tfkmarauder
04-01-2014, 07:44 PM
Flight
Mike was still a bit uneasy, but Scott said if there was anywhere good to smoke, it was the woods where they did not have to worry about anyone else. Scott was an avid smoker and had pressured mike Into it, who was still very uneasy about it. Colton had decided before hand that he wouldn't smoke, just come a long for the ride, but Scott was still trying to get him to try it. They all piled into Scott's old Toyota Camry around 3 pm and hit the windy mountain roads. For a while they were closed in by sheer rock faces on he left, and tree filled drop offs to the right. Colton admired the scenery and thought it was a shame people waste it's view to get high. But he didn't wan to seem like a wuss in front of his friends.
Scott blasted obscenity-heavy r&b as they flew past other cars who promptly honked or gestured at Scott's driving. Colton and Scott sat in the front and argued about music while mike sat silently in the back, obviously uncomfortable. Mike began to complain about the winding roads and his stomach, so Scott pulled over when there was a cutoff available. They all got out of Scott's car, mike began throwing up in the corner while Colton and Scott talked about girls. When mike finished, Scott suggested since they were already stopped, they might as well smoke. Though colton and mike disagreed, scott pressured them into it as he walked into the deep foliage. They delved into the woods, until there was no sight or sound of the cars on the highway. The woods were filled with small flittering birds and large trees looming overhead. The ground cracked under neath them, caked with dark brown and beige leaves fallen from trees long ago. Scott pulled out a pipe, a dime bag and a lighter. He placed the buds in the end of the pipe and lit up. He took a few long hits and continually blew smoke into Colton's face, attempting to chip away at his new found conscience. They all eventually began smoking and joking around until they were all red in the eyes and laying down in the leaves, staring into the trees.
Suddenly, they heard a strange buzzing. All of a sudden, mike stood up and bolted into the trees, toward the buzzing, laughing crazily and calling his friends to follow. Scott suggested he was high and they chased him into the dense woods, dodging thick trunked trees. They thought they had lost him, until they saw him in an abnormally large clearing, standing and staring up at a house a few feet in front of him. It didn't look broken or deadly, but inviting. As if the chipped white paint and rotting wood had a voice of its own, beckoning them in. The boarded windows seemed to sway in the slight breeze and the small scattered fence posts whispered tantalizing words into their ears. Colton felt a deep chill crawl down his spine, and his eyes returned from their dilated state. Scott turned as if to leave, but felt held back by the small home. The buzzing had grown sharp as they had wandered further into the forest, taking on the pitch of a low dog whistle. Mike turned his head to face them, smiled crazily and burst into the house, promptly slamming the thin door behind him. The door slammed with a deep booming that seemed unnatural. After a second, they heard a loud thumping and cracking, and mikes shrill screams. Deep roars seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere. He was crying Colton's name in a spine tingling fashion. He sounded like a torture victim being stretched upon a rack. The buzzing grew louder and seemed to vibrate everything in the forest. Scott fell to his knees, holding his ears. mikes cries were grating like nails on a chalkboard, and he pulled at his hair. He began yelling as well, though with a voice that was not his own. It was thinner, higher, as if the speaker was unaccustomed to human speech.
Colton stared at the seeming miles until the door and began his trek. One cement weighted step after another. His ears pained him greatly, but he continued. After what felt like years, he reached the door. The sounds melded into a low thudding in his head as he turned the knob of the door. Hist heart was in his head and his stomach was lost on the way to the door. He heard every click and clank of the ancient door knob as its mechanisms began turning, pins aligning and wood creaking. He entered the house, looked up, and vomited as he fell to his knees. There suspended against the roof by an unseen hand, was mike. He was misshaped and his bones seemed to be cracking as something tried to wrench him through the roof, as if this force was unaware of the earths physical laws. He cried louder, and was pulled slowly through he roof, leaving a gaping bloody hole in the the old house. Colton screamed as falling roof tiles crushed his skull. Scott yelled, and ran to the house, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw coltons faded red eyes staring at him, mouth open, head smashed in two, gray matter scattered across the front porch. Blood seeped from the roof and dripped onto coltons dead body, mixing sanguine fluid with vomit. Mike tried to throw up, but instead just heaved and tried to run. The buzzing grew to an unbearable bass tone, as he tripped on trees and fallen limbs. He stopped in the middle of the highway, staring back to were the house should be. He saw an enormous silver disk, something slim and alien, unlike any other thing on earth hovering low above the tree line. Two limp corpses, one decapitated, took flight and were taken into the crisp hover craft. Mike was so filled with awe, he could not hear the honking of the Toyota SUV as it slammed into his body, sending his body crashing against the stone cliffs like a demented rag doll.
