Dark Matter

Dark Matter

Johnny woke up feeling light today. He went out, and everyone seemed to jump down the street, several meter in each jump. He was jumping, too.

Down town the sea level had entered the streets. Some people was going around in the streets with their canoe. He saw colleague Ronald.

Hey, Ronald! He shouted. Ronald saw him, came closer. What’s happening?

The office is under water. There’s no way we’re going to work today.

Why? what’s happened?

No one seem to know, said Ronald. The sea level is just… higher.

Dark matter… I can’t believe it! George was looking at the calculations on the screen.

You better! Said Martin. The calculations was clear, there was no doubt. Gravity is lowered by 50 percent, tides are rising. There’s an invisible field of gravity just outside of earth’s atmosphere… It’s getting closer.

Astonishing! George was thrilled.

When the stain comes close enough it will crash into earth, said Martin with a worried look. It’s the end of the world.

George was jumping up and down in excitement. And we’re here to see it!

Johnny was looking out of the window. Things were leaving ground. Small things at first. Leaves, newspaper, rubbish. Then sticks. Trash cans.

Just when he saw his neighbour coming home in his car, he felt his feet leaving the floor. Mr. Jacobson tried to get out, but he started floating in the air. He held on to his car, screaming for help. No one could help him. In the sky less fortunate people could be seen falling away from earth. The car started floating in the air, falling upwards.

Johnny was standing in the ceiling of his house. It was making strange sounds. It was giving in.

This is it, he thought. Now I’m going to die. The end of the world had come.

Look! Said George. It seems to swallow everything that gets in it’s way. Where do you think it’s going?

Wow, I have no idea, said Marty. He’d already forgotten to worry about the end of the world thing. This was exiting.

The moon, he said with a voice of morbid intrigue. It’s going straight into it.

The tow scientists were watching their screens in silence as the moon came crashing into the stain. A spectacular explosion of another world was seen over earth.

Johnny fell down from the roof. His neighbour to the ground. Other people were falling from high altitudes, yet others got cars and trucks falling in their heads. There was millions of casualties around the globe.

The impact had neutralized the dark matter stain, but the moon was gone forever.

https://www.thrillist.com/culture/what-would-happen-if-the-moon-disappeared-effects-of-the-moon-leaving-earth

http://www.space.com/20930-dark-matter.html

A Destructive Solution

Empathy

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He was looking in the the mirror, freshening up. He had a date today. It felt good. He was used to it, though. Girls used to like him. At first.

She was a cute student girl from the next town. She didn’t know him. Yet. She would. He was going to get laid, he knew that much. One way or another. He was almost hoping she’d say no, it was more fun that way.

He was ready, looking adorable. Prince charming, he was, the girls he met fell like flies. They usually regretted that after a while.

He heard a key in the lock. He froze. It couldn’t be. After so many years, and he hadn’t even changed the locks. Not even after his mother was out of the way.

No. Stupid. Stupid!

I’m ho-oome!

He started shaking. Breathing faster, his eyes flickering. It couldn’t be, but still he knew it was. Only one person had that key.

His father. He was back.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empathy

https://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/psychopathy

Domestic Violence

 

Jörmungandr

Jörmungandr

There had been no wind for many days. Twenty hard men was rowing day and night. This night everything was black. No stars, no moon. Just darkness.

The waves rose. First a little bit, then more, harder.

We’re too far west! Shouted Haraldr. He was one of the oldest on the boat, and second in command. We can’t go further. The World Serpent could be lurking!

There is no such thing! Lefr responded. But the sea went higher and higher. He started doubting his new beliefs.

A face appeared from the waves. Huge, like the sea itself. It rose above them. A creature of another world. The world of gods and giants, of powers beyond understanding. Jörmungandr. The Serpent of Midgard.

Turn! Shouted Leifr. Turn, we have to turn! The men rowed, as hard as they could. There was no way. No way to turn, no way to get back. The Snake was over them. It controlled the waves, moved the boat where ever it wanted. Played with them. A creature of death and destruction. They were doomed.

