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This is the first proper wee story I've written in years, I've only been writing rhymes
Rebecca Gowalsky, missing since tuesday the 23rd of september, her picture was all over the school, all over the villiage in fact, it was overwhelming, everyone was talking about her, how she had been a class a student, she had been a goodie two shoes, always kept her head in the books, always got great grades, never got up to any funny business. She looked down on those dudes like mike, who got stoned at the weekends and did magic mushrooms every halloween, those kids who got jiggy with it behind the prinicples office after school, she had no time for any funny business at all, she wasnt everybodies cup of tea at maryland high school, but over the past month she had become the topic of conversation at every lunch time get together, every after school joint smoking circle, even the special kids in miss lynnes class were making efforts to talk about her, maryland high just could not get over her loss, and the events leading up to it...


Rebecca had been doing well in school since first year, known by a few friends as a reliable girl, a good studyer, and a kind of a stew, a snob to others, she looked down her nose at drug users, and she stuck to the script, going by the rules at all times. It surprised everyone when she started talking of lights in the sky and alien beings visiting her. The thing was that she maintained her hatred of drugs and her a grades right up until she dissappeared, writing her master thesis in science on flying saucers and actually getting an a in it, gaining the interest of the military due to the complexity of the methods of flight she was describing. This was a case of incredible scrutiny by the maryland army base, how did she know these things, even the proffessors of physics and chemistry were astounded by her knowledge of gaseous exchanges only discovered that year, and her way of connecting the compounds to produce pollution free hyper dimensional flight physics. She was already the talk of the school before she dissappeared, and when she did, everyone was shocked, bar a few conspiracy nuts who knew the aliens where going to take her to zupton to create a master race of humanoid alien beings on their planet, a few hillbillies and pot smokers reported seeing lights in the sky over the area in the weeks leading up to her dissappearance.

Mike could care less, he had always disliked rebecca and was glad the aliens had taken her, now he could get on with his seven skinner joint in peace, not have to listen to her preachin ass chattin shite about psychosis from the mushrooms he only took once a year anyway.
“Johnny, throw us up that gear there man”
“no bother mike “
Big L bumped in the stereo, “Everybody wanna be like mike, but mike wanna be like L” were the lyrics coming from the late great poet of our time, as mike reflected on his day doing a successful amount of drug dealing around maryland. He was proud of himself, since he managed to bypass his grass contact for the dude who supplied him straight from the field, driving up with johnny to the countryside and getting his hands on four fresh afghani hashplants for like half the price of a normal ounce from philly. Ah the wonders of homegrown. He had just cut up the plants and hung them up to dry in his newly aquired bachelor pad, him and johnny had started renting out after graduating earlier in the year. If he sold this stuff to his customers down in the docks when it dried, he would make a two hundered percent profit, and that would be enough money to get a playstation 3, so he could play teken 6, finally after like a whole year waitin for it!

“Did you get the lights hooked up down there lad?”
“Naw man, we need a wire, its fucked up I nearly got a shock, defied death there for the third time today haha”
“ aw man that badger doesnt count, he was hardly gonna hurt you”
“that fucker was an angry bastard mike! Im tellin ye your lucky you got away the speed you were going”
“Aw man im the king of badger escapism, call me mr, aw whats that dudes name that escaped those chained up straight jackets underwater and shit?
“Dunno fuck hi”

“aw fuck it man, so whats the craic with you and jennifer then, are youz back together or what?”
“Aye but its on bad terms hi, we canne trust each other not to cheat”
“by the looks of your neck its good enough terms hi, haha those lovebites man, you think youd feed the woman”
“You should see what she did down here “
“aaaaahhh you horn dog hahah”
“hi pass that joint man , pass it to the nigga on yo left!”
“ its good shit hi, well be seein aliens next man!”
“hi , we pick them mushrooms next tuesday down on the golf course and well be seein aleins bro”
“what the fuck happened that bitch man, she pure made all those things, those discoveries about flyin saucers and shit , I heard the army are makin a real one now, and shes just gone hi, what the fuck!”
“i dunno mike, but you know allyn told me he seen a light in the sky the other night just hoverin there like, and thats just down the road! “
“spooky shit hi”
“your tellin me man , I wont beable to sleep tonight”
“ imo smoke the rest of this shit up and hit the hay man, its proper good shit innit”
“aw aye it is boy, fuck me its good shit”


Just that night, as mike drifted off to sleep, low and behold, a light appeared in the sky, and mike saw it, he had blurry vision, but he saw it float up to the window, he saw the window open, he saw himself start to float towards the window, and then he was inside the fuckin thing!

Once he was in there, he was confronted by this beautiful woman, with blonde hair, and a pointy chin, big black beautiful eyes and greenish skin that was so velvet soft he could feel it forever....
this girl kissed him on the cheek, and laid him down on a table, he felt the cold metal touch his belly as she brought what looked like a dildo up to his belly button, and it went inside, Mike started freakin out, screamin and thrashin his body around, but the woman was freakishly strong and she held him in the spot, he couldnt move, she just held him there effortlessly, and she stuck her tongue in his mouth as he screamed, it travelled down his throat and hit a nerve, he screamed and screamed but it was silent screaming, he could make no noise. The aliens tormented him with instruements, even rectally probed him, and when he woke up the next morning, he started screaming, but he was hoarse, like he had laryngitis. His asshole stung like he just ate a kebab full of curry, and he was covered in marks, there was a huge one where that thing had kissed him on the cheek, when he closed his eyes he could see it.

The days passed and johnny couldnt get mike to stop freaking out, thinking he must have taken mushrooms that night, how could this have happened, he told that dude who sold him the grass but he said he smoked that grass too and it must have been the aliens the girl was talking about. Johnny even went to the police, and he smoked heavy amounts of cannabis daily, this was not a guy who coopperated with police, but they couldnt help him either, and mike ended up in the psychiatric hospital, he just couldnt trust anybody, he thought that johnny was an alien in disguise, and started screaming if he opened the window, and it wasnt long until he dissappeared completely.

As social workers searched the grounds of the hospital, and the curtains flapped in the wind, mike was on the space ship, on his way to the motherland, travelling at hyper speed, he reached the homeworld of the aliens within a few weeks. Once there he was treated like the king of the baboons, he got everything one could want, but he was ina sort of a zoo where these strange alien creatures would approach him and poke him with stick like objects. He longed for human contact, anyone would do, and to his surprise, after five days in this zoo, he was introduced into the new sancutary, the large open space filled with grass and chairs and tables and macdonalds resteraunts, it was like a blueprint of a city street, which these aliens must have drawn up from their studies on earth. There was a path through it all, and he followed the path to the very end, and there, sat upon a golden throne sat Rebecca Gowalsky. The bitch.

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