The paragraph splits were not planned, but other than that any constructive criticism is welcome, as well as any compliments, this is my first real short story
Ps. Its about aliens if you were confused
Mike was still a bit uneasy, but Scott said if there was anywhere good to smoke, it was the woods where they did not have to worry about anyone else. Scott was an avid smoker and had pressured mike Into it, who was still very uneasy about it. Colton had decided before hand that he wouldn't smoke, just come a long for the ride, but Scott was still trying to get him to try it. They all piled into Scott's old Toyota Camry around 3 pm and hit the windy mountain roads. For a while they were closed in by sheer rock faces on he left, and tree filled drop offs to the right. Colton admired the scenery and thought it was a shame people waste it's view to get high. But he didn't wan to seem like a wuss in front of his friends.
Scott blasted obscenity-heavy r&b as they flew past other cars who promptly honked or gestured at Scott's driving. Colton and Scott sat in the front and argued about music while mike sat silently in the back, obviously uncomfortable. Mike began to complain about the winding roads and his stomach, so Scott pulled over when there was a cutoff available. They all got out of Scott's car, mike began throwing up in the corner while Colton and Scott talked about girls. When mike finished, Scott suggested since they were already stopped, they might as well smoke. Though colton and mike disagreed, scott pressured them into it as he walked into the deep foliage. They delved into the woods, until there was no sight or sound of the cars on the highway. The woods were filled with small flittering birds and large trees looming overhead. The ground cracked under neath them, caked with dark brown and beige leaves fallen from trees long ago. Scott pulled out a pipe, a dime bag and a lighter. He placed the buds in the end of the pipe and lit up. He took a few long hits and continually blew smoke into Colton's face, attempting to chip away at his new found conscience. They all eventually began smoking and joking around until they were all red in the eyes and laying down in the leaves, staring into the trees.
Suddenly, they heard a strange buzzing. All of a sudden, mike stood up and bolted into the trees, toward the buzzing, laughing crazily and calling his friends to follow. Scott suggested he was high and they chased him into the dense woods, dodging thick trunked trees. They thought they had lost him, until they saw him in an abnormally large clearing, standing and staring up at a house a few feet in front of him. It didn't look broken or deadly, but inviting. As if the chipped white paint and rotting wood had a voice of its own, beckoning them in. The boarded windows seemed to sway in the slight breeze and the small scattered fence posts whispered tantalizing words into their ears. Colton felt a deep chill crawl down his spine, and his eyes returned from their dilated state. Scott turned as if to leave, but felt held back by the small home. The buzzing had grown sharp as they had wandered further into the forest, taking on the pitch of a low dog whistle. Mike turned his head to face them, smiled crazily and burst into the house, promptly slamming the thin door behind him. The door slammed with a deep booming that seemed unnatural. After a second, they heard a loud thumping and cracking, and mikes shrill screams. Deep roars seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere. He was crying Colton's name in a spine tingling fashion. He sounded like a torture victim being stretched upon a rack. The buzzing grew louder and seemed to vibrate everything in the forest. Scott fell to his knees, holding his ears. mikes cries were grating like nails on a chalkboard, and he pulled at his hair. He began yelling as well, though with a voice that was not his own. It was thinner, higher, as if the speaker was unaccustomed to human speech.
Colton stared at the seeming miles until the door and began his trek. One cement weighted step after another. His ears pained him greatly, but he continued. After what felt like years, he reached the door. The sounds melded into a low thudding in his head as he turned the knob of the door. Hist heart was in his head and his stomach was lost on the way to the door. He heard every click and clank of the ancient door knob as its mechanisms began turning, pins aligning and wood creaking. He entered the house, looked up, and vomited as he fell to his knees. There suspended against the roof by an unseen hand, was mike. He was misshaped and his bones seemed to be cracking as something tried to wrench him through the roof, as if this force was unaware of the earths physical laws. He cried louder, and was pulled slowly through he roof, leaving a gaping bloody hole in the the old house. Colton screamed as falling roof tiles crushed his skull. Scott yelled, and ran to the house, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw coltons faded red eyes staring at him, mouth open, head smashed in two, gray matter scattered across the front porch. Blood seeped from the roof and dripped onto coltons dead body, mixing sanguine fluid with vomit. Mike tried to throw up, but instead just heaved and tried to run. The buzzing grew to an unbearable bass tone, as he tripped on trees and fallen limbs. He stopped in the middle of the highway, staring back to were the house should be. He saw an enormous silver disk, something slim and alien, unlike any other thing on earth hovering low above the tree line. Two limp corpses, one decapitated, took flight and were taken into the crisp hover craft. Mike was so filled with awe, he could not hear the honking of the Toyota SUV as it slammed into his body, sending his body crashing against the stone cliffs like a demented rag doll.
The paragraph splits were not planned, but other than that any constructive criticism is welcome, as well as any compliments, this is my first real short story
Ps. Its about aliens if you were confused