The thing came it stuck itself to the window, I knew not how, but it came. It wanted to snatch me I knew by the anger in its eyes it, “I’ll go when I get what I want.” it hissed. Yes this is a horror movie it would come on a full moon, fathoming the phantom is hard to do. “I’m gonna scare the shit out of the world but first.” it said, I’m going to scare the shell out of you, by the way it’s December I’ve got to rob Santa next I’m a monster, not a charity, fear the vibrations for I am the dark Alien.”
You Wake Up
You wake up now sunshine, the dream is over silver ships have gone in a blink of waking eyes. It’s just another day at least that is what I thought. This day passed no twists or turns yet, no friend had been told, as I was none too bold already. On the verge of insanity, I thought that not wise plenty of people had been taken away. For verily in my dreams I saw the incubators room after room, cubits of warmers in the pyramid terraces. Incumbents of mysterious enslavement the perfect square you could be altered to disguise and decisive is the aliens journey in the energy centre of time.
It Is The Times
It is the times we now exist in and I know why, where was this day heading over the hill I expect . A group of the others were talking about last night I had told them wrong or right about my dream. I told the gathering it was over and that they (those in the sky ) had been testing us ( the human race ) samples of us is to analyise where we were up to in evolutionary terms and the time of the crossroads had not arrived.
The group jiggled and haggled in conversation a conclusion was not possible anyhow this tiny group upon the hill didn’t believe a word of what I had told them. I parted and shouted to them “which one of you is going to dream of silver disc ships tonight”. The group replied “not me, not me,” in succession until the last one, “see ya” I shouted and with that said they all ventured to whatever they called home. .