The wind rose even more. Thunder. Lightning. Thórr. Jörmungandr lifted it’s head, ready to strike. A lightning bolt pierced into it. It turned. Looking towards the skies. The men could hear the thunder rolling. Thórr’s wagon. The hooves of his bucks. The deafening cracks of his hammer.

The storm was savage. The waves where high as mountains. A fight between gods. The men fell. All control was lost. The boat was thrown around through the seas. Another lightning bolt. Another. Another. They heard the terrifying roars of the snake. It could no longer be seen.

The storm calmed down. They were lost, far away in the sea. The sun rose.

Land! Land ahead!

The new land was different from the lands they knew from before. Everything was bigger. The trees. Even the blueberries.

If we find our way home, we can bring more people and make a settlement here, said Leifr.

Do you think people will dare to go on such a dangerous trip? Said Haraldr skeptically. I don’t think big blueberries will be enough.

Hmm… I guess you’re right. Leifr thought for a while. Got it! From today this land will be called Wineland. That should cut it.

In this moment Harald remembered why he always went with Leifr on these crazy trips. The man was a genius.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leif_Erikson

https://poweredbyrobots.com/2017/04/13/blood-in-the-depths/

Odin’s Visit

Monastery

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Maria, Juan and Guillermo goes to visit an old monastery ruin. It’s mostly fallen down, but some walls still stands.

Imagine the strange lives these women had, said Maria.

Not like yours, that’s for sure, says Guillermo teasing.

Haha, says Maria sarcastically. Funny. You’ve slept with more guys than I have.

That is true, my love, he laughs.

Look! Juan is pointing at the ground.

There is a necklace half buried in the sand underneath the highest wall. Maria picks it up. It looks old.

I wonder who it belonged to. Probably one of the nuns… She looks up. There’s a window far above.

Maybe it fell from there?

Maybe… Said Guillermo.

Dolores and Antonio was standing on the bottom of the road leading up to the monastery, saying goodbye.

Dolores had been forced by her parents to enter the monastery when they found out she’d been seeing a boy in the village. She had been living there for two years now. She hated it. Sor Angustias was always yelling at her, always criticizing. She even hit her some times.

Dolores started walking up the road. There was no time, Sor Angustias would be angry.

Will I see you again? Antonio asked.

Maybe, she said with a smile.

When?

She stopped for a moment, looking over her shoulder. She really liked this boy.

Wait for me tonight, when the sun sets. On the other side of the valley. She ran up the road to the monastery. Sor Angustias was already calling her.

Antonio was thrilled. He knew it was a great sin to desire a nun in this way, but he didn’t care. She was the most amazing girl he’d ever met.

They had seen each other on the street lately. He had been watching her, stunned by her beauty. The way she moved. She was no ordinary nun, that’s for sure. She was a star.

Quite a view they must have had. Maria is looking up on the windows high up above her. Even from down here you can see the whole valley. Up there it must have been amazing.

Sor Angustias was looking out on the valley from a monastery window She saw sister Dolores crossing the fields. Where is that no good girl going? A boy was waiting for her on the other side. The pieces fell into place.

Dolores walked up the hill. She held her hand tight around the necklace he gave her. She was in love. She’d forgotten about all her problems, like if she had traveled to another world.

When she came home, Sor Angustias was waiting for her.

Where have you been? She asks.

Just out looking for flowers.

Flowers, eh? So that’s how he pays you.

P-pardon? Says Dolores. She stops.

Sor Angustias stands right behind her. I know where you been. Whore. Her tone darkened on the last word. Disgust.

Sor Angustias pulled Dolores up the stairs to the tower. Dolores screamed for help. The other nuns in the monastery heard her screams, but did nothing.

You see this view? She says. Guess what I’ve seen today. Her nails dig into Dolores’ neck.

Please… You’re hurting me!

I know.

Dolores tried to get loose.

You dare to oppose me? Sor Angustias was used to obedience, and now this slut was fighting back. She could not stand it.

