T. D. Smith
My name is T. D. Smith.
T. D. Smith
My name is T. D. Smith.
"Space Turbo Ultra" Chapter 2!
I've continued writing this story. Here is Chapter 2! Enjoy!
Jake, Tonya’s older brother, her hero, was gone, and that was all there was to it. He had been gone for two years. The last time she had seen him she knew that he was going somewhere far away on a mission for his ambiguous, mysterious agency. But she did not think that as she hugged him in the driveway of their parents’ house, as he backed down the black tar in his silver Acura with its darkly tinted windows that it would be the last time she would ever see him.
Flash forward two years. She thought about Jake every day and their final moments together. Each time she did memories of sensations came flooding back. She remembered what she was wearing that day: her long-sleeved gray hooded sweatshirt with the name of her community college on it. He was clad in a black suit and tie with dark, black sunglasses and an earpiece. She could almost smell his vaguely fruity cologne and the warmth and pressure as he hugged her.
“You take care of the family now, okay?” he had said.
Tonya Towers walked to class on this gray September morning about a year after her first sighting of unidentified flying objects chasing each other in the stars thinking about these events. She had not put her life on hold for the family. She had always known she would start small, slow, at community college and live at home in her parents’ house with her father and younger brother. She and her family her a tight-knit, close group, especially since her mother had passed several years before Jake disappeared. She wanted to stay with them for a while, then transfer, possibly to a big state university, and get a career in a larger city.
She still did not know what she wanted to be when she grew up, though.
So she remained in community college, taking course after course, of different, and various subjects. She loved everything. It was a blessing. It was also a problem. She could not narrow down her interests. She just liked, well, school! If she could become gainfully employed as a lifelong student in America, she would do it. But this was not an option. She needed to choose a field, a career area, and stick with it if she wanted to get anywhere at all in life.
Tonya walked, then, the half mile from her home to the college, as she did every day that classes were in session, on the first morning of the fall semester, to begin her inaugural class of her third year in community college. It began boring and predictable, like every other walk to school had ever been.
Then something weird happened.
“Excuse me, miss, I was wondering if you know the way to the nearest gas station…” asked a tall, odd, bald man in a dark gray suit who came out of the shadowy alley in front of Tonya as she rounded the corner like she always did, one block away from the college.
Several other tall men with mustaches and long, unkempt sideburns crept out of the shadows and inched their way towards the young woman. They wore gray trench coats and fedoras to match their gray suits and dark gray ties, as well as their leathery, sickly looking gray skin. As they approached, a strange feeling came over Tonya. She could feel butterflies fluttering on her insides. The fight or flight response began working within her, yet she felt numb in her extremities and could not move.
“Umm...n-no…” was all Tonya could muster saying, in a breath.
The men smiled, their lips curving ever upward in forced, practiced parabolas as if smiling were something they had had to learn, not something natural, like someone sat them in front of a video of humans smiling and said “here, do that!” They inched ever closer to her. The first tall gray man grabbed her wrist. Tonya struggled, trying to free herself, but found her body completely immobilized.
Suddenly, a stranger’s voice rang out.
“Hey! Stop that! Unhand her!” A young man stepped forward from out of nowhere. He wore red basketball shorts, a black Jimi Hendrix t-shirt, long black that was done up in a ponytail, and a pair of large, square, red sunglasses. He had a red Stratocaster strapped across his back.
The men glanced at him and began to quiver in fear, as if recognizing the young man. Still, the leader among them remained gripping Tonya’s wrist fast.
“I said,” reiterated the young man, “unhand her. You don’t want any trouble, do you? Just do as I request, please.”
The eyes of the suited men suddenly began to glow hot red. As their leader stepped forward to confront the man with a guitar, the others began foaming, frothing from their mouths. Bubbly, effervescent saliva poured down their chins from out their mouths and they made a loud hissing noise. Tonya was terrified.
“What say do you have in what we do?” the leader of the suited men in dark gray hissed. “You are out of your jurisdiction here on this backwater planet!”
The young man smiled and shook his head.
“I’m afraid you have it all wrong. Now, listen here. You let that girl go, turn around, and leave this town and this planet, and I’ll not trouble you. Stay and you’re gonna regret it. Last chance.”
The other three suited men lunged forward at the young man with the electric guitar.
He wasted no time.
Pulling the guitar around from over his shoulder and clutching the instrument by its neck, he swung it and struck each of the men with great force right square in the chest, knocking them backward with a loud twang of a chord. Each man split straight down the middle from their skulls to their toes, their formal garments ripped and torn. A spew of black blood burst from each of them and their bodies crumpled.
At this, the leader let go of Tonya’s wrist and, in a wild rage, stepped forward swinging at the young man armed with a musical instrument of rock n roll. When he did so, the man’s appearance changed to Tonya, for his attention was full on his enemy, and he no longer projected his psychic hold on the girl. She could neither believe her eyes, nor could she believe that she had ever believed that the being attacking her who had held her wrist was a human man! He now appeared as a tall gray-suited, gray skinned alien with bulbous, enormous, almond-shaped black eyes. His head was humongous, round, tapering at the neck. Sharp teeth jutted out from his frothing mouth as he leapt forward towards the young man.
The young man reeled his guitar around, his time holding it like a proper musician would, and aimed the neck at the assailing alien. With a strong downward strum of the strings a resounding C-chord played as if hooked up to an amp, and a bright, fiery laser bolt flew forth from the end of the neck of the guitar, hitting and disintegrating the violent alien before it ever reached him. The gray skinned extraterrestrial was reduced to a pile of smoldering ash topped by a glinting silvery-gray tie pin.
