THE SUPERB APPENDAGE, THE VIOLATED GIRAFFE & THE SCHIZOPHRENIC CATERPILLAR (THAT COULD ONLY CRAWL BACKWARDS)
By Erich H. Krycek
Introduction
This story is partly my own work, but it also centres around the experiences of Alex Krycek while he was trapped inside of the missile silo in North Dakota. Please Review!
At the time of writing this introduction, I am unsure as to whether or not anything like this has ever been written before. My intention in writing the story was to be very abstract and surreal, creating a plot that makes no sense whatsoever while making complete sense. There is great deal of symbolism in here, much of which I even have no idea what it means. The ideas and events came to me in short "visions". Others are loosely based off dreams I've had.
However strange some of the occurrences in the story are, I can ensure you that there is meaning and plot behind them. It's just a matter of deciphering what I've written by analyzing it and taking it for what it's worth. Even when considering the details that I have no idea of the exact meaning, I know that there is meaning behind them. They all mean something to me.
That being said, I must note that I was inspired to write this by the works of David Firth and David Lynch. Films and cartoons that have been made in this surreal kind of format have worked, and I was compelled with wonder on if the same effect could work in written short story format.
Prologue
A magnificent horizon spawning much color was the glory of the night. It was void of any fogged defect; cloudless and brilliant. The moon was but half full, lacking superstition and fright. The stars; plentiful and bright. They twinkled like glorified gems which would never be thwarted.
Underneath were the endless plains which were untainted. They were smooth with not even a tree or flower in sight. The grass was a beautiful green which demanded existence alone in its own right.
Standing on these plains was Alex. He was bare naked like a baby, moving not a muscle. Instead he remained frozen, staring up at a star which was abnormal in size. He was awaiting his boss whom he had to report to and explain his own certain inequities.
The abnormal star demanded to be seen, like gold amongst silver dollars. No star had appeared so massive in many generations. It was the pride of the night.
The enormous star suddenly began to move. Then Alex started to blink. Slowly the star seemed to gain much more mass, as it sped to the right and to the left, nearly faster than the eye could see. It was coming towards the Earth, getting lower and lower to the ground.
Continuing this phenomenal activity, the moving star finally settled not far above the grass. It was pure white and turned the night nearly into day, almost blinding Alex as he squinted his eyes. The star was like a sphere and had a span of two meters.
Alex prostrated himself to the star, bowing down to it as if it were a king. Then it underwent a transformation. Slowly it morphed, taking human form. The brightness was no more, and the star was now an elderly man with gray hair. The man was dressed in a navy blue business suit with a red tie. He puffed on a cigarette which had once been a burning spark.
"I... I...," stuttered Alex. "I know that I've offended you. But please... p-please. It will not happen again."
"No it will not," replied the man. "For I am sending you away so that you may learn your lesson. How dare you trespass me!"
Alex began to whimper. Then he grabbed hold of the man's pants and hugged them close. However, the man with the cigarette did not like beggars.
"No!" screeched Alex. "Don't do this!"
"You were warned of this," the man remarked. "And now you have nothing to answer for. How do you justify your actions?"
The man took another drag off his cigarette and grimaced as he waited for Alex's answer. It was an answer which Alex could not give.
"Goodbye, Alex," said the man. "Have fun."
Neither of the two men said anything more. In a heartbeat, both vanished from the plains, out of sight. Now only the crickets could be heard. Even they could not imagine the place where Alex had vanished to. Oh how he wished that he was still on the grass with them!
The plains remained peaceful for a short period with no one around to disturb it. Then a small breeze blew through the land, brushing along the grass. A screeching sound could be vaguely heard aways away. It sounded like a bird being slaughtered.
Some of the curious crickets followed the haunting sound for miles. The irritating noise was coming not from a bird, but from an old and battered metal sign which stood out of the ground creaking in the wind.
The sign was not located perched on any grass, instead it was in snow. An improbable and sudden divide occurred between the grass and the snow. The snow was on one side, but not the other. There was no balance. Even the sky was divided between night and day. The night was contrasted to the day, and the day to the night. There was not a blend of light, instead a sudden burst. The grass had the night, and the snow had the day. However, the day was not beautiful like the night, instead it was clouded and diluted.
Just centimeters away from the land divide the wobbling sign was perched. Written in shiny red letters were the words:
"AUTHORIZED PERSONAL ONLY - VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED - NOTRESPASSING"