Antonio was crossing the valley on his way home. He heard a scream. He looked up to the monastery. Someone fell from one of the higher windows. He ran. He found Dolores on the ground. Bloody. Broken.

No… No no no…

Tears were falling down his cheeks. She died in his arms. No one in the monastery ever spoke of what had happened.

Maria stands looking at the valley. A deep sadness comes over her. Guillermo sees the tears.

What’s wrong? He asks.

I… I don’t know, she answers. Something horrible happened here.

Juan looks at her. He knows she has her strange things, this girl. He never really gives it much attention.

This is not ours, she says. She digs a hole in the dirt and puts down the necklace. Buries it.

I want to go home.

https://grahamisjustmyname.com/2017/01/07/what-pegman-saw-shahi-qila/

https://ashnfinn.wordpress.com/2016/11/09/verum-sine-mendatio/

Witchcraft

Under Ground

Under Ground

Soundtrack: Edvard Grieg: Dovregubbens Hall

You are walking in the forest. Listening to the sound of birds, eating some blueberries every once in a while. The sun is shining and two squirrels are playing in the trees. Or fighting. You don’t know, and you don’t care. This is perfect.

Your foot falls through the ground. There’s some kind of hole underneath. You try to pull your foot up, but it’s stuck. You hear strange sounds from down there. Like someone is laughing, but their not really voices, either. Strange, squeaking sounds.

Whatever it is holding on to your foot stats pulling. You try to get loose, but there’s no way. You start screaming. Help! Heeeelp! You know there’s no one around. You are pulled under.

You fall into a cave. A dark, smelly cave, moisty. There are sounds around you. Like something moving. Crawling. Laughing. Your eyes slowly adapt to the darkness.

There are creatures there. Hundreds of them. Small, disgusting monsters. Sharp, pointed teeth sticking out of their mouths. They look evil. They are surrounding you, watching you.

What do you want? You ask. Your voice sounds shaking. They laugh. You know what they want. They want to eat you. One of them jumps closer. Stops for a moment, judging you. It bites your leg. You scream as his sharp teeth sink into your flesh. You kick it in reflex. It flies into the wall and falls lifeless to the ground.

Some gather around the dead creature. Then they look at you. They scream. Angry. Aggressive. They charge.

You kick one. Another. One jumps, you punch it. They fly into the walls. Their heads split. Their backs break. They are many. All screaming. Beady eyes shining with desire for murder. Still their quite slow. Clumsy. Fragile.

You grab one by it’s foot and start hitting it’s companions with him. Kicking away others. Little monsters are flying between the walls, bouncing, dying. You’re starting to like it. You’re in control.

A massacre. The few still alive starts running away.

No, you don’t! You say and kick a couple more as they try to get into their small tunnels.

Yeah! That’s it, disgusting little creatures. You suck! I rock! Hahahaha!

You hear a strange rumbling sound from one of the bigger tunnels. The earth trembles. The sound comes closer. You back away. The creatures are laughing again.

A beast comes out of the tunnel. It’s face is similar to the others, but it’s less humanoid. More beast. It screams. Roars. Runs towards you. You still have the dead little weapon creature in your hand. You smash it in the big one’s face. It starts whining and runs back into the tunnel it came from.

You climb up, out of the cave. You don’t want to wait around for more of them, although it has been fun. You bring a dead one, no one is going to believe you if you don’t.

http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/wwdnbackup/2011/10/flash-fiction-the-monster-in-my-closet.html

Bed Time Story

Sirens

Sirens

Johnny and the rest of the crew on MS Olive Oil was stranded on a rock in the sea, they had been for years. Five men, no escape.

Johnny had found a cave underneath the island. The sea entered from an underground tunnel, and was a hiding place for fish and shrimps. He brought a net to catch some.

On a rock in the water he saw a creature. A mermaid, like in the fairy tales. She was sitting there, singing. He was fascinated. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. She had a fish’ lower body, but her upper part was… Perfect.