Tonya stood transfixed in fear and astonishment for a few moments before the young man slung the guitar back over his shoulder and brushed off his clothing from the humanoid dust that had blown onto him at the apex of his altercation with the alien man.
“They won’t be troubling you any more, no sir!” the young man said, smiling. He had perfect, white teeth. Something about him was likable. He seemed nice and rugged, handsome even, if dangerous and terrifying based on what Tonya had just witnessed him doing.
The man stood smiling at the young woman for a few moments, attempting to make some small talk. Tonya’s heart rate increased and she found herself blushing. She kicked herself on the inside and felt embarrassed that this was the case.
Presently, the man looked down at his watch and gasped then jumped in the air a bit.
“Shit!” he exclaimed. “I’m going to be late for school!” then he took off running down the road and turned a corner, vanishing from Tonya’s sight.
As Tonya stood, puzzled and dazed for a few moments, the wind picked up. Looking down, she saw the sudden burst of cool air with a hint of a coming autumn whisk the alien-dust up and away. The other bodies faded gradually, like a film fading into the next scene. Tonya rubbed her eyes in disbelief of what they were showing her. But the bodies were gone.
After a few moments Tonya continued on the rest of the way to her community college. She was only a few minutes late to class. Once she began her day of academic studies it continued normally, with nothing bizarre or otherworldly happening the rest of the day.
New Story, "Space Turbo Ultra"
I am writing a new story. I'm not sure if it's a short story or if it will turn into a novel. I had initial ideas for it years ago when I first saw the anime FLCL. Now that FLCL is back with a new season, my inspiration is once again renewed and I am finally writing this story! Here is Chapter 1 for your enjoyment!
The truth was, there had always been alien visitors to Earth.
This had been the case since the very dawn of mankind and before. The Aztecs, Ancient Egyptians, and numerous, countless other civilizations had met them. Encountered them. There is even Biblical evidence of such. One has only to look at the experiences that Ezekiel or Isaiah wrote down, codified as encounters with the divine for evidence of extraterrestrial beings, humanoid and otherwise, coming to and making contact with ancient humans.
Tonya Towers knew this very well. She would never forget what she saw that night when she looked up into the sky. She knew what she saw. She also knew no one would ever believe her, so she told no one.
That cold, dark, night, she had stepped out onto the back patio like she always did. She would let the darkness and the cold fill her, take her difficulties away. She was a star, a planetary body, adrift in the cold vacuum of space all around her. She would stare up at the stars and realize just how infinitesimally small, how materially insignificant she and all other humans floating about on their tiny rock were. At first, this thought brought with it a certain terror, but that quickly subsided, making way for a deep comfort; for if their entire lives were insignificant next to the life and vastness of the cosmos, then so, too were their troubles, their worries, their fears. Tonya’s fears would dissipate, disintegrate, and her anxiety, fear, and frustration that came along with the unresolved disappearance of her brother, along with all her other typical worldly woes would fade away, at least temporarily. The relief was sweet and she embraced the cold as it chilled both her and her problems.
That night, as Tonya gazed into the stars, she witnessed a formation of light dots (military planes, though she could not tell such in the dark) flying in a v-shape behind a brighter, larger disc-shaped yellow light that pulled in front of the others. The dots in formation looked to be trying to catch this larger object, as if involved in some high-altitude police car chase. Tonya gazed upward in awe, her jaw hanging.
The planes, the smaller, dimmer dots, seemed to gain on the large, luminous sphere, and broke formation, forming a perimeter around the UFO. But then, the object suddenly grew brighter and brighter until FLASH!
The larger, spherical, glowing ball took off, launching forward into the night sky, elongating into a silent streak across the blackness and stars, leaving a rainbow colored trail in its wake. Then it was gone. The other dots hovered hesitatingly for a few minutes thereafter, then dissipated, diverged, and disappeared over a dark horizon.
Tonya told no one, but began writing about her sighting in a notebook.
Several days later, Tonya observed large, long cylindrical objects floating in the air high above her school as she walked home one afternoon. They were dark brown and cigar-shaped. She scrambled for her phone to take a picture, but as soon as she had the camera app pulled up and ready to snap, the cigar-shaped ships had maneuvered behind clouds, effectively avoiding her taking a snapshot, and the F-16’s that flew by slowly, as if looking for them.
Tonya jotted down this experience and others she had over the course of the next year down in her notebook, too.
She told no one of her experiences. No one at all. They would laugh at her, she knew it, call her crazy.
And then the craze began. Sightings in copious amounts began a year to the date after her first sighting occurred. People were seeing UFOs, aliens, and utterly bizarre and strange things all over the city, every day, sometimes multiple times a day.
It was in the news. It was in the gossip. It was all the rage.
Tonya still told no one of her own experiences.
Life got stranger and stranger in her small town, appropriately named Tiny Town. The sightings increased, and the nature and severity of the encounters with alleged beings from beyond Earth surged. People, not just in Tiny Town, but all across the nation and the world began seeing UFOs in the sky. They were worried. They were nervous. What was going on? Surely, an invasion was imminent.
They were not wrong. For a war was going on above them. This war had started nearby eons and eons ago and raged on, moving outward from their tiny dust speck of a planet and encompassing other worlds, star systems, and entire galaxies. Now the war was finally coming full circle and was inching closer and closer back to Earth. Battles that raged in the stars and the clouds would soon be happening on Earth’s very soil.
Finally, young Tonya Towers was pulled into the battle of galactic scale and intrigue and found herself caught right in the middle of it.
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