Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Graffiti

This is a story I started to create this morning at the bus stop. So naturally a bus stop is where our story begins. This is really only the first chapter of the tale so sorry for the awkward ending.



Audrianna hurried down the sidewalk to the bus stop. She was already late and if she missed the next bus she wouldn't get credit for class that day. The sun glinted in the cerulean sky as a gust of wind danced by her and enchanted her long dark locks to do a dance of it's own, right in front of her face. Trying to regain control of her hair, she ran her fingers through the strands when suddenly she felt a burst of pain and her head jerked to the left. Her ring had attached itself to a nice little patch of her hair, and seemed determined to hold on. She placed the notebook that was in her hand, under her right arm, and craned her neck down to try to free her left hand that seemed to be super glued to her scalp. The fact that her hand was stuck to her head, like a never ending game of Simon Says, would make one concur that the logical response would be to stop, fix the problem, and then continue. Though, when in a hurry, one does not always do the logical thing, thus Audrianna's attention was not on where she was walking. 

Her foot, which was blockaded by a particularly uneven piece of pavement, failed to move forward, and in return caused her to plummet to the Earth just as the ring let go. Her notebook did a pirouette and twirled to the ground, while Audrianna, did a face plant. While just about kissing the sidewalk, she came face to face with some graffiti that wasn’t there the day before. Her hand landed right next to a handprint that, with the initials of OG seemed to be the artists' signature. Placing her palm upon the print she found that the artists palm was quite a bit bigger than her own. She reached for her notebook. The pads of her fingers enclosed around the spiral just as her ring gently brushed the ground and surface of the drawing. 
The ring started to pulse as feeling of weightlessness came over her, and incomprehensible flashes of light in a spectrum of colors blared in front of her blue eyes. The feeling of weight came back but she felt lighter somehow, also, the temperature was warmer. As she looked around the gleam of metal and glass met her eyes. She was in a busy city, but like none she had ever seen or been in before. Strange metal objects moved through the air and it seemed that every inch of the city was clean. She was surrounded by buildings with architecture that was seemingly impossible, and strange digital signs were everywhere. Everything she saw was foreign to her. Even the people were dressed strange. A reflection in one of the windows made her look upward, and her heart just about stopped. She was looking at two blinding balls of light. Two suns, she was looking, at two suns. Audrianna wondered how was this even possible, but before she could even contemplate the existence of binary stars, there was a deep blast of noise and something tackled her to the ground. A tall blonde girl, with short hair that spiked in the back, rolled off her. 

“You crazy?" The blonde girl squinted her bright emerald eyes at Audrianna. "What on Bina were you standing in the middle of the path for? The bots are killing enough of us as it is, we don’t need to be killing our own. How'd ya even get there anyway?"

“I don't know. I was at the bus stop and then… I ended up in the middle of the street… or path.”

“Bus stop? You mean transportation? But don’t be daft you can’t transport into the middle of the path. Operating Generators are specifically programed to only transport you to a safe place. It’s a part of the program, you can’t override it, and trust me I would know. You couldn't have used a billyom, because those can't open until you get to your designated spot. Unless there's an emergency, but if that was the case, there'd be a lot more of us around wouldn't there. And tielyas like billyoms wont open either. I mean, I barely had the pass codes to get in myself… Sorry, being rude, names Kaley. You are?"

"Audrianna."

"So, Audrianna.  Since you're obviously unaware of how you got here; let's start with where you came from?"

“Provo, I was at bus stop on 1720 North.” 

“Oh! Is that a lodging? No wonder I haven’t heard of it. What city is it in?”

“Provo… in the state of Utah." 

“State? You mean like a state of mind?”

“No... like one of the 50 United States of America... on the planet Earth.”

Kaleys jaw dropped. “Earth… you mean like a planet from another galaxy?" She looked at Audrianna with skeptical excitement. "How did you get here?”

“That is a really, really good question. All I know is I was at the bus stop picking my notebook off the ground and then my ring started vibrating, a bunch of lights flashed and next thing I know I’m on Tatooine. 

Eyes fixed on the ring, Kaley slowly asked “That circlet. May I see it?”

Audrianna held out her hand, and Kaley took a moment to examine the ring. 

“Wow. This is amazing. It’s like a transporter but way more complex.”

“So does that mean I can get back home?" 

“Possibly, but it looks like it needs to recharge.”

“Recharge? How do I charge it? Does it take batteries or do I need something stronger like Dilithium crystals or Plutonium?”

Kaley raised an eyebrow, “Well there are many ways, but my guess is all it needs is time.“

“Time?”

“Yes. Well, time and heat. This right here looks like an energy cycle, so all you have to do is put it on your finger and the heat from your body should reenergize it. But in the meantime tell me about your planet. It must be really advanced by the looks of the circlet.”

Audrianna looked up at the hovering ships filled with people. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything more advanced than this place.”

“Really? This looks like it’s almost all made out of pure amoragh and Nepci. Who made this circlet?"

"I don’t know, I found it in my jewelry box, my mom must have put it in there."

"Your Mum? You saw her put it in your box or she told you she did?"

"Well, no, but no one else could have done it. I keep my jewelry locked and hidden. Plus, if it was someone else they would want to take my stuff, not give me things. Unless someone wanted to get rid of me, or kill me. The first they definitely succeed at. Although, I don't know, I could be dead. This would be an interesting afterlife, and," gesturing at the notebook in her left hand. "I guess you can take things with you. Hm, who knew?" 
Though, I think I'm going to stick to the theory that this is all a dream and that I'm probably laying unconscious at the bus stop. Hopefully I didn't do any lasting damage to my head, but I mean, if I can create this place, something's got to still be working." 

"You're not dreaming."

"How do you know? You're probably just a figment of my imagination."

"Well first." Kaley took a chunk of Audrinna's arm between two fingers and squeezed hard.

"Ouch!"

"And second, when dreaming you don't know your dreaming, and when you do know your dreaming you wake up right afterward because you're already partially awake. And third, I'm way too magnificent to have come out of your head. So assuming by the fact that you're still here, I'd say you're not dreaming"

"Okay then, what am I supposed to do now?"

"Let's show that circlet of yours to Evan. He'll know what to make of it."

"Sure. Why not? I'm just on an extremely distant planet and…" comprehension dawned. "Wait that would make me the alien." Incredulous delight spread across Audrianna's face and then she exclaimed in a deadpan manner. "Take me to your leader."

4 comments:

  1. You have to hear Rachel read this out loud to get the full effect of how British the aliens sound. It is just like the Empire on Star Wars. Why do aliens often sound British? Maybe it is because it is the strangest sounding language that we can understand.

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  2. WOW! This is fantastic! How long did it take you to come up with this story?

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  3. Ah! Rachel! I love to read your blog!

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  4. David-You are too kind. I think the reason they have British accents is partly because I love British accents and partly for a reason not yet known. Although the strange sounding thing is probably correct as well. Now that I think about it in the beginning I think I was going for strange and it sort of came out British.

    Kelli-Thanks! This took me a day (and part of a morning to edit it) to come up with and write. Which is the best excuse I have for any and all bad grammar.

    Madison- Thank you as well! I also enjoy reading your blog.

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