He caught her. Threw the net over her, pulled her up on shore. She was naked, her beautiful tits were firm and soft. Her face. She was gorgeous. He hadn’t seen a woman in years, and never one this beautiful. He lost control. He raped her. Then he let her go.

The next night day the Sirens came. An army of males and females, armed with tripods, spears and swords.

One, a big, muscular one with a crown on his head seemed to be their leader. The beautiful siren was by his side. Lust of revenge could be seen in their eyes.

One of you has raped my daughter, said the King in the sailors’ tongue. I want him. Deliver him to me, or you will all die.

The sailors looked at each other. Johnny looked down in shame.

You stupid son of a bitch! Said captain Monty. What the fuck have you gotten us into?

You raped… a fish? Said Marco. How’s that even possible?

Monty looked at the army of sirens in front of the island. They were many. This was their reign.

Get the fuck off this island! Said Monty. I’m not going to die because you’re a pervert.

Out there..? said Johnny. I can’t go out there. They’ll kill me.

Better you than us, asshole, said Marco. Get the fuck off the island.

They threw him into the sea. He was pulled under water. The sirens left.

That night the crew was sitting around the rock they used as a table. They were eating grilled cod.

He raped a fish, said Marco, looking at his plate. Fucking pervert.

Bob was looking out of the window. She was quite a fish, though, he said after a while. Not that I’m into the whole rape thing and such, but she was quite a fish.

Monty said nothing. They had been on the island for a long time now. A long, long time.

https://vasinvixon.wordpress.com/2017/02/17/swim/

https://www.greekmythology.com/Myths/Creatures/Sirens/sirens.html

Lake Fear

Fallout

Fallout

A meteor had fallen from the sky in central Siberia. The explosion had been tremendous. They isolated the area in fear of radiation or other kind of contamination. Physiological contamination. They had never dreamed of this.

Colours were seen in the sky. At first they were thought to be northern lights, but they moved differently, had more shape. They seemed… Conscious, somehow. There were some kind of darkness in them.

A group of scientists was sent in. Raskolnikov lead the crew. They went in on a military vehicle, accompanied by soldiers. Major Rasputin led the excursion.

They left in the morning, it was high spring, and there were flowers everywhere. The sun was shining.

As they came closer to the impact area the sky started to darken in a strange way. Not like clouds or anything else covered for the sun, but more as if it was becoming nighttime. The sun was still as high on the sky as it should be this far north, but it became more and more pale, and the stars started showing. The colours started dancing in the the air high above them. The further in they went, the lower the colours, and soon they were flying around the truck like ghosts.

Do you think their alien lifeforms? Said Boris.

I don’t know, answered Raskolnikov. They don’t seem material.

The forms had faces, and they were looking at them through the truck window. Floating around them. They looked like they were asking for something, no, begging. Begging for help.

Alien ghosts, said Boris, more to himself than to anyone else. Is that even possible?

They arrived at the crater. The sight was spectacular. Never before had Raskolnikov seen anything like it. Spirits flying around in chaos and harmony. Moans of pain could be heard. Raskolnikov went out of the truck. He was to amazed to be careful. Boris tried to stop him, but he started walking into the crater.

As he went further the spirits were surrounding him, caressing him, whispering into his ear sound which could be some kind of language. Something was calling for him. There, in the darkness in front of him a transparent, abstract creature was sitting. It’s face was twisted in a strange way, pain, horror and bottomless suffering was shining. It spoke to Raskolnikov.

We destroyed our planet. When there was nothing else to eat, we ate each other. We kept the meat living, cutting off piece by piece. Our planet was suffering so deeply, so indescribably that the dead could not rest. The suffering was only getting more and more horrible.

A group of our race found a solution. Euthanasia. They destroyed the whole planet, blew it up from within. This piece has been flying through space for a long, long time, longer than you can ever imagine. Now we are here, and we are still suffering. Now you will suffer with us.

The spirits surrounded him, started scratching his skin, his bones. He started running towards the truck. He heard gunshots. Screams. Silence. The ghosts were ripping his skin to pieces. He did not die. Agony. Pain became everything.

It still is.

His souls is still floating around in the crater waiting for the next unfortunate creature wander into the trap to be destroyed as he once was.

The area stayed a no go zone. Anyone who entered was never seen again.

http://www.scienceandfantasyfiction.com/flash-fiction/ghosts-of-the-ogygopsis.htm

http://365tomorrows.com/2017/03/21/the-high-cost-of-contact/

His Grandpa’s Cabin

Anthropocentrism

Antropocentrism

They are beasts, said commander Johnson. They don’t use objects, they don’t speak, they don’t even seem to move. Their probably just as stupid as the animals on earth.

Not all the animals are that st… Started second commander Tracy.

Stupid animals, that’s what they are. Get rid of them.

There is a theory they have a high level of communication. The changing colours in their many eyes seem to be a form of higher communic…

They are beasts, I tell you. Humans are the superiour species in the universe. We exterminate.

Second commander Tracy wasn’t fond of the idea, but the ship had a strict herarchy. An order was an order.

Palebluishgreen watched the sky as the many spaceships came towards them on the sky. They were coming down from the great big ship they had seen circling their planet for several days now, and the days on Gringam lasted a long time.

These creatures do not come in peace, his colours signaled to his friend Darkbrown. Something has to be done.

Palebluishgreen was of the elder of the Mergam clan. He was highly intelligent, as the older colour creatures always were. He was capable of understanding most things out of observation, intuition and rational thinking. In that order.

I know, his friend answered. Darkbrown was a lot younger than Paleblueishgreen, and a lot more agile. He even moved every once in a while, and we’re not talking just moving a tentacle or two, but moving his whole body inches in one direction or another.

Somehow they are dependent of their metallic material to move effectively, said Palebluishgreen. They shouldn’t be too hard to stop. They’re obviously rather stupid, depending on material things and longing for power. Rather primitive their ways.

Without doubt, said Darkbrown. Kind of funny to watch their thoughts, though. They have an interesting belief that they somehow are superior to others.

I’ll signal the Great Greyallmostblack the situation. He’ll know what to do.

As the spaceships got into attacking position, the colour creatures all over the planet united in meditation.

They are getting ready to attack, said Paleblueishgreen. How predictable.

Commander Johnson looked satisfied. As soon as they’d wiped out life on the surface, they could get the gold and other metals in the ground. He was going to be rich.

The floor inside the ship moved strangely, bulging, as if it was soft. The walls started becoming transparent. He drew his gun, but it wasn’t really a gun, it was more of a liquid substance running out of his hand. Everything around him dissolved into thin air.

They fell naked and helpless towards the ground. Before hitting ground they stopped falling. For a while they hovered in the air. Next thing they knew they were back at the mothership.

Now what? Said second commander Tracy. All our gunpower is gone, and we have only one vessel left. Not much for a conquest, really.

Commander Johnson had a hard time looking at him. Nakedness wasn’t really his thing. He said nothing, just stood there, looking confused.

What if we try to make friends? Said Tracy after a while.

Commander Johnson sat his naked butt down in a chair. He looked like he was going to cry. He straitened his back and looked straight at Tracy, avoiding his genitals as much as he could.

Why not, he said. Why not.

http://www.nature.com/scitable/knowledge/library/an-introduction-to-animal-communication-23648715

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligence

Humans

Yes, Mr Boss

Yes, Mr. Boss

You’re fired! Shouted the man in the suit. His name was Mr Mandoir, and he was the head of the company. He had been for many years. He was stinking rich, but still his life sucked. He liked to take it out on his employees.

Please, Mario pleaded. Please don’t, I really need the job!

Mr Mandoir looked at him for a while. Contemplating his fear. Then he grinned.

Clean my personal toilet and get back to your desk. I’ll let you off the hook this time, but this is your last warning.

Mario hated his boss and his boss hated him. Then again, his boss seemed to hate everyone.

Mario moved papers. The bottom of the office hierarchy, he basically did what everyone told him to. A shitty job but he needed the money. Flat rent and bills was mostly were it went.

Still, there was nothing in his contract about cleaning toilets. He got up from the chair and started walking towards the bathroom.

The only reason I don’t fire you is because of that nice ass of yours! His boss laughed. Mario  wasn’t sure he could take much more of this.

The bathroom was disgusting. He’d heard of this. Mr Mandoir kept his bathroom disgusting for these occasions. Others had been in the same situation before him. He had thought it was a myth, but now he saw it wasn’t. He opened the window, tied his shirt around his mouth and nose and started cleaning.

After a whole lot of horrible work, the bathroom was looking like a normal one. He was about to close the window when he saw a scorpion crawling on the edge. A lethal black scorpion. He almost touched it, just a strike of luck saved him. He looked to the door. His boss was not in. He went out into his office, got a glass jar and a glue tube. He lured the scorpion very carefully into the jar. Spilled a little bit of glue underneath the toilet seat. Then he held the jar to the seat.

His boss came into the office.

Still not finished, you lazy son of a bitch? Get out of there, or I’ll fire you again. I need to take a shit.

He stuck his head into the bathroom. Mario grabbed the cloth and pretended to be cleaning the toilet, hiding the jar as well as he could.

Just finishing off the toilet, sir, he said. Coming right out!

You better.

The boss went back into his office.

The scorpion was stuck. Carefully Mario put the seat down. All you could see was the tip of the tail looking for something to sting.

Mario went out. All ready, boss! I hope you’ll be satisfied!

Get back to your desk and back to work, said Mr Mandoir. This is the last chance you’ll get.

Mario got out of the office as fast as he could and started walking down the hall. A scream was heard.

His boss died from the sting. No one ever found out that the crushed scorpion under the seat was glued there.

The week after they got a new boss. He was an asshole as well.

https://grimscrypt.wordpress.com/2017/03/28/poisoned-by-revenge/

http://www.crazygames.com/game/whack-your-boss

Death to the Metal Monster

 

Abominable Snowman

Abominable Snowman

Something came moving out from behind the rocks. It walked on two legs, like a human, but it was bigger. Hairy.

Look! Said Ernst. What is that?

A Monster! Shoot it!

They were on an expedition sent out by Heinrich Himmler himself. High up in the Himalayas they were looking for signs of early aryan civilization, proof of the superiority of the race. It was summer, but still freezing. Today a cold wind had risen. They were up at almost seven thousand meters. It seemed a bit silly to be looking for the rests of civilization up here, but if it was what Himmler wanted, it was what Himmler wanted. And they better not get back empty handed. He had a disgust for failure.

They were going in between some rocks to find shelter, when they saw the creature.

The wind made it hard to see. It came out from the rocks. Moving strangely. It was no human. A monster. They shot it. The sound of the gun echoed between the walls.

They went slowly closer to have a look. It was lying on the ground. It’s chest was red of blood. It had stopped pumping.

It looks like a bear. Said Ernst. Quite a blond bear, but still. A bear.

Nein. Said Bruno. It’s an abscheuliche Schneemensch. A horrible, dangerous Yeti.

It definitively looks like a bear, said Ernst.

No! An abominable  snowman, that’s what it is. No doubt about it. Der Fuhrer will be very happy.

It’s bear, Bruno. Look at it’s face. It’s a bear’s face.

Bruno stood looking at the bear for a while with his rifle in his hand. He lifted the rifle a bit. It went off in the animal’s face. The face splintered, blood, flesh and bone flew. The face was now a big hole.

The two men were quiet for a while, looking at the bear. Bruno looked at Ernst. Then back at the bear.

Definitively an abominable snowman, he said. Let’s bring it home.

Ernst said nothing. Anything would be better than coming home empty handed.

https://umsu.unimelb.edu.au/what-really-happened-nazi-yeti-hunters/

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/10384000/Yeti-lives-Abominable-Snowman-is-part-polar-bear-and-still-roams-the-Himalayas.html

Deep Sea Adventurers