns.  Patterns which explain a few things.” …Mystery seems to have enveloped the small Southern town of Colby Junction.  We had a good response to both stage productions.  So we thought we’d try our chances with this short movie.

Scot Bastain plays BOB and Jorj Savage plays SLIM. 

P. S.  Rita is still plugging along.

Slim struggles to get his mind around what Bob is saying.

"I've come across a few patterns. Patterns which explain a few things."

 
 
 
 
 
Mysteries Abound in this Short Movie

Photos by Carl Nelson

 

Work, work, work… with Rita Andreeva

July 6, 2011
Alien Abductions Are Loud, Bright Affairs

“How Can You Sleep Through All This Noise?”

“After I came to the US I learned that when aliens talked to people they often did that in the woods and appeared as snakes and deer. So that time when I was talking to a snake I could have been talking to an alien.

I realized that I didn’t feel any worse toward snakes, but suspected that it made more sense if I talked to an alien.

I started driving to the woods at night to watch the sky for aliens.

I saw tons of UFOs and it made me angry when I went to UFO club meetings. No one there believed that one could just see UFOs all the time. Well, I did. I lived in Tukwila then. I saw UFOs from my window, and I drove to the woods in North Bend and saw them there too. I saw them almost every day. My reality became very unreal.  Well, not unreal, but universal. I’d look up wherever I was and see a UFO, and  I’d know it was one, because it darted off real fast, or stop, or do weird stuff. I invited a couple of people with me to witness what I saw, and they saw it too. But they had a strange reaction, all of them, they got scared and wanted to leave right away. Me, I stayed there, all by myself, I wanted to know who those beings were and what they were doing and why. I tried to talk to them. I learned Morze code to do that, so I could signal them with a flash light. By then no one would be willing to go with me. They’d still go to the stupid meetings and discuss why the US government was hiding information about them and how to get it. I kept saying, “Why not ask the aliens?”  Well, I ended up the only one asking them, everyone else preferred to just discuss it in a safety of someone’s house.

They didn’t tell me a whole lot, but they did tell me it wasn’t any of my business. Ha, ha. At the same time this one alien seemed to like me, so I got a ride in one of them UFOs where they gave me a lesson. The lesson was: they turned off the visual so it seemed I was suspended in space, and they said I had to somehow get from one end of UFO to the other. They probably thought I would cry and give up, but I grabbed to some beams in the ceiling and found out I was weightless, so I got to the other end. Then I asked, “So, do I get the driver’s license or what?” They dropped me off at a park in Tukwila and a scary dude in black robe with red sparkling eyes appeared in a bush and told me to mind my own business. Then the rain started and they all left and my ex-boyfriend came running, breathing hard. I asked him, “Did you see that dude with red eyes?” He said, “Y_y_ yes.” So, I mean, I really had tons of witnesses. In fact, I forgot to mention, the aliens came into our bedroom and took me and my ex-boyfriend couldn’t move, so he missed the flying UFO lesson. I was back by the time he got his bodily movements back and ran out to look for me. I thought it was pretty cool. The next boyfriend was worse, he just conked out and woke up in the morning and never knew nothing. Kind of pissed me off because I tried to keep him awake yelling in his ear, “How can you sleep through all this noise!!!” But he kept on sleeping. We broke up, naturally. We had a fight, I went home. I had a cheap apartment in Des Moines then facing the woods. When I got home there was a huge black wolf standing on my porch. I flipped the light on and off trying to scare him off. Nothing doing. Then suddenly I passed out and woke up remembering a dream where I was walking through the woods and little animals like rabbits were running away and suddenly there was a black wolf or a fox flying up to me and he threw me on the grass and proceeded to rape me in the moonlight. At first I fought him, and then I was like, what the hell, why not.
The wolf’s or the fox’s eyes were huge like human, black and sparkling.
I guess Eva could be a wolf-child.
No wonder she is so talented and is like an alien.
I was hanging out with her today, and she got an awesome haircut. I said I was impressed at how good she understands people, I told her she would make a great manager. I asked her if she ever did an aptitute test. She said she did it in college and it came out like 100% for every possible job, and she asked the woman in attendance, “So what do I do?” And she just spread her hands and said, “Whatever you want.”
Hm.
So I told Eva, whenever in doubt like this, imagine a business you might like to have and start it up and be the boss.
She said that was exactly what she thought she’d like to do, and that she’d already thought of a business and a bank to get a business loan from.
Yeah, I’m the best alien mommy ever!” – Rita

Photo by Carl Nelson (using a professional model)


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