Blogs by Ewell Greeson
My new Novel "AZBOR" coming soon.
5/15/2009 11:28:36 AM
A short piece from my new novel "AZBOR" coming soon.
Gina slowly opened her eyes to complete darkness. The material she lay on was soft and comfortable. She yelled for Ashley and Brad, but there was no answer. Gina put out her hands and began to feel the material around her. She reached down with her feet. The same material was there. She was surrounded by the soft material. Gina pushed at it, but it was like pushing a sponge. Her hand sank into it, but then the material would harden and give no further. She gave up and lay there in the darkness for what seemed like hours.
Her thoughts went to Eric. She reached her fingers to her lips and remembered the electricity when they embraced. Now she would never see him again. She felt a great sadness, and another tear rolled slowly down her cheek.
Something touched her eye. Gina screamed and reached up her hand to brush it away, but whatever it was had disappeared. The tear was gone. It was the damn aliens. It had to be. They wouldn’t even let her cry. Then something else touched her and then another and another. She grabbed one. It squirmed in her hand like a snake. Gina screamed and let it go. She tried to draw up in a ball, but the snakes followed her. They were at her feet, her body, and her head. She felt them around her shoes and then the shoes were gone. They began to probe her belt and clothes. She screamed and cussed at them, but it didn’t do any good. Piece by piece they removed her clothes until she lay naked in the darkness, and then they disappeared.
She began to cry, but the things came back to wipe her tears away. She began to scream again, squirming, kicking, hitting out with her fist, but there was nothing to strike at. The snakes had gone again. Gina was in shock with her eyes tightly closed, trying to put her mind and body somewhere else, anywhere away from the horror.
It had been several minutes since the tentacles had come. Maybe they were through with her. Then suddenly a tentacle touched her foot, and she jerked it up. Then they were swarming all around her. She struck out, but it didn’t do any good. They wound themselves around her legs, arms and head. She couldn’t move.
Smaller tentacles were pulling her mouth apart and going down her throat. She could feel the tentacles inside her body. She couldn’t scream any more. Gina squeezed her eyelids shut as they touched her eyes, but slowly the tiny ends of the tentacles pried her eyelids open. She felt them going up her nose, but there was no pain, no difficulty breathing. Gina had to go to the bathroom really bad, and then the feeling went away.
“Oh my God,” she thought. They are taking care of my waste.
Two dots of light moved toward her eyes. She tried, but she couldn’t close them. The lights became brighter and brighter and then the light was inside her head. The light exploded and in a blink, she was somewhere else. One second she was in the darkness, and then she was in a different place, and she was no longer afraid. She was somewhere bright and open. The wind was on her face. The air was warm and there were strange smells. Gina had never felt better.
Gina turned her head as someone shouted to her. It was a bronzed beast of a man with long arms and huge muscles. She knew the man, she was with him. He was yelling at her in a strange garbled language, but somehow she understood him. A small animal ran toward her. It looked like a deer, but it was covered with fur.
The man was telling her to cut it off. Gina ran to obey, yelling and throwing out her arms. The animal darted back toward the man. The man moved almost as fast as the small animal. His club flashed through the air and the animal was down. Gina ran forward, pulling a stone knife from her belt. She fell on the animal and cut its throat with one swift move. The man grabbed the animal and yelled as he held it overhead